A couple days later I got a report saying that the guerrilla worked. Which was good considering that I needed to make a good comeback since I was gone for a while. I was warmly greeted by the soldiers as they came through the hall, for I was doing my best to have as little casualties as possible. Then I hear glass break, and firing of weapons, then silence. I see the sliding door into my office open, and I shut everything on my desk off, then I hide under my desk. I hear someone going through all of my stuff, seeming to be searching for something of mine. Then the person walked in front of my desk, unable to see me. They started turning on all my equipment. I heard them try to figure out my password, but they got it wrong too many times which caused all of it to shut down until they were able to get the equipment secured.

I heard several more troops enter the room and they opened fire. The person quickly squatted down in which case they saw me. They tried to pull a firearm out, but I kicked them with enough force to stagger them and keep them from being able to use the weapon. However, they were quickly able to recover. They stood up and proceeded to eliminate the troops. I quickly started to think of what kind of gas that I needed to use, but they grabbed me by the arm and ripped me from under the desk. I started to try and formulate hydrogen cyanide, but the person gave me a strong right hook to the head and knocked me unconscious.

When I awoke I was being carried on a gurney. I was looking around to see several American flags. I knew where I was, I was in the newly refurbished Alcatraz. Now located in the center of South Dakota. I was strapped down to it which wasn’t very comfortable. They put me into a straight jacket, and into a padded cell. They covered everything on me except for my nostrils so I could breathe. I tried for days to inhale and force the oxygen to go into the new organs, but it wouldn’t work. So I started working to get some of the cloth off of the tip of my nose. After several more days I was successful, but that was also the day when I was paid a visit by who I assumed was the person that had kidnapped me.

“Welcome ‘General’ Xander.” Said a woman’s voice.

“Did you kill Kyle and Phoenix?” I asked.

“Who? Those two worthless guards who were standing in front of your office, no.” She said, “Or at least not yet.

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“Lay a finger on them and I wi-” She cut me off.

“What!? What will you do? Sit there and look like a useless fool!? That’s all you can do.” She said. “Have a good day ‘Sir’.” She left.

When she left I began using the couple of pores I was able to free. After a couple of hours, I finally had enough to be able to use. I started focusing on the tops of my arms and my back, and after a while those areas started to tingle. Once again the orangish-red vapor of nitrogen dioxide started coming out of my pores and eating away at the fabric surrounding the areas it was coming out of. Soon it started to eat away at the padding of the room too. After a couple of hours the room was left with nothing. It had just become a solid concrete room. After everything all I had left was the pants they gave me and the strange shoes they gave me. I began absorbing the air, so I could corrode the door and escape another prison. I opened the pores on the palm of my hand and stood there looking like Iron Man using his repulsors. Man I love those movies. I corroded the door expecting to be scot-free, but they already had a miniature army of guys in front of my cell ready to take me out.

“We knew you’d try to escape.” The woman who had come into my cell said.

“Well nah I’d thought I’d just sit around and wait for your mom to come and rescue me.” I retorted. I started to build up the smoke screen that I had accidentally used the day I got this power.

“Fire.” The woman commanded.

Then I used all of my pores to blow out the black smoke, and I jumped to the left to avoid getting wounded. The soldiers all came running into the cell which was filled with smoke at this point. They were firing blindly into the smoke hitting their fellow soldiers.

“Stop! Stop firing you fools!” The woman shouted.

I walked out of the cell continuing to blow the smoke out of the pores on my back.

“No, let them fire, they won’t know the difference.” I said grinning.

“What is wrong with you?” She asked, terrified by the look on my face.

“Nothing, I'm perfectly fine.” I said walking towards her.

I looked around seeing that I was in a multilevel prison and I was at the very top. I had my very own level. The only way to get down was the stairs that were behind my cell. Right now she was standing right next to the railing. It was a very short railing, mind you. I stopped blowing the smoke. And at this point I was looming over her, and I brought my hand up and poked her forehead with extreme force. Then she fell down what I could only guess was fourteen stories. So I started down the stairs to the first floor.