The sound of his cell door sliding open was enough to break Dean out of his dazed trance. Surprised, he sat up from his bunk and just stared at his bars for a moment. He has expected one of the security officers to trounce in and blather on about something that he had done earlier in the day, but that never came. He could only smile as screams of both joy and terror echoed through the halls of the prison as its inmates and guards figured out just what had happened. Finally, they were free. 

Dean could afford the luxury of leisurely strolling about the compound. He was no real threat as he was; the guards would be preoccupied with the caught and their particular brand of terror. He almost felt pity on them for being so underprepared for this type of situation. He’d eventually find his way to Inmate Property, searching down the rows and rows of bins for the one with his name on it. He gave a friendly nod to Death Incarnate who was a few bins down retrieving his scythe. Interestingly enough, there was a decapitated corpse in front of Dean’s bin clutching his sword. The skeletal man approached with a fiendish grin on his face. “Forgive me, I just couldn’t help myself! I sensed that this fool would have died by your hand once you found him with your possessions, so I went ahead and took his life. May god have mercy on his soul!” 

Ignoring Death’s tirade, Dean could only squeal in glee at the sight of his family sword. He quickly pried it from the corpse’s cold dead hands, and held it close in a loving embrace. It had been almost a year since he’d felt the firm touch of the hilt in his grasp. He slowly removed the blade from its sheath, and marveled as the old steel reflected off the rooms lights. Leaving Death in an awkward position as he stared down at his sword for the next few minutes, Dean would eventually snap from his trance and return the sword to its home. “Domo arigato bone man.” 

“Yes! Yes! Now I must depart, for there are so many people who must face the reaper! Until we meet again, Dean Nakamora!” With a long winded cackle, Death incarnate raised his bony hands to the sky, causing flames to swirl around his feet. In an instant they rose up and enveloped him, transporting the skeleton away to his next victim. With that distraction gone, Dean would crack open the treasure trove of old memories. Utility belt? Check. Guns? Check. Riot gear? Still looking good. Car keys with the laser pointer key chain? Still shining bright. Finally all geared up, Sūn Rising made his exit just as so many other prisoners did. 

[b]Later that day…[/b]

“Give me a burger and fries or die.” The adolescent cashier could only whimper in terror at the sight of the machine gun leveled in her direction. So far, Dean’s trip to the mall food court had been fantastic. The terrible prison food was literal shit compared to the confectionaries of a free man. As it stood, he already downed a meat lovers pizza and a steaming box of pork fried rice. After this, it’d be time for fried chicken. Unfortunately, before his request could be filled, the boom of hundreds of voices filled the mall. The terrorizing clones was chaos much like what went down at the penitentiary, only they wanted to stay in, not out. Quickly making his way to the center of the action, Dean had to question what exactly their plan was. With a power like that, this guy could take over a gun store and have a small army at his disposal. Why blockade himself inside a mall? And now he was threating to kill hostages? 

“The Caught heroes are winning. Kill your prisoners while you can!” Dean shouted this from the sidelines, leaning up against a wall so he could watch the show. He didn’t dare join in on the fray, it was clear that he’d be on the losing side.