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[b][u][center]An Impossible Sentence

Chapter 11

For Mizzukat

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

As they pushed the door open, the Warden paused. Horus pushed past the hybrid, moving as fast as his legs would carry him.

No sooner had the crocodile turned and seen him than the Warden ran. If Horus had been any slower, he would have made it to the door and called for help. Even as fast as the stallion ran, the crocodile managed to get his hand on the door and pull it partway open before –

THUNK!

Horus punched the air and the door slammed shut again, the compressed air slamming it back in place just as it had knocked the guards over in the corridor just a short time ago. Warden Maxson stumbled back from the office door, which – coincidentally – was just what the panther needed to lock it tight again.

“How – that shouldn’t – you shouldn’t have your powers!” Maxson muttered.

“You can thank the Prism Gates for that,” Horus said, shaking his head.

“That’s impossible.”

“Color is light,” he said, shrugging. “And when you put a bunch of desperate, brilliant people together, they start coming up with ideas that should be impossible.”

“…Mafia.”

“And others. Now…we are going to do this peacefully, if you – no!”

He saw the shimmer moving through the crocodile’s suit and lunged for the Warden. Without even thinking about it, he bowled the other man over and slammed him to the floor. It knocked the air right out of Maxson’s lungs and left the crocodile gasping for more. The shimmer halfway down his arm died, and the floor – which had started glowing with him – went back to its normal shade.

“What the hell was that?” Giltadoa muttered.

“The Warden can control things around him,” Horus muttered, slowly pulling the crocodile off the ground and lifting him in the air. “I don’t know the limits, but I think he needs to touch things to make it work. So…I’m going to keep him in the air for now.”

“Bastard,” Maxson grunted. “After all…all I did for you…this is how you repay me?”

“After you raped me, you mean.”

“I was going…to free you…”

“Use me. Keep me. And then get rid of me once you had your heirs. I will take my chances.”

“Turn him to face me. I’ll get started on fucking with his head,” Giltadoa said.

As Horus twisted the crocodile around, one hand still around the Warden’s throat to keep him restrained enough to not try anything, Horus turned his attention in Shadowclaw’s vague direction. He didn’t look at the panther directly, nor did he see much more beyond a bit of shadow and the other man’s dark-furred leg. He almost felt bad seeing that much.

“Are you okay?” Horus asked.

“I am fine, of course.”

“I didn’t know you were that much of a spy.”

“One must do strange things to maintain liberty in a prison.”

“I guess…”

“You trusted me?”

“You and I have our own little…thing,” Horus said, shrugging. “I assumed that there was enough respect between us that you would be honest with me, at least, if you planned on betraying us.”

“…A thought filled with foolishness, but strangely correct.”

“Fuck…fucking…stop…stop this…fuck…”

The Warden’s grunts of protests quieted, but didn’t fade as the gila monster/toad hybrid pressed his hand firmly against his face. Here and there, oiliness appeared on the crocodile’s scales, staining him a faint golden color in places, but he wasn’t quite giving in the way that Horus had while underfoot.

[i]Then again, I did eat what he was offering instead of just getting painted with it…[/i]

“Is he resisting it?” Shadowclaw asked.

“A bit, but not for much longer; I’m going to go deeper.”

“How –”

“Hold him still; that suit’s coming off.”

Horus did as he was told, deliberately looking anywhere but at the Warden and the hybrid. As much as he agreed that this needed to be done, he still could hardly believe that he was doing it in the first place.

[i]Maxson raped me. He abused his powers as Warden, and he’s a danger to everyone in the city. Not just us. Everyone.[/i]

And yet, at the same time, he knew that he wouldn’t have done this as a hero. There were lines that one didn’t cross, and drugging someone into obedience felt like it should have been one of those lines.

[i]Is this worse than murdering him, then?[/i]

No. That was very much a no. They had better options than that.

Though that did remind him that the other two would be here before long, and considering what they’d need to make the Warden do in order to get Mafia up here, that meant facing Dark Storm and Shock Treatment while they had their powers. That was an experience he was not looking forward to. Light or no light, facing one person that could summon wind and wet and rain anywhere, and someone else that had that level of power over the body’s electrical-nerve system was not something that he looked forward to.

