Prison of the Damned

Year:  122 A. L. R. (After Luna's Return)

Location: Dakaron Island Prison, somewhere in the middle of the ocean.

1:27 A. M.

3 Years, 7 Months, and 13 Days until the Outbreak...

"So tell me again about this Unicorn that you picked up from the damn street...", the head Griffin asked as his assistant trailed behind down the hallway.  "Sir, he was  the main target's son.  From the reports from my team's reconnaissance, they have discovered that his son has the ability to change his appearance to anyone and anything, which is some-what similar but more diverse."  "So you're telling me that your squad kidnapped a fucking Changeling?", the lead Griffin uttered as he placed his claw against the scanner next to a large iron door.  "Sir, he is a full-blooded pony.  His Biokenetic abilities seemed important enough to our cause that I thought he would be a good subject for the Machine.", he nervously replied as the scanner read the lead Griffin's claw, opening the door leading to the Interrogation Rooms.  "Does it look like I give a shit?", the lead-Griffin asked.  "But sir, the Emperor--", the assistant asked as he was cut-off.  "I don't care what the Emperor wants.  He sits on his thrown barking orders, but he couldn't save his own ass if he needed to.  This is my Island.  If this piece of shit pony is actually worth something, then go ahead and let the scientists have their fun.", the leading Griffin raged as he came across the interrogation room.  "Sir, I'm not sure if I should follow you...", commented the assistant.  "Don't tell me you're going to chicken out.", the lead Griffin barked just as he was about to open the door.  "Well, for lack of a better term.....yes, sir.", the assistant replied.  "You get paid to be my assistant, nothing more.  You don't do shit half the time except say 'yes, sir' and 'no, sir'.  I'll be damned if you're going to tuck your tail between your legs and fucking run like a wimp.  Now grow a pair and follow me.", he commanded with anger in his voice as he entered.  Just as the door flung open he muttered under his breath, "Wimpy little shit...."

As the Griffin and his unwanted side-kick entered, they laid their eyes upon a containment field.  Surrounding the containment field are more Griffins that dawned white coats instead of the usual hat and tactical vest that the others wore.  As the Griffins who had just entered the room began to walk closer to the cell, they are greeted by the lead scientist.  "The subject has been unconscious for the last few hours, his blood count is normal, and his brain activity shows signs of--"  "Spare me his well-being.  I don't care if he has a cold.", said the Griffin.  "Very well.....", the white-coated Griffin said as he annoyingly shrugged off the rudeness of the Griffin that was in charge.  "The subject is over 100 years old, and is capable of Biokenesis which is the ability to shape-shift.  We do not know just how physically strong he is, but we are handling things in a cautious manner.  Which is why we have him in this containment cell.", the scientist evaluated.  "Certainly this horse couldn't be that dangerous?", the Griffin arrogantly replied.  "We don't take chances....", the scientist answered.  "His name is MidNight.", the Griffin's assistant chimed in.  "He's whatever I choose to call him.  Once he is in my prison....then his name means nothing.", the head Griffin replied with a distasteful look in his eye.

