Jack ♡ Subject Zero Escape

Jack existed in a perpetual state of silence, a soul crushing numbness that threatened to drive the slim slivers of sanity from her with every day in solitary. It consumed her entirely and threatened to upend reality entirely for her, the dark silence slithering tendrils of doubt beyond anything but the occasional hiss breaking the silence as nutrients pumped into her body. She was nearly inanimate, suspended in a metal coffin and restrained at all points... this was all she knew. Darkness.

That darkness had robbed her of days, weeks, possibly months - since the Warden locked her away in this solitary unit. But it had been worth it, their deaths, was worth everything they could do to her. In the darkness, where she could hardly process thought, that was her solace against the crippling disturbance of nothingness.

Jack reveled internally, even now, that she had her revenge on the men who had taken one of the most inalienable pieces of humanity from her, by force, they'd taken her body. Yet in the end, she knew comfortably they were rotting before her, even if it had cost her the most valuable thing in life. A sense of freedom.

However, something strange percolated in the air. An energy that was tangible, even now, she could feel the ebbs and flows of violence. Her true peace. It came slow, not unlike the whispers of doubt and insanity that crept through the silence, but the hiss of it was rapidly building. She could feel it, for the first time in however long Jack had been locked up, she was wriggling her in metal coffin meant to restrain her - an act of futility she gave up long ago.

Then it came. Cracks, screeches, and the shaking stampede of chaos that gave her true bliss. Jack rattled in her cage, aggressively fighting for her freedom from that which was designed to detain and rip away her liberty. It was what she was waiting for, she knew it, a revolt. The Purgatory ship that she'd been imprisoned on couldn't hope to contain everyone aboard, the Blue Suns gang simply wasn't enough. The rapid escalation of chaos came by the sirens of alarms that meant to alert others but they were songs of bliss to her, they were the signs of freedom just beyond her cage and solitary confinement.

Jack came to life, animated even in the dark and caught in her cage, as she listened to the violence song of chaos call to her beyond the doors and with it, the inevitably that she knew was around the corner. Freedom. It didn't take long for a rioter and guard to clash outside, incidentally striking a power unit that released the hold on her coffin. Their screams and blood curdling sounds echoed outside, which only fueled her escape, as the emergency lights flooded her cell and the power failed to restrain her.

Jack had a taste of freedom bleeding into her mouth. It brought fresh waves of rebellion to the chaotic woman and as the sensors failed, her arms became free, and her body began to obey her will again... Jack was ready to burst from her cell out into the prison riot beyond. Her revenge on those men may be complete, but Jack was far from finished with ripping apart her captors and the Warden that placed her in isolation.

Her chance of freedom was here and she would take it. Her throat though struggled to cooperate as she spoke with a greediness to join the ensuing chaos of a pandemonium her captors were ill prepared for. "Here I come, mother fuckers." She coughed with a voice rotted by time without speech, rediscovering sound as the barriers of her cell fell down. The only thing keeping her now was the door, it wouldn't hold long. The sweet sung melody of anarchy called to her.

Jack's snarl, raw and untamed, was a promise of vengeance as her freed arms, still marked with the red indentations of the restraints, tore at the minimal prison clothing that clung to her lean frame. It was little more than a thin, tattered grey jumpsuit, designed for containment, not comfort, and barely covering the network of dark tattoos that writhed across her skin like a second skin.

With a surge of biotic power, a violent crack that echoed the chaos outside, the final seal on the door buckled and twisted, spraying sparks into the dim light of her cell. The very air of Purgatory, thick with the stench of recycled fear and stale metal, seemed to recoil as she exploded from the ruptured doorway. She was a feral shadow propelled by pure, unadulterated rage into the heart of the riot. Jack was ready to carve her path to freedom through the broken remains of the ship and anyone foolish enough to stand in her way. "Here's... Jack, fuckfaces!"