But he had to do something.

“Mmmph…ah…ah…”

“What are you doing to him now?” Horus muttered, determinedly staring at the ceiling.

“I doubt that our good man can answer,” Shadowclaw said. “He’s quite lip-locked with the Warden right now.”

“Oh, god…”

“It is quite the sight.”

“I’m sure,” Horus said, shaking his head. “Tell me when he’s done.”

“I imagine he won’t be much longer.”

And that turned out to be the case. A minute later, Giltadoa popped free, telling him to put the crocodile on the ground. The now-topless Warden, his eyes glazed over and his mouth hanging open, stared into space. His scales were stained with an oil and slime that Horus didn’t want to ask about, and his eyes were completely empty. He had been drugged and then some by the powerful hybrid.

[i]Good thing that he never got that high on our radar,[/i] he thought. [i]Must have been one of the villains that just wanted a good time instead of being one of those masterminds.[/i]

There were some of those out there. Not the worst, he had to admit, and hardly the most dangerous. They eventually tended to out themselves just because they didn’t care that much about staying hidden. Villains like Giltadoa were in it for the fun, for having a good life, not for the evil or the domination. All they needed was the pleasure that came from getting what they wanted, when they wanted it.

Of course, that was still bad, but it wasn’t as bad as some of the alternatives.

“Turn off the power-suppression grid,” Giltadoa said.

“Nnngh…”

“Turn it off, and I’ll give you greater pleasures.”

“Mmmph…nnnngh…”

It was a credit to Maxson that he was able to resist even that much, as far as Horus was concerned. He still remembered the tingly, drugged feeling of being under the hybrid’s feet and having those orders jammed into his mind. Resistance had been the furthest thing from his thoughts at the time. If he had been like this –

[i]If I’d been like Maxson, they would have pushed harder, and probably put even more orders in my head.[/i]

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as Giltadoa followed the Warden to the console. Shadowclaw stepped beside the stallion, arms moving just out of sight.

“I have to ask. You…stopped giving information to the Warden? When I arrived?” Horus muttered.

“Indeed.”

“Why?”

“There was nobody to respect before you arrived. It was merely a game of survival, of enjoying what I could.”

“…And the way that you treated me when I first got here?”

“Oh, I will not pretend that I wasn’t frustrated with your involvement in sending me to prison, good Mare. I thought that I would have my own fun with you, show you where I felt you belonged. But the way that you treated me…with a sense of respect and understanding…”

Horus didn’t say anything. If anything, he felt pity. The fact that Shadowclaw had been turned to an ally with so comparatively little good treatment…it felt wrong.

But at the same time, he saw it. Someone that used their powers more to avoid being seen than to commit crimes, someone that wanted to hide in plain sight so that they could still be part of groups without actually being observed due to some pain or other…he could understand that. And more, he could see how being included and not being pushed would turn someone around.

Shadowclaw shifted from foot to foot, the panther’s shadow sliding a few inches one way, then the other. The Warden was pushing a few buttons, and the feeling of the grid around them was changing.

“Are you going to be on our side til the end?” Horus muttered.

“I am going to be on [i]your[/i] side until the end,” the panther whispered.

“Heh…even though I’m in your debt?”

“There are some debts that can never be repaid.”

Whatever he would have asked about that never left his mouth. The Warden pressed the last button, and the room changed. Horus, Shadowclaw, and even Giltadoa arched their backs, groaning under their breath as the suppression field completely disappeared. It wasn’t just a chunk of it gone as it had been earlier; the whole thing had been shut down. His powers were no longer being drained and the light in his system was no longer fading. He was completely, utterly in charge of himself, and it felt fucking [i]good.[/i]

He could feel the panther fading at his side, not just disappearing from sight, but from sound and other senses, too. Shadowclaw would be a ghost, now, someone nearly impossible to find without knowing what to do. And Giltadoa…

He glanced at the gila monster/toad hybrid. The tall, thick-shouldered man grinned, his eyes flickering slightly.

“Oh, that feels good…that feels [i]fucking[/i] good,” Giltadoa said.