The Griffin then approaches the holding area, and commenced to bang on the cell.  "HEY, WAKE UP!!", the Unicorn began to barely move his head, before he finally started to regain consciousness and rise back to his feet.  "About time you woke up...I don't have all day to deal with you low-lives.", the Unicorn then raised his head, trying to bring his vision back into focus, "Where...where am I...?"  "You're new home...I hope you hated sunlight...because odds are, you won't see it again...", the head Griffin flatly said.  "What are you talking about? Who are you?!", MidNight screamed as he realized see exactly what kind of predicament he was in.  "I'm Warden DeadClaw...and you're in Dakaron Prison."  "What did I do to be put here....?", MidNight asked.  "You were born.  We were actually after your father, and we just happen to come across you and another pony while we were investigating our suspicions.  We just dragged your ass along because we could always use another inmate here."  "I didn't break the law, you have no right to hold me here...", MidNight said as he began to grow more angry.  "Wrong, see...I have every right.  Because on this island....what I say goes.  I'm the leader, CEO, or King....if you're feeling dramatic."  "I'll have you know that my mother is none other than Princess Luna.  If you do not let me leave right now...then mark my words you will regret your decision...", MidNight flatly said.  He didn't like having to lean on his family heritage, but given the situation he had awoken to....he didn't have any other options that were subtle.  "You don't have your mommy or your auntie to protect your sorry ass here.  And soon....your father won't even be able to help you."  As the Griffin watched on, MidNight had finally reached his breaking point.  In that split second, he morphed into a rhinoceros and charged full speed heading directly for the Warden.  Deadclaw took a stance, ready to fight.  But MidNight's attack was in vain.  His head hit full force into the specially constructed holding cell, disorientating him.  If the Warden had let the scientist finish what he had to say, then he would have found out that the cell he was constructed for holding large animals and beasts.  "And now you see why we don't take chances...", the Scientist smartly chimes.  "Hmph...", Warden Deadclaw uttered before regaining his stance and turning away, ready to get the hell away from the Biokenetic Unicorn.  "Make sure he's ready for transportation...."  "Already ahead of you."  The scientist said as the Warden and his scared shitless assistant reached the exit leading back to the hallway.  Just as the door opened they heard what sounded like conflict happening.  As they turned around they had seen that MidNight had taken the first opportunity that was open to him.  He sprang from his cell as they opened the door and was fighting to his best abilities.  Guards were thrown back and forth, the Guard's numbers were dropping fast.  But it was nothing a little jolt of electricity couldn't fix.  "He's got determination...I'll give the little shit that much...", the Warden said as they continued out of the room.

As the door closed behind them, the assistant was ready to fall apart.  "Sir....I really....don't think I can do this....", the assistant stared to speak, holding back tears of fright.  Just then, the assistant felt his back hit the wall, and he heard his clipboard hit the concrete floor.  "I am sick and I'm tired...of hearing you whine like a little bird!", the frightened and now crying assistant heard DeadClaw scream.  "We have over a thousand Guards all over the prison that are equipped with the best weaponry in all of the world, and you're falling apart over one damn inmate that can change the way he looks?!  I know you don't want to be here, and I don't want you here either!  But until you get a letter of reassignment or you die in this place.....", the Warden took a moment to backhand the assistant just so that he could make sure he was listening, "SHUT THE HELL UP AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!!!!"  And with that the Warden backed off of the assistant, and began to continue down the hallway.  "That means pick up your shit and come on....", the Warden finally chimed in, ending their little 'quarrel'.  The assistant slowly picked himself back up, wiped his eyes, and picked up his clipboard.  As he tried to catch back up to the Warden he was cursing his name and mentally spitting on the Warden's corpse in his imagination, hoping that one day he would get the chance to do that very thing.

Interrogation Room #2

"Who is this next one?", the Warden asked with the same tone of voice that he housed most of the time.  The still mentally pissed off assistant turned the pages through his clipboard until he came to the page he was looking for.  "This next one is Sunny Night's friends, goes by the name...Firezilla."  "I swear ponies have the most oddest names...", Warden DeadClaw chimed.  "Age is unknown.  Pegasus pony...  The subject is capable of conjuring balls of fire in his hoof.  And he is also very physically strong and heals almost instantly."  The Warden froze in his tracks, "...that sounds interesting.  Maybe....hell, I'll think on it later.  Is that all we know?"  "He has a little sister, but we couldn't find out anything about either of their backgrounds.  We don't know where his power comes from either."  "So you're telling me you don't know shit...?  As fucking usual...", the Warden said in that asshole tone of voice.  The assistant then got angry once again, and continued to imagine himself causing pain and possibly killing the Warden someday.  "Well pull your head out of your ass and look alive.  I don't need you falling apart like a little bitch again.", the Warden said as they began to enter the next room in the hallway.

