Beginning Of Multiverse Saga-Chapter 103: Escaped From Asylum

Bloodweb said quietly, "Another ’accident’ they tried to bury. Like mine."

She smirked, her fingers weaving glowing, invisible strands through the air, like spider silk no one else could touch.

Bloodweb explained, "I was a scientist. I worked on a breakthrough serum — something that could enhance human abilities."

She glanced down, her voice tight.

"My own team — people I trusted — stole my research and sold it for money."

She clenched her jaw, eyes flickering with anger.

"I injected the serum myself to stop them. But it changed me. I gained control over energy webs — threads that bind and trap. They made me powerful. Dangerous."

She said with a cold smile, "That’s when they turned on me. Said I was unstable. Tried to silence me."

Her glowing threads danced between her fingertips.

"I escaped once, but not for long. I was hunted like a weapon. That’s when I met Marcus."

She glanced over at him.

"He was hiding in the same ruins I’d been using for cover. At first, we nearly fought each other... but we saw the same hurt in each other’s eyes. Different stories. Same betrayal."

Marcus, known as Fangstrike, nodded silently.

He leaned forward, his clawed fingers tapping the cold metal floor. His wild eyes gleamed beneath his tangled hair.

He said in a low, growling tone, "I was a hunter. I lived in the wild, away from the city... protecting my land and my family."

His voice turned bitter.

"One night, a rare beast came out of nowhere — killed everything. My home, my people... gone."

He added, "I fought it. Killed it. But not before it bit me."

He touched the deep scar on his neck.

"When I woke up... I had claws. Speed. Strength. But something else too — a fury I couldn’t control."

He looked away for a moment, eyes full of pain.

"My kin — afraid of what I became — they turned on me. Drove me out like I was a monster."

Marcus took a breath, glancing at Lena.

"I wandered, trying not to lose control. That’s when I met her. Lena."

A small smile flickered.

"She didn’t flinch. Didn’t call me a monster. We started watching each other’s backs... and never stopped."

Lena added, "We became partners. Survivors. And now... maybe more."

They then shifted to topic.

Daniel said, "I spent years sharpening this blade, thinking one day I’d cut down everyone who wronged me. But now... I don’t want revenge. I want peace — a life that’s mine."

Across the cell, Marcus also nodded with him.

"I used to live free, in the wild. Had a family. A purpose. But after I changed, all I did was fight... survive. Maybe it’s time I found something better than just survival."

Iron Mammoth also nodded with them.

He said, "I just wanted to build. Machines, tools, something that helped people. But they turned my work into weapons... turned me into a weapon. Maybe I could start over. Fix what I broke."

Lena leaned against the wall, her voice quiet and measured.

Lena said, "I created something to help the world... and they twisted it, stole it. Made me into something cold. I still have my mind. Maybe I could use it to protect myself."

There was a quiet understanding between them. No anger now. Just the truth.

Daniel raised an eyebrow and smirked.

He asked, "So, uh... anyone got a spare place I could crash? Not too close to a police station, and preferably without the other heroes?"

Ethan let out a deep, mechanical chuckle.

Ethan said, "You could try my lab. It’s cozy—if you ignore the auto-turrets. Last guy who visited left without his eyebrows."

Daniel blinked and shook his head firmly.

He replied, "No, no, I can’t go there. I like my face exactly how it is — mostly intact."

Lena leaned back, a soft smirk on her face.

Lena said, "Before I met Marcus, I hated the idea of sharing a room. I had my space, my rules, my spiders."

She looked over at Marcus with a rare tenderness.

"But now... I’d share more than just a room."

Marcus nodded, his smile quiet but genuine.

Marcus said, "Back then, I used to dig caves in the forest. It was all I had. Dark, cold... but safe. Since I met Lena, I don’t need caves anymore."

Daniel raised an eyebrow playfully.

Daniel said, "Well, I guess that just leaves me becoming a motivational speaker. ’Got betrayed by your country? Transformed by freak science? Come to Daniel’s Trauma Talk — we stab our pain, emotionally.’"

