章節 240: Chapter 237 - Counter-attack
Five puzzled wardens were gathered in a half circle around a screen.
"He's… drawing ?"
Under their collectively flabbergasted gaze, Shoto sucked on his bloody thumb to draw out more blood.
He pressed it on the floor and drew a circle.
"Should we stop him ?"
He filled the circle with strange symbols.
"He's not endangering anyone"
"I expected him to go crazy days ago but the kid's resilient, we can't take him that"
Only those that hadn't been sent yet to Tartarus had to wear the head bombs.
Two days ago one of them had tried to flare his Quirk – something that had to do with space movement; they still hadn't finished cleaning his mushy brain from the floor.
On another screen they could see another inmate hitting his head against the wall, blood falling from a wound between his brows, unable to break the metallic crown.
They may not have been yet to the man-eater island but they sure all were on the right path to become as crazy as they would've been there.
On a screen left non-monitored at the other end of the room was a warden doing his usual check-up on the lowest level of this temporary prison.
He whistled as he walked in the empty corridors, spinning keys in his hand, checking through doors' windows that the inmates were all in their cells.
He liked walking through the corridors of the ones who'd already been to Tartarus : they were all passive and mellow.
He turned at a corner, walking past the bathroom.
His shoes hit a puddle and lukewarm water splashed his ankles.
He looked down, frowning.
No one was supposed to be showering at that time.
Maybe someone had forgotten to turn off the faucet. (DEF)
He walked in and looked around.
The common bathroom was outdated, so long it looked like a corridor with grey tiles and no window.
They'd quickly rehabilitated the building though it still was barely functional.
It was empty, though there was an intense, continuous hissing.
He located the source of the noise ; water was leaking from one of the pipes bringing in the water. The floor was flooded.
He sighed and went to turn it off, but as soon as the tip of his finger brushed it he jumped back and hissed in pain.
The skin of his finger was red hot, as if someone had ironed it.
He shook his hand then brought the finger to his lips, sucking on it, frowning, wondering what was going on.
That's when he realized that the comfortable warmness was turning to excruciating heat.
Around his shoes mist rose from the stagnant water. Bubbles rose and burst, sending splashes of scorching hot water everywhere.
His skin grew clammy, beads of sweat gathering on top of his upper lip.
He licked it absentmindedly then, just right then, it seemed he'd heard something moving behind the walls.
Confused, he backed away slowly, looking with growing apprehension at the enclosing, churning walls around him.
He grabbed his radio.
That's when the front wall burst.
*
At first, they didn't realize what was going on.
They were still gathered around the inmates monitoring' screens, sharing lunch, and taking a well-deserved break.
One of them put a finger in the hem of his collar and tried to loosen it, looking uneasy.
"Is it me or is it suddenly hot ?"
"They haven't fixed the ventilation system yet", answered another while fanning himself with a journal. "Even though it's winter being underground feels like being buried in hell"
They played a few more rounds, chatting happily and hitting each other on the shoulder.
As they were at their job they were not allowed to bet real money and thus only bet bits of lunch.
"Here's your peanuts"
One snatched it away from the hands of his friend.
"Thank you very much. Always a pleasure to win against you"
Their radio receiver made a sizzling sound, the one it always did when they would receive a message, but no one spoke.
The one closest to the radio spun on his chair and grabbed his mic.
"Monitoring room level 5 we're listening"
No answer.
"Is it broken ?"
"It's brand new"
"Then what do you think-"
"Look at this screen"
They all looked up to said screen: it was pitch black.
"Which cell is that ?"
"None, it's the one in the lowest level's bathroom. It may have been defective"
The captain, who had been taking his lunch in his office, chose this moment to intervene :
"We'll send someone to check that everything is alright. In the meantime, try to see if it's not a reception problem from our side"
"Sir, yes sir"
One called their colleagues at the other end of the prison so that they could go check.
Suddenly, the screen showing the corridor leading to the bathroom turned black too.
The captain frowned.
"What the hell… Call immediately the squad on level seven and ask them to thoroughly check what is happening. Tell them to be alert in case of an eventual intruder or prisoner let loose"
The prisoners should be transferred tomorrow morning first thing first; he hoped it was only a false alarm.
"S-sir", called someone else at the other end of the room.
"Yes ?", snapped the captain.
Two more screens showcasing the surroundings of said bathroom's corridor turned black.
"You should see this"
He unwillingly spun and went to see what was the matter.
"Did you get a hold of level seven's squad ?", he shouted to another of his subordinates.
"No sir but-"
"Get them as quick as-"
His voice died in his throat.
"Sir ?"
He was as pale as death, with no blood left in his cheeks or lips.
He was in front of the screen section monitoring the surroundings of the prison.
Two exchanged a nervous glance before joining him.
The phone fell from the one in charge of calling squad level 7, clattering on the floor.
"Oh shit"
Standing at the front entrance, pillars of lava spinning around him, was Endeavor in all his glory.
*
A/N : Monday's chapter.
Got nothing else to say but shit, isn't Enji freaking cool ?
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