Dark Matter felt a dull pain pass through his head. The mutant threw his eyes open, to see that his room had been utterly trashed. His bed had fallen to its side, and Dark figured that was why he had crashed against the floor. He glanced around the room, and could smell smoke and hear a symphony of chaotic sounds around him. He noticed that unless there was a fire and a room filled with screaming people on the other side of a wall or his door, he shouldn’t be smelling or hearing much of anything. Especially not as well as he was. Dark glanced down at his collar, and finally figured out what had happened: His collar was off, along with the power to the rest of the building. He had his powers back! Dark gripped the metal device, and pulled with all his might. It took awhile, but eventually a crack formed in the material of the collar. Then the crack spread, and the object snapped. Dark was no Hercules, but he could break some pathetic piece of metal and electronics. Dark Matter pushed himself off the ground, feeling his power for the first time in years. It felt good. Too good. So good, in fact, that Dark began to smile genuinely for the first time since he’d been locked up.

It was all over.

All that lying, that manipulating was finally all over. He wouldn’t have to smile at those weaklings any more. He wouldn’t have to pretend to care about their pathetic, useless lives. Freedom was his, and Dark intended to use it. Of course, he wasn’t technically free until he was out of this slaughter house of a prison. With his powers, however, Dark didn’t see that as a challenge. Those guards and their guns would be about as much of a threat as a knife against a tsunami. The only problem would be any weapons built specifically to defeat Dark Matter. All they would need is a water gun or some ice and he wouldn’t stand a chance…Bah. He could charge through a wave of machine gun fire and grenades and come out alright, but anyone with a bucket of water was a threat. These powers were pathetic. A low growl exited Dark’s throat as he went for the door, only for Jason to bust it open. When the boy began to talk in his all ‘high and mighty’ tone once more, Dark felt an urge to pull his head from his shoulders. Dark Matter had no ruler, not anymore. However, what was left of Dark’s logical mind decided that protecting the other Super’s would mean that he would have a number of bodies to assist him once they escaped.”Fine.” Dark Matter spat as Jason started off. He would protect the others, at least until they became a liability.

“Anyone who wants to get out alive, get the hell out here now!” Dark Matter yelled, sounding almost feral. He sat there, waiting to see if anyone was actually going to follow him around. He doubted it. While he sat, Dark Matter began to plot his course. He knew he waited to find this Subject 906 he’d heard guards and scientists alike talk about all the time. From what he gathered, 906 was being held in a separate cell block that it had for it’s self.