“You remember the plan.”

“Oh, I remember the fucking plan. And I’m following it; Mafia’s gonna get us out of here, so long as you can keep us alive until he gets here.”

“Right…”

“Warden, bring up the cameras.”

The slack-jawed crocodile tapped another few buttons. Giltadoa nudged Maxson out of the way as soon as the system was on display, shimmering windows projected from the desk in mid-air.

“Okay, let’s see, where the fuck’s the upper hallways…”

“You know how to work this thing?”

“I had a mansion with top of the line security before I was arrested,” Giltadoa said. “You want the best, you pay for it. And I wanted the best.”

“And it was –”

“It was close enough.”

And sure enough, the hybrid pulled up two camera views. One was from a corridor two floors down, where Mafia and the rest of the super villains were finally starting to push forward against the guards down there. Horus was surprised that the guards had held out this long, but all things considered, he supposed that was a testament to the equipment that they were using. Even with all that, even with power armor and the charged weapons that they’d been keeping the prisoners down with, the wall of armored thugs was bulging, slowly breaking as the villains pushed forward.

The other camera was on their floor, and pointed down the hallway at a chunk of wall sliding open. A raven and an opossum stepped free, the latter wreathed with electro-bolts, the former dripping with a cape of mist and clouds.

Horus winced.

“Looks like they finally found their way up here,” he muttered.

“Going to let them wear themselves out on the guards?” Giltadoa asked.

“…No.”

“Guards won’t help you, you know that.”

“I know.”

“…Fucking heroes.”

Horus shrugged. If there was anything that he could do for them, then he needed to. For all that they were trying to escape, there was still right and wrong. And he could fight for one, or the other. Letting the guards die was the same as killing them right at the moment, and he had no doubt that the villains were angry enough that they’d kill everyone in their way, if they could.

He pushed away from the desk, pulling the little bit of light in the room into him. The golden jockstrap around his hips glowed brighter, and he felt the room illuminate around him as some of the light pushed out through his skin and brightened the walls. He felt powerful, strong, and each step reflected that as he walked to the door.

By the time he opened it, the two villains had reached the guards. Shock Treatment rode one of them, holding onto his back and jabbing his fingers against the guard’s neck. One shock after another directed him, forcing him forward in clumsy blows against his fellows.

Dark Storm, on the other hand…

Dark clouds swirled at the raven’s talons, pulling this way and that. Whenever a guard came close, the bird merely glanced at his opponent and the clouds surged, wrapping around them, pulling up their armored bodies and sheathing them in the cloud. Water drenched the floor around the guard, and Horus hissed under his breath as he realized what was happening. The clouds were forcing their way into the armor, drowning the guards from inside.

He couldn’t let it continue.

Gathering his strength, he stomped his hoof. The corridor jumped, tiles leaping from the floor as a shockwave sped along the ground. Three of the eight guards still standing tumbled to the ground, grunting in the process. A fourth fell dead, just drowned by the clouds in his armor, and the fifth under Shock Treatment’s control paused as the opossum turned his head toward the horse.

“I can’t let you go any further,” Horus said. “Much as I understand the pain –”

“I knew you were lying,” Dark Storm said.

The stallion shook his head as the raven gathered his clouds to him. The surviving, uncontrolled guards ran as fast as their legs would carry them, darting down the hallway away from the villains and from him. It took all of three seconds for the three of them to be completely alone.

“I knew that you were never on our side,” Dark Storm said, shaking his head as he turned himself sideways, one arm outstretched. “Someone that serves the system can never entirely leave it.”

“I am helping you get out of prison. I’m just not helping you kill the Warden.”

“He is going to ruin everything. He will get people killed. And he will do it entirely to make his life easier.”

“And that’s a reason to kill him?”

“The system will not punish him. So we have to.”

Horus shook his head, using the gesture to look at Shock Treatment. The opossum still looked surprised, processing what he was seeing. Probably didn’t expect Horus to ‘betray’ them, and was trying to figure it out.

[i]I don’t know if I can fight both of them at the same time,[/i] Horus thought. [i]Each one is bad enough on their own, but with those clouds and the electricity at the same time, they could overwhelm me in seconds…and we need more than that.[/i]

Mafia was still fighting his way up from down below. He’d emerge on this level something of a hero, someone that the entire villain community would look up to and serve without much question.