Ethan laughed at him, "You’d last two days before getting booed offstage."

He added, "I’ll stick to something simpler. Open a shop. Mammoth Mechanics — car repairs with optional rocket boosters."

Daniel grinned wide.

Daniel said, "That’s not a garage. That’s a warzone. You’d turn every car into a tank."

Ethan shrugged, "Depends on the client."

Lena smirked, resting her head lightly on Marcus’s shoulder.

"I might try painting. Gardening. Maybe knitting webs into weird sweaters."

Marcus chuckled.

Marcus said, "I’ll cook. Hunt. Nap in the sun. Maybe write a book — ’How to Scare Hikers and Still Be Loveable.’"

Their laughter echoed through the cell.

And when it faded, what remained wasn’t silence...

It was something warmer.

———

The Black Vault Prison — Midnight

Beneath miles of crushing ocean pressure, the Black Vault slumbered in artificial silence. A prison no man could escape, no army could breach. It was alive with scanning beams, patrolling drones, electromagnetic fields, and pressure sensors tuned to the beat of a spider’s footfall.

But it didn’t notice her.

The water barely rippled as a sleek shadow glided through it. Nyx Virelle surfaced beside the outer platform, her black stealth suit glistening with salt. Without a sound, she emerged from her one-man sub and pressed her gloved hands to the side of the prison.

With a soft flick of her wrist, the Sound Suppression Field bloomed around her — a bubble of perfect, unnatural silence. No splash from the water, no hiss from her boots against metal, not even the whisper of her breath. Inside that sphere, the world ceased to make sound.

She climbed upward, fingers locking into the grooves of the prison’s cold steel. Above her, two drones hovered, scanning. Their red sensors passed directly over her, but their systems read nothing. She was just another shadow.

Nyx reached a maintenance hatch and attached a thin EMP tag. It pulsed silently, and in a swift speed, the hatch flicked open. She slipped inside.

Within the corridor, everything was motionless. Red emergency lights pulsed softly, casting long shadows between control panels and weapon lockers. The only movement was the silent whir of internal drones and rotating security cams.

She was a phantom, weaving between beams of detection, never triggering a single alert. Her curved daggers shimmered at her sides, and the coils of her tech whip blade curled around her wrist like a pet serpent waiting to strike.

At the security junction, she pressed her palm against the access panel. It didn’t respond. She didn’t expect it to.

Instead, her fingers wove a precise sequence of Phantom Strands, nearly invisible threads of energy drawn from her fingertips. They sank into the panel like tendrils slipping into a lock. Within seconds, the system surrendered.

———

Meanwhile, the four inmates were still continuing their conversation.

"You know," Daniel said lazily, "I’m gonna need a slogan. For my speaker tour. Something catchy. ’Don’t let trauma win—stab it with a smile’? Too much?"

Across the cell, Lena was leaning into Marcus’s cell side, eyes half-closed, weaving glowing strands between her fingers like idle thought. Marcus just sat calmly on the other side of the prison.

"No more cities," Lena said. "No more sirens. Just trees. Rain."

Marcus added, "Squirrels."

Daniel muttered, "You two are dangerously close to becoming a couple in a coffee ad."

Lena smiled faintly, "Better than a couple in a wanted poster."

Ethan rolled his shoulders, the sound of metal and muscle shifting together. "As long as your cabin has a garage. I’m bringing my car."

Daniel nodded with mock solemnity. "R.I.P. to the last three vehicles. Gone, but not in one piece."

Their laughter wasn’t loud, but it was real.

Then—click.

Marcus’s eyes narrowed. "What was that?"

The cell door across from him creaked. A slow, mechanical hiss.

Ethan stood up, gears shifting with a warning growl. "Not scheduled."

From down the corridor, two guards turned toward the control terminal.

Guard 1: "System glitch?"

Guard 2: "We’re not running any overrides—wait—"

Thunk.

A small, round disk rolled across the hallway floor and stuck itself to the side panel beside the guards.

