[b]THE WARDEN[/b]

No creature alive or dead wandered the halls with more knowledge or purpose of its design than he who ran the specialized prison and research facility known as ORB. Not a single prisoner of this highly developed and well guarded facility did not know this man first hand and tremble when he spoke. Cruel, vicious, and sadistic beyond measure, the Warden ended life with a callous disregard.
His right hand man was known by the skull mask he adorned. 'His presence assures your end' was what the whisperings of each freak here told of his assistant. They spoke true. If Crisis came to your cell in the middle of the night it meant death.
When the Warden entered your cell it would be slow and excruciating. 

Now he wandered the halls to see that the carnage had been dealt with and repairs were under way. A dozen and more prisoners had been caught in a full scale invasion by the meddlesome resistance 'S.C.A.R' and left a sizable black stain on his reputation. It was enough to bring him to a boil but let the feeling pass. The raid had come at a cost for both sides. 
The ex-general, a leader and close advisor of Lloyd Washerton, had been captured and.. Interrogated. He lacked the ability to smile but it was clear he was trying as the demented man sauntered down the hallways to his personal quarters.
Where his two newest and most important prisoners awaited his play time. The ex general and a supervisor from ORB, captured on surveillance letting armed enemies of the facility in through a hidden access point that had previously been sealed off. How long had she been planning it he did not know nor care. Nobody save himself and Crisis knew she was in trouble. Everyone else thought she has been injured in the fight and given shelter in the Wardens office. 

The door slides open without a sound and closed behind him, locking tight with no access granted to everyone but his assistant. The office was large, part administrative and part housing. The desk was solid steel with an oak chair, various papers dotted the desk in organized piles. Minotors adorned the side of the room with an intercom system that recognized his voice for giving orders. It also connected to every single prisoners room.
Off to the side was a private storage room with grates in the floor, but very little water ever washed down them. Not unless it was cleaning the blood from the smooth floor.
In a single chair sat the fugative general, beaten and bruised on nearly every visible inch of his body. About his neck was a collar custom made to suppress super human abilities via radiation. Poor fellow was weak as a baby and unrestrained. The door wasn't even locked.
But fear kept him in that seat. 
Crisis had 'softened' the man up and then patched him back to health every half hour or so to the best of his abilities. Then proceeded to soften him some more l.
The warden loved a good show after all and few did it better than himself but he silently applauded the thorough work done. Despite the fact that this wretch hadn't spilled a drop of information.

"I commend you," he began as the door slides closed behind him once more, "enduring such pain for your beliefs, but I'm short on patience." His 'fingers' turned to sharpened icicles in a flash as drove them into the generals shoulder, eliciting a scream of profound torture. The icicles were at such a low temperature that blood froze on contact, sealing the wound as his icicles broke just past the skin. His screams turned to a whimper when the frozen block of ice Krieg called a fist struck the general in the jaw, dropping him from the chair spitting teeth shards and holding his shoulder. 
"I.. Will.. N-never.. T-te-ll... You." The man spat a meager amount of a mixture of blood, saliva, and tooth fragments at the wardens feet.
"So be it." Kriegs 'hand' shot forward and impaled the general in the stomach, slicing through flesh and freezing it on contact. But the torture didn't stop there. The Warden was no longer human in any way, his body was a flowing blob of water he controlled entirely and on his command he began to thaw the frozen spear of his hand and force the water into his stomach and flood the general from the inside.
It only took a short time for the captives throat tearing scream to become a water gurgle as his throat and lungs flooded too. "Goodbye, sir. Its been a pleasure" he teased as water poured out from nearly every orifice like a fountain. In a heartbeat the water was completely frozen, every single drop. The look of exquisite pain frozen forever. 

He emerged from the supply room shortly and hit a small button below the desk, to which a very small notice was sent out. Calling Crisis back. The button had a built in earpiece attached to crisis' helmet. "bring the psycho with you