It hit him all at once. This. This was why Mafia was in prison and why he’d been so comfortable. To him, this was just one giant business opportunity. Once arrested and thrown in jail with all the other super villains, all he had to do was wait until he found a way to escape. By bringing everyone else out with him, he’d effectively given himself an army. An army of villains that would be loyal to him over all others, an army that would be happy to throw themselves in harm’s way to make sure that their glorious benefactor got what he wanted.

[i]Focus. Focus. You can think about Mafia later. For now…these two.[/i]

“If you want to punish him, you can wait until after we get out.”

“Until Mafia can store him somewhere. Until he can be let loose as a favor.” Dark Storm shook his head. “I know how the boar works. And I know how heroes are. We are not going to let that happen. I will not let someone just get away with hurting us again.”

“…Shock Treatment?”

The opossum looked up at him, fingers still pressed hard against the guard’s neck. Horus made eye contact with the villain.

“What do you want?”

“…Warden hurt me. He die. Die a lot.”

“Does it have to be now?”

“…Why not?”

“Because if he is alive, he can help us escape. If he dies, then we could be put back in the cells. And then the guards will hurt us more because we killed him.”

“…”

“It sends a message,” the raven snapped. “It sends a message that we aren’t going to take it anymore. That we aren’t going to just bow down to a system that doesn’t care for any of us. And if you’re too stupid to get that –”

The guard’s armored limb swung out, and Dark Storm barely avoided getting slapped across the beak. Horus hid a smile as Shock Treatment piloted his living-robot of a person to face the other villain.

“Not stupid. Not. Stupid.”

“…I guess idiotic will have to suffice,” the raven muttered. “Out of my way. I am taking the Warden and showing him what happens when you push someone too far.”

“No. You’re not.” Horus shook his head and set his hooves. “And if I have to deal with you properly, I will.”

“…Fine. So be it.”

Dark Storm thrust his arms out and the clouds at his feet burst from one side of the corridor to the other. Storms and mist filled the air, and it was almost like breathing water as the mist grew stronger and stronger. The raven disappeared from view, and almost immediately, Shock Treatment’s little zips and zaps tingled at the edge of the horse’s arms.

“Shock Treatment…gonna have to stop that…”

“Where? Where he?”

“I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of it. Just…lay down…and wait a second…”

The stallion closed his eyes. The rippling roar of the storm echoed all around him, and it was almost impossible to breathe through the downpour and thick clouds all around him. Impossible to see, nearly impossible to hear…

But not impossible to feel.

It was no different than fighting Shadowclaw when it came down to it. Fighting someone that you couldn’t see or hear was hard…but not impossible.

The stallion felt it when the raven lunged for him. The clouds shifted, movement pulling at them. He pulled his arm out of the way and brought his knee up, and felt the soft chip of a beak getting bent out of shape. Too fast, though; the raven was out of reach before he could bring his arm down to take care of him.

“Nnngh…”

Sound. He whipped his leg out. A faint brush of feathers told him he’d come close, but not quite close enough.

No more talking.

No more taunting.

The clouds pressed in on him from all sides, but there were no more attacks. Horus flicked his ears from side to side, backing up slowly until he pressed his hand against the Warden’s door. Still closed, still sealed, so Dark Storm wasn’t trying to sneak around him and take the office by storm. Then why –

His light flickered, and he understood.

[i]You’re sealing me off from the light so I can’t maintain my powers,[/i] he thought. [i]Clever…[/i]

But not quite clever enough. He should have thought of his own measure at the start. He’d used it against the guards and against the door. He’d just thought that he should treat Dark Storm the same way as he had Shadowclaw…

But Dark Storm didn’t hide for the same reasons. Dark Storm hid because he wanted an advantage. Shadowclaw hid because he couldn’t bear to be seen.

He didn’t have to respect the raven’s choices.

Horus punched the air, channeling all the light and power that he had left into the blow. The clouds rippled around him, a thunderclap of passing air rushing back in as the moisture and wind was blown away. Even his own air was ripped from his lungs, leaving him gasping for a few short seconds before he opened his eyes.