The door to the second Interrogation Room opened, wherein the Warden and his squeamish assistant entered.  They beheld a very large cage-like structure, and sitting inside the cell was an orange pony with his front right arm being a bright red color which clashed with his orange coat.  "What the fuck do you want with me?!  Where am I?!", he raged.  The Warden just stood there watching him and smirked, "Looks like we have a fighter..."  The ones that fought back and always tried to resist were the Warden's favorite.  To him there was no other feeling like when he beat the living hell out of 'parasites' that were below him.  He slowly walked up to the holding cell, "Looks like it's that time of the month for you."  "Who the fuck are you?!", the pony in the cell demanded.  "I'm your new ruler, and this is hell..."  "I don't know who the hell you think you are....but you can't hold me here...", Firezilla said as he slowly trotted toward the bars of the cell and held out his hooves to reach for them.  As his hoofs got closer to their target the Warden smiled sadistically and uttered, "Oh can't I..."  Firezilla took hold of the bars, and a sudden painful numbing sensation shot through his body.  His muscled tensed and he felt his face clench hard before he was able to pull himself away from the bars.  He stumbled backwards.  "Electrified cell.....keeps the really worthless animals at bay.  Now that I have your attention....let me be the first to welcome you to Dakaron Prison.  Here, you are worthless.  Here, you have only one name....and that's whatever the fuck I choose to call you."  Firezilla lifted himself back up to his feet, and suddenly a fireball appeared in his hoofs and he commenced to throw what seemed like an endless barrage trying to find a way to destroy the cage.  The metal bars that constructed the cell turned cherry red...and yet they stayed completely solid, showing no signs that they were going to melt.  "What the hell is this?!", Firezilla screamed while he tried throwing fireballs once more.  "It's a thing called magic you dumbass.  The cage is enchanted.  You can throw the biggest fireball you can muster and you still won't melt these bars.  That's just like you ponies...always relying on magic...", the Warden said as he spat toward Firezilla.  Firezilla continued to throw more and more fireballs, trying more to release his anger than to actually break free.  Firezilla then heard a noise behind him, turning to see that a Guard had entered the cell.  "Alright tough guy...it's you and me..."  Firezilla didn't hesitate, he flew toward the Griffin, tackling him to the ground and he commenced to turn his head into nothing but a blood smear.  He savagely beat him with his bare hooves.  He topped it off with one final punch that was infuriated with fire, showing just how strong his powers can be.  "You think you can keep me locked up...you're wrong...", Firezilla exclaimed as he rose up from the bloodied Griffin.  Three more Guards entered and pounced on Firezilla.  He knocked them all off with ease, and commenced to fighting them all.  Some were able land punches, but they barely phased the mad pony.  Just as Firezilla was about to choke the very life out of one of them, he felt a traumatizing blow directly to the back of his head rendering him unconscious.  "Get him the fuck out of here....", the Warden said while heading for the hallway once more.

Warden DeadClaw and his assistant reached the hallway.  "I want his power..."  "Perfect candidate for the Machine.  Don't you think, sir?", the assistant said doing his usual sucking up routine.  "To hell with that!  Once the Machine does it's job...then I want this one's power to be added to the Primary target's power...", Warden DeadClaw continued as he was becoming more and more power hungry by the minute.  "Sir, what will we say to the Emporer when he asks of our progress?"  "Once my plan is complete...then not even the damn Emporer will be able stop me...", he uttered as he continued on to the final room and the one that he has been anticipating to see this entire time.  This whole operation was for just one purpose, because Warden DeadClaw is possibly the most power hungry Griffin that ever existed in the Empire.  Even in his days in the Griffin Army, he wanted to control all that he ever laid his eyes upon.  His military history is filled with reports and complaints of extreme abusive nature, over excessive verbal abuse, and several acts of disobeying direct orders.  The only thing that kept him from being discharged was his brutal nature and his desire to crush those that stood in his way.  But they finally had gotten tired of having to put up with him, and he was dishonorably discharged.  And now...he had his own prison...and he had a plan.  A plan that could mean the end of the Emperor's reign...and possibly the Princesses as well.

