Her time had come. It was that easy and simple. Years in this blighted hellhole called Bedlam Asylum had passed and they had not made a single mistake. Had controlled what she ate, what she did, when she slept and when she was awake. Had separated her from everything, kept her like an animal. Too painful were the memories of Avenger’s Night, of this glorious bacchanal to the eternal law. Caged in beneath the earth with other monsters she had been considered as the worst.
This was now over. They had thought they could use her. Take her out of her little cage, beat her into submission with the technological help of a cranium-bomb, direct her towards a dam and be rid of it. Then they would throw her back into the dark hole only to once again get her out if they needed her again.
No! Not like this! In their titanic arrogance they had become sloppy. And like the Greek titans this sloppiness would herald their fall. Chronos had not controlled the bundle that had been presented to him as his own son and they had been too lazy to run a full check on her. A simple body visitation and metal scanner, no X-Ray. No one had ever noticed she had kept a precious little souvenir from that oh-so-secret mission. Deeply hidden inside her it had endured till it came to use. And that would be now. Only one thing to do.
Utilizing her perfect body control she did something she had never done before: Voluntarily throw up. She felt how her esophagus convulsed and twitched, how it brought up her tool of escape. No one would have ever thought such a small thing would cause such chaos but like usual the biggest catastrophes have the smallest origins. Like a butterfly that flaps its wings to create a tornado this one little item was destined to give birth to burning, agonizing chaos.
The ring of a grenade. In an unobserved moment she had swallowed it during her government-enforced mission to bring forth again at this point. Slowly, watched by the dark walls of her prison that had witnessed her miserable life the last few years and the all seeing eye of the camera, she fished the small ring out if the puke puddle where it rested next to the remnants of her last dinner to hold it up like Excalibur.
What came next was shocking, unnerving to behold. With a disturbing smile the monster known as Honor Avenger slit her own wrist with the sharp stem. In horror the wardens in their safe little watch house beheld how the Gothic City Horror tilted forwards and collapsed on the floor in a fast growing puddle of her own blood.
Under any other circumstances they would have just let her die in her own blood like an animal but the trial on her right to read that she just litigated was too PR-intensive, questions would have arisen and heads would have rolled. No other options right now than to safe her. Grabbing their gear they hurried towards the cursed cell number 13.
Barney was the first to arrive. He was a young man, 24 by now, with soulful hazel eyes and silky brown hair. Well trained, a women’s darling, sometimes did volunteer work for the church. Nice to animals, little kids and old ladies. And with a specific disgust for the monster he intended to save. His mother numbered among the thousands of death victims of Avenger’s Night when some low life had broken into her apartment.
Panting he skittered to the dark chamber and opened it with his keycard, stormed in and there she lay. A beautiful woman with long black hair and deep blue eyes, a monster that hid behind a pretty façade. Trembling from adrenaline he kneeled beside her and fumbled for a pulse. His thoughts raced afraid of the possible consequences for him if the Darwinist Dictator died.
“Come on… come on… give me a pulse… don’t you dare to die you goddamn b1tch…”
Ah, there it was. What? Strong and steady?
Suddenly a bloody demon rose with the speed of a striking cobra. The blood-soiled Jessica who buried them same stem into his jugular that she had used to inflict a superficial but badly bleeding wound to herself. Instinctively his hands tried to hold back the crimson flood but to no avail. His sight was already fading as his killer took his taser and shot his colleague into the eyes. One of the other wardens reacted fast enough to shoot his own taser but Bryan’s dying body was too good a shield and his broad back absorbed the debilitating darts. Honor Avenger on her part just yanked at the darts and made the attacker fall forward. His own weight combined with her own not negligible strength broke his neck when her foot met his chin. The fourth was still trying to get his taser out, after all not two full seconds had passed since the death of Bryan. He would never get the chance. Bryan’s dead body came flying at him with full force sweeping him off his feet. The moment he managed to roll his dead friend’s corpse from himself the stolen baton came down smashing his skull.
Jessica was not done yet. Swiftly her dexterous fingers plucked the key card from her last victim’s belt and pressed it against the control panel of the opposite cell.
A nasty hiss was heard and a smell not unlike the stench of a reptile house attacked her as the reinforced steel door opened. For one single moment the total darkness inside looked almost peaceful only hinting at the horror that dwelled inside. Then, like a light in the abyss, two golden eyes opened and a roar that accompanied Killizard’s attack shook her eardrums. From one moment to the next the enormous humanoid lizard sprung from the dark with deadly claws and manrending teeth. Her reaction was simple. She spun to the side and while he rushed past her she set a single punch right where his ear would have been. As a result the terrible monster landed on its belly writhing in pain.
Still covered in her own blood like some ancient idol the returned Gothic City Horror set one slipper wearing foot on the creature’s head and sought his gaze.
“Go! Hunt! Kill! Eat!”
Killizard did neither need another demonstration of power not any other words. The strange woman was not a desirable prey anymore, maybe even stronger than him. Everything that could evoke such terrible pain was probably more trouble than it was worth. So he did the only logical thing and followed her outstretched finger.
As Honor Avenger had planned he tore into the heavily armored swat that came down exactly thirty seconds after the alarm to intercept. Bullets bounced off his scaly skin, blood and gore splattered into every direction and limbs were ripped out in the process of the reptilian killing machine sating its hunger for human flesh that it had to manage without for so long.
In the glorious symphony of screams, gunshot, animalistic roars and death the Darwinist Dictator strode towards the watch office. As she sat down and started to hack the system the first blood splatters hit the big front pane. Her unique gift made it easy to crack the passwords and worm her way through the digital pathways of Bedlam Asylum. Finally she had achieved what she wanted. Before she completed it she opened a voice call to all floors. Ethereal her strong dark voice resounded through every room in the asylum.
“I know you. I was incarcerated with you. I heard your screams at night. I shared the disgrace with you. I shared your wish for vengeance. And now it is time everyone gets what he deserves. Have fun.”
And after these final words she sent the signal that would open every single cell door in Bedlam Asylum at once…