The hallway was empty. Dark Storm stood almost ten paces away, the raven’s beak chipped at the point and cracked down the length of it. He grunted, glaring at Horus.

“You think…you think you can stop me with that? I can always make – NNNGH!”

The raven spasmed, standing up straight for a moment before slumping forward. The tiny opossum was on his back, hands jammed right into the side of the bird’s neck. Electrical shocks darted out from Shock Treatment’s eyes, flickering out from the corners and fading into the air.

“No hurt Mare! No hurt Breeder. Good. Breeder good. Mine!”

“Nnngh! AAGH!”

“MINE!”

One last squeeze, one last shock, and it was done. Dark Storm hit the ground, his eyes empty and his beak open. Whether he was alive or dead was impossible to tell at a distance, but Horus gagged anyway. He managed to hide it, barely, but he still could hardly believe what Shock Treatment had done.

The opossum hopped off the bird, shaking his head as he walked down the corridor. Tiny, yes, but powerful. Those electrical shocks had never been much more than mere controlling sparks, but with the grid off…

[i]I forgot the stories of what he used to be like…I forgot what he could do,[/i] he thought.

When the opossum halted in front of him, Horus relaxed. Or, at least, he forced himself to look relaxed. The little guy stared up at him, his eyes round and a little bit wet, and…and he looked a bit sad.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“…Will be. Scared. Don’t want to die. Don’t want to go back.”

“…You won’t.”

He’d taken the pain from the opossum’s powers before. He’d been fucked, raped, even, but he couldn’t entirely hold Shock Treatment responsible for it. Oh, he hurt, and he was still more than a little scared of the tiny menace, but he didn’t belong under Maxson. Another Warden might be able to help Shock Treatment find some way to channel his powers properly, to not be some sort of psychotic powerhouse that was trying to condition people to stay with him, but not Maxson. Maxson would only abuse his prisoners and make their situation worse and worse.

He still didn’t know if Mafia would be any better, or if the world outside could handle what was going to happen, but they were too far gone now. He wasn’t going to be able to stop the prison break now. It had too much momentum.

And sure enough, no sooner had he thought that than he heard the crash of metal on the floor in the distance. He looked down the hall, imagining the guards running and the villains chasing them.

It had begun.

“Help me get Dark Storm off the ground,” he muttered. “We shouldn’t leave him there.”

#

Half an hour later, Horus, Mafia, Shock Treatment, Shadowclaw, Giltadoa, General Victorious, and a small collection of the rest of the escaped villains were in the Warden’s office. The rest were busy constructing makeshift defenses in case the snipers on the roof tried to come down, or if the police or National Guard decided to make their way over from the shore. Either way, the villains would be ready, and the other side would have a much harder time than they expected.

For now, though…

Horus leaned against the wall with his arms folded, trying to ignore the feeling of being naked. He’d spent all the light-power that he had knocking away Dark Storm’s clouds, and he had nothing left for clothing. His cock hung down, slowly being molested and occasionally shocked by the opossum at his side.

[i]This is awkward,[/i] he thought. [i]This is very – nngh – awkward.[/i]

But it kept Shock Treatment from freaking out with the Warden in the same room, and he didn’t have to fight the little guy, so he just…tolerated it. Even as he felt one shock after another that forced his cock up and down. It was like the little guy was using it as a stress toy, and he did his best not to think about his dick that way.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

[i]Better my dick than my pussy,[/i] was all he could think.

Shadowclaw walked over as Mafia and Giltadoa continued their gradual breakdown of the Warden. Giltadoa had his eyes glowing, spinning, spiraling on the crocodile, while Mafia was whispering something to the Warden, too quiet for the rest of them to hear. General Victorious was at the door, giving orders to the herd that he had collected for himself, making sure that their defenses were as strong as they could be.

“Seems like we’re at an impasse,” Shadowclaw whispered. “Nobody can get in, but I truly don’t see how we’re getting out.”

“It’s going to be a tough one,” Horus admitted.