Interrogation Room #3

"And we have arrived...", the assistant said as they reached the third and final Interrogation room.  The Warden could feel his excitement building, for what laid within was the very reason that his plan was put in motion.  He wanted power, and lots of it.  The other two ponies that were taken were only spur of the moment extras just to add to his devious plan.  The Warden opened the door, revealing to them a lone pony that was heavily chained and bound to a chair.  Looking as though he was unconscious, filled the Warden with slight joy.  He walked up to the pony, and commenced to slapping him around.  "Wake up you shit..."  The pony just barely stirred and started to come alive in-between the agitating smacks from the Warden's open claw.  "Wh-wha...what....?", the pony uttered as he raised his head and clinched his eyes trying to see once more.  "Took you long enough."  The Warden flatly said.  "Who are you...where am I...?"  "You're in Dakaron...a nice little cage that holds scum like you.", he replied as the gray colored Pegasus finally began to realize what was happening.  He commenced to struggling, trying desperately to break free.  "It's no use...those are tempered steel from the finest blacksmiths in the Griffin Empire."  "You son of a bitch...", the gray Pegasus said as he focused all the power he could and made his shadow come to life.  The shadow went for the Griffins, but was suddenly struck down as dozens of high watt bulbs shot on.  The Pegasus jerked his head back in response, trying to block the bright lights that were completely blinding him.  The shadow faded in a black oily substance before finally dying out.  "I knew you would try something like this you sneaky bastard...  Unfortunately for you, I anticipated it.  I know who you are....", the Warden spoke menacingly in a semi-quiet tone.  The Pegasus barely spoke, still trying to re-cooperate his eyes from the light.  "What...what are you talking ab--"  The Warden violently socked the Pegasus right square in the jaw.  "DON'T PULL THAT INNOCENTS BULLSHIT WITH ME, GUARDIAN!!"  As his head hung to one side from the punch he received, he spat, splattering blood on the floor.  "....what do you want with me...?"  "I want what is rightfully mine...I want the power of the Guardian...", the Warden uttered, enjoying every second.  "It isn't yours to have..."  DeadClaw hit the Pegasus again, "WRONG!!  It belongs to me...  The great Sunny Night, the Prince of the Darkness, wastes the greatest power a mortal could wield.  You go around protecting the little weaklings of a nation....when you should be taking control of it."  "You won't have it...it doesn't belong to you...", Sunny said still rattled by the damage he had sustained from the Warden's menacing punches.  "It doesn't matter what you think...because soon....it will be mine...  Guards!  Take him away!"

Suddenly, Sunny felt his shackles being removed....big mistake...  He snatched up out of the chair, pulled one of the Guards in front of him with ease and kicked him away.  Then he picked up the other with both arms and threw him at the other.  Two more soon came at him.  He bucked the first, soon followed by flinging the other up above his head and dropping him down with his face meeting his lifted knee.  The first two Guards came back for more, and more they had received.  Sunny side-stepped the first sending him into the wall.  The second attempted to throw a punch, to which Sunny ducked his arm in mid-swing and then quickly lunged on his back, clinching around his neck in a lethal choke hold.  All of the sudden he felt a great jolting pain hit his neck, which then surged through his entire body making his muscles lock and allowing the Griffin he was strangling to escape.  He reached up and felt his neck to find the end of a stun rod, as he pulled it away and raised his head he was meet with the bud of a pistol right square between his eyes rendering him unconscious.  He felt the back of his head meet the ground and he watched as the lights begin to fade and his vision slowly slip into darkness...