(As planned Here)

It was a slow day for the news. Pix worked for the tabloids and she had been checking old articles for story ideas when she came across a mutant story. Ezekiel Grey. A people eater suppressed and imprisoned by petty humans. Now we couldn’t have that.

It took Petunia a few more minutes to search out what prison the mutant was taken to and if he was still alive. You have to love google on the world wide web of lost news paper articles.

Pix took a moment to memorize the information she could before she left her room and started announcing at the top of her longs, as she walked down the hall. “Going to a prison! Gonna break out a mutant! Want to have some fun, feel free to join! Pleanty of cop toys to go around!” Petunia reached the end of the hall and turned around to see if anyone was in their rooms and had noticed what she had screamed.

Her hips tilted, and she stood in a mock peter pan pose. Pixy wings buzzed, and a smile twisted across her face.

The sanctity of his thoughts had made these last eight years bearable; while they had still left him with a great distaste in his mouth, much like a metallic flavour, he had maintained his wits.

His studious tormentor had remained vigilant throughout his entire incarceration; James had served well to make sure that Ezekiel was denied the fruitful exploits of his imagination by disturbing him with petty racket and drivel.

A loud clang brought Ezekiel from his thoughts; James had bashed his nightstick against the glass of his cell to rudely interrupt his train of thought.

"Look alive, freak" said the guard with a wicked smile while he chewed carelessly on a large wad of tobacco, it was a rather off putting trait that left Ezekiel feeling slightly disgusted.

He drew a long breath before turning around to fully regard his keeper; "I must admit you never do tire, James" the guard smiled with pride. "Your oafish tendencies make you a perfect guard; your mind never tires of the mundane"

James appeared confused at first but he was quick enough to recognise an insult regardless of not being able to understand some of the words leaving Ezekiel's lips.

"Watch your mouth, freak" he spit a bit of tobacco against the glass "Or you're going to be without food for a few days."

These words did not alarm Mr. Grey, he had been without a proper meal for some right years now; he had nearly forgot the succulent taste of youthful flesh.

With that eerie grin he stepped closer to the glass so that his frightening expression was as close to the guard as possible; "Old James, father of two; when I'm free of this cage I'm going to devour your children as though they were a rack of lamb" he licked his lips.

"Perhaps I'll let you watch me suck the meat from their bones" James grunted though he looked slightly alarmed, he bashed his nightstick into the glass in front of Ezekiel but the monster never flinched.

Hymn was playing a card game by herself on the floor of her room. She was sitting on her pillow and she shuffled the cards. She didn't shuffle them as a normal person would. She scattered the cards over the floor and messed them together and rubbed them around. Then she made a nice stack of them and took 5 cards of the top. She looked at them and tilted her head to realize she didn't know card games. She shrugged it off and placed the cards back on the top and repeated the process untill......

A voice was shouting something and the voice sounded familiar to her. She got up excited and looked around the corner of her room. It was the pixy lady from the asylum. She was nice to her. She returned to her room and she reached for the mask she hid under the bed. It was her mask that protected her from weird thoughts when lots of people where around which was handy when she wanted to sleep or not be found by her father. She put on the mask and her breathing could be heard through the mask. She quickly skittered outside of the room towards pix. As she could see her she started to wave to her.

The Mansion had lost it's touch, and Leila couldn't wait to get out of that hell house. Sam, he was the only one keeping her there, and he too, was getting a bit boring. Yeah, yeah she was madly in love with the guy, but that was just it. She didn't want to be in love. She hated not being able to just flirt around like she used to, careless of who watched her, and who gossiped about her. Sam was more than great with her, but being in a relationship truly did have disadvantages. Soon though, soon she'd make the greatest leaving scene in the history of Mutant kind. Sam could stay with her if he truly was in love, but she doubted he loved her enough to keep the ship in tact.

Leila crossed her legs and opened up the paper to read on the week's latest Murders. Police Officers killed, beleived to be the cause of Mutant Attacks... Yeah, blame it all on Mutants. She hastily closed the newspaper, feeling a bit edgy as she started pacing the Living Room, no classes, no work, nothing to do today... All week she'd been dying for a day like today, but now she just wanted a little bit of action. Something to keep her entertained, as hard as that may be these days.

“Going to a prison! Gonna break out a mutant! Want to have some fun, feel free to join! Pleanty of cop toys to go around!”

Leila's sensitive hearing picked up the loud voice automatically, and she darted out into the Halls, finding the Mutant who owned the voice about a floor up. She had seen this woman a few times in the past, being at the Sanctuary nearly 24/7, she had seen nearly all of the Mutants living here. Along with the Bug-woman, Leila noticed Hymn, with a Mask. She'd met the girl not so long ago, and Leila felt oddly curious as to what her abilities were, and how her mind worked. As far as she was concerned, the girl wasn't exactly... totally sane, to put it nicely.

Leila wasn't surprised to see her here either, she had been pretty sure the blonde woman had been a Mutant from the start. "Hello," Leila said with an evilish air lingering on her face. The sudden exitement of finally having something fun to do today was rather, interesting.