“Mmm, no boats, no transports. And everyone wants us to stay here. Oh, I would not be surprised if someone decided to bomb the prison with all of us in it.”

The stallion glanced down at Shock Treatment, but if the smaller villain heard what they were whispering about, he gave no sign. He just –

“Hssss!”

“Heh, looks like the little guy really likes to make you drip.”

“Don’t encourage him…”

“Well, he did a number on Dark Storm. I imagine that raven’s going to have a hard time of it.”

“He’s still alive?”

“Oh, in the infirmary and unconscious. How we’re going to get him out is another matter; he doesn’t have many friends here, and I doubt any of his ‘disciples’ are going to want to carry him with the law chasing them down.”

Horus was of a similar opinion, but at the same time, he couldn’t imagine just leaving the bird there, either. For all their disagreements, leaving Dark Storm to be punished by the system [i]again[/i] was basically asking him to become a radical murderer. He was a half-step from it as it was, but there was still a chance that someone could do something with him and help him. Being abandoned again –

“NNGH!”

“Hehehe, not having a good time, are you?”

“Mmmph…fuck…”

“Might want to see what’s happening with the Warden; looks like our glorious leader is starting to wrap up.”

Still hissing under his breath, the stallion did his best to extricate himself graciously from the opossum and the panther. The little guy tried to cling to him, even going so far as to give his balls a warning zap to stay by the wall, but he was able to push through the pain. His cock did dribble quite a bit as he walked across the room, though.

He was a step away when Giltadoa noticed him. The hybrid chuckled and pointed at the ground.

“Stay.”

Horus was rooted to the spot instantly, his hooves refusing to move. Before he could say anything, Mafia turned. The boar chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned down to pick up the Warden’s discarded jacket.

“Oh, do come closer. We have much to discuss, after all.”

“Hmmph,” Giltadoa grunted.

“Give him some freedom, my friend. He’s earned that much with all his help, after all.”

“…Fine. Come.”

With his hooves released, he walked around the Warden’s desk. The crocodile had been completely stripped, his eyes glowing the same golden shade as the oily smears that covered his face and chest. His drool, likewise, had been completely discolored, and he looked utterly destroyed. His cock pushed up and dripped with need and want, and his entire body sweated with a suppressed heat.

“What did you do to him?” Horus asked.

“A little bit of amusement, a little bit of conditioning,” Mafia said, shrugging as he continued to dress himself in the Warden’s old clothes. “And it will go a long way towards ensuring that we get where we want to go.”

“And that is…”

“Various places. For some of us, the city. For others, the airport. And for still others, somewhere to be disclosed at a later time,” the boar said, chuckling. “I am not one to give away all the secrets.”

“I’m sure. Just like I’m sure you’re one of those going to an undisclosed location.”

“Indeed.”

“…So, what happens to me?”

“Well, I suppose that’s up to you,” the boar said, leaning back against the desk in a barely-fitting suit. “If you wanted to, you could come along; you’ve been a reasonably useful minion. And I plan on taking Shock Treatment with me, and we both know he’d love to have his ‘Breeder’ along. Of course, there’s also going along with General Victorious and becoming part of his herd; he plans to stay around here and take the war to the system locally.”

“…”

“You have other plans, then?” Mafia asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I…don’t know what I want.”

“Well, I would advise choosing soon. We’ll be making a ransom call to the authorities in…What time is it, Giltadoa?”

“Somewhere around nine in the morning.”

[i]My body clock is going to take a while to fix itself,[/i] Horus thought with a mental wince.

“Yes. I imagine we’ll be making a call in about an hour. Just to make sure that nobody gets the bright idea of sending something particularly destructive overhead. All these villains and not one of them capable of making a decent-sized barrier…”

“…I’d best get to thinking, then.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Horus and Giltadoa deal with the Warden, then Horus had to do something about Shock Treatment and Dark Storm.

Tags: M/H, Opossum, Raven, Hybrid, Gila Monster, Toad, Stallion, Panther, Various Species, Crocodile, Super Powers, Villains, Heroes, Prison, Fight, Size Difference, Lightning, Electricity, E-Stim, Blind Fighting, Forced Arousal, Drugging, Hypnotism,