(This is Episode Six, Just joining in? Find Episode One @ Heroisms: Immortality or the Previous Episode @ Heroisms: Choice)

Alex was sitting in his cell when finally a man in a crisp black suit entered the room. “Alexander Deacon McCarthy.” His voice was rich with hatred. “We have some questions as to what exactly your merry little band of misfits has been up to.” Alex stood up and marched over to the iron bars before him. “Look, we have been saving people. Nothing more, nothing less.” The man in the suit scratched his chin and looked down to a folder in his hands. He looked back to Alex without a word, just a grin. Alex grabbed the metal bars and leaned his head against them. “Look Mister… umm… what’s your name?” Clearing his throat, the man in the suit simply replied, “Wilks, Mister Wilks.” Alex felt the iron bars, they seemed more solid than ever before. Normally he could easily bend them, but these cuffs must be absorbing his power. “Mister Wilks, I can assure you. We would never make a move against the government. They have given us stability and credibility among the communities we work in.” Mister Wilks sighed rather heavily. “I wish I could believe that Mister McCarthy. But what I have in my hands is in your own words.”

Mister Wilks pulls a single sheet from the folder in his hands. Clearing his throat once again, he reads off a trio of earth shatteringly familiar lines. ” I think he needed