Shade sat on top of three washers in the laundry room at the end of the hall as he waited for his long, black cloak to finally dry. Human blood is one of those substances that takes several washers to remove from fabric, especially when there is a lot of it. Of course, he wouldn't have had to be here if the cops hadn't ambushed him after he killed that member from the Church of Humanity. Luckily, the cops had been dumb enough to try and take him in a darkened alley. Once the cops had shot at the shadowy mutant, it had been a massacre. However, massacre always get messy.

So now here he was, sitting in a bright laundry room, taking target practice at a rough stretch of himself on the front page of the newspaper that he had stuck to the wall with a piece of tape. The picture had been shredded an hour ago, but Shade hadn't stopped and now the brick was starting to crumb. The buzz of the final drying broke the continual rumble. Lazily sliding of the top, Shade threw the cloak over his shoulder, allowing others to see him for once, and was about it begin the trek back to his room when he heard the loud call.

-“Going to a prison! Gonna break out a mutant! Want to have some fun, feel free to join! Plenty of cop toys to go around!”

Stepping out of front the door, Shade saw that a group was already assembling right in front the of door. How convenient.

"Is this the group going on the prison tour?" Shade said as a very evil smirk curled across his face.

The nameless facility wasn't exactly vast; it had been designed with the singular purpose of housing the sad few that managed to get captured years ago during those brutal times. He recalled from his arrival some eight years ago that the building had resembled an old hospital; however they had made a small addition to rooms, it was easier to keep tabs on a patient when they were confined behind glass.

James had wandered by once or twice to smash his nightstick against the glass in his tedious attempt to get under Ezekiel's skin. Ezekiel couldn't help but visualize the image of his death each time he strode by chewing on that tobacco like a cow on cud.

It had been a long time since he had been kept near the other prisoners; in fact he had mused that he was the only living inmate left in the facility. He sank comfortably against the cold stone wall of his cell; he could see faintly the rays of light shining in through the windows down the hall from his cell. It was dusk; his mind provided vivid memories of the last sunset he had witnessed but it paled in comparison to the real thing.

"As winter fades away bringing us the wet of spring; the sun shall rise on a new day, and life shall never end" James approached upon hearing Ezekiel.

"What are you talking about, freak?"

Ezekiel whistled as sweet melody before lifting his chin toward James; "It's a poem my friend, I wouldn't dwell on it too hard less you harm your mental state" James spit on the glass in response.

"When Fall beckons to announce the coming cold the sun shall set once more, frigid and dark; death will linger" Ezekiel stood up and came to stand in front of the glass, hands neatly clasped behind his back.

"Don't fret, James" he tilted his head to the side to watch the guard as he walked away, "You're not going to witness the cold touch of death as it lingers on your household, caring for your sweet family"

Petunia’s grin broadened as she admired the small group that had gathered. Hymn would be quite useful and fun. After breaking the girl out of the asylem, Petunia sort of thought of her as a little sister. Leila, Pix didn’t know and didn’t care as long as Leil didn’t get in her way. Shade had more of a memorable face, not that Pix had ever seen his face. But she did remember a few glimpses of shade and silver streak from above at the great mansion brawl.

Petunia bowed to her three companions for this mission, giving a flourish with her dragon fly wings. “This is indeed the prison tour” Petunia announced. “Ladies and Gentl-man, allow me to inform you that we have a follow mutant who has been locked away, imprisoned for a number a years. His name is Ezekiel Grey, also known as the nightmare, and he has a rather interesting idea of fine dining.” These last words were given out with a giggle Petunia couldn’t hold back. “Because of his eating habits humans have decided he is to be locked away. So I say we drop a line, and scare some prison guards.. .. .. to death.” Petunia’s face tilted so the over head lights through her grinning features in shadow.

“The compound is in the mountains, so.. Who’s got transport.”

Allot of people where joining. Well allot was a overstatement seeing as they where with 4 people now. Hymn counted them. Yes 4 people. Pix was waving a paper around about a mutant who had a scary name. He was locked up for the reason that he had different dining methods. Hymn pondered the thought about eating with a spoon instead of a fork or something like that. Not that she herself was used to using forks and spoons for that matter. If she had any problems with anything it was locking somebody up for what they are so she decided to join.

“The compound is in the mountains, so.. Who’s got transport.”

She shook her head wildley in a no-manner. She didn't have transportation and even if she had, what would she be doing with it. Letting a crazy person drive was never a good idea but seemingly america itself had no problems with it, atleast that is how she experienced it.

There was only one other person that joined them a few seconds later. He was a handsome man, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Leila wondered why all the Mutant males were so goregous. First Sam, then Geo, now him? Oh, let's not forget Slate and Garett! He was wearing a hooded cloak, though the hood was down, and Leila nodded once at him, wondering if he was part of the Order, or just a resident here.

"Is this the group going on the prison tour?" he asked them, and Leila nodded again. "Yes, we are indeed." the blonde woman said, and then she turned her attention to Petunia and the other girl Cailyn. Pix had just asked them about transport, and Leila knew she could be useful in that departement. "I do have a car, we would all fit in it." she told her.

She'd gotten here with her black Convertable very early in the morning, and she knew the gas tank was more then full enough to do the job. That meant they wouldn't have to waste precious time filling the tank up. "So, does anyone have a clue on how that place is guarded? I mean, we can't just go in there without knowing what to do, can we?"