BZZZT—KRAK!

A burst of electromagnetic energy exploded outward in a flash of blue light. Sparks erupted from the panels. The guards shouted, but their voices were instantly cut as their systems failed. Armor locked. Limbs dropped. They collapsed.

Another two guards from the far end shouted, weapons raised.

Then a second disk clinked silently against the floor and—

FLASH.

Smoke. Static. Both fell to the ground, unconscious.

Then came the footsteps.

A figure emerged from the haze—tall, cloaked in matte black. Her suit hugged her like a second skin, woven with high-tech fibers and glinting circuitry.

A dark mask covered her face completely—no eye slits, no mouth—just an unreadable, featureless shape.

A faint violet glow shimmered on her back in the shape of a crown.

Daniel opened his mouth, "Okay... we ordering assassins now? Or is this just surprise visitor day?"

Marcus tilted his head slightly, studying the figure still standing calm and motionless just outside their force field.

He said, "She doesn’t look like a cop. Or a hero. That’s new."

Ethan stepped forward, broad arms folding over his chest, jaw tightening as he surveyed the collapsed guards behind the figure.

"She dropped into a facility full of guards without breaking a sweat. Who the hell are you?"

Lena gave a dramatic little bow, smirking like a cat who found a new toy.

"And what brings Miss Mute-and-Deadly to our humble cage?"

Shadow Queen stopped just outside the force field. Her voice was soft but firm.

"My name is Nyx Virelle. You can call me Shadow Queen," she said. "I’m not with GUARD. Not with the Government. And definitely not here to give you a lecture."

Daniel, ever the lounging rogue, cocked his head lazily and smirked.

"Great, so... why are you here? Sightseeing?"

"I’m offering you something no one else ever has... a choice," she said as she walked. "You’ve all been betrayed—by family, governments, friends. Thrown in here like monsters."

She paused in front of Marcus’s cell, her masked face angled slightly toward him.

"You’re not monsters. You’re weapons. And weapons don’t belong in cages—they belong in the right hands."

Marcus tilted his head and asked quietly, "Yours, I assume?"

Shadow Queen smiled faintly, "Exactly. Work with me. On my team, there will not be any government issues. You have your freedom and revenge."

Iron Mammoth crossed his arms, his massive frame still and unreadable.

"And what if we say no?"

She didn’t hesitate.

"Then you can enjoy another ten years rotting in this cell while the world forgets your names."

Her voice lowered slightly.

"This prison’s on a seven-minute loop backup. I’ve knocked out the guards, disabled the auto-alert, and crashed the AI. That leaves us six minutes before the system self-heals and you’re locked in again until the next decade."

She stepped forward, just beyond the flickering field, and tossed a small device to the ground. It activated with a soft hum, pulsing faint light across the floor.

"This is a one-shot exit pulse," she explained. "Disables all containment for ninety seconds. Enough time to vanish — if you’re in."

Black Scythe’s voice came with a half-laugh, half-challenge.

"You came all this way to break out four war criminals. Why?"

Shadow Queen didn’t flinch.

"You’re not criminals. You are just betrayed by the world."

"I don’t have time for speeches," she said, her voice flat now. "I’m building something. Off-grid. You work with me — you get freedom, purpose... and revenge. Or you stay here and wait for the guards to wake up."

Bloodweb glanced down at the holofile, then shrugged.

"I mean, she makes a fair point." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Fangstrike leaned forward slightly.

The lights along the floor flickered. Systems were starting to reboot.

Iron Mammoth didn’t wait.

"They’re coming back online. I’m in."

Black Scythe grinned.

"Lead the way, ghost girl."

Shadow Queen slammed the pulse device with her boot.

A wave of invisible force surged through the prison — a silent quake. All cells blinked open.

Ninety seconds.

Shadow Queen’s voice cut through the alarms and strobing red lights.

"Time’s up. Let’s move."

Then, like shadows swallowed by smoke, the five vanished — just as the prison came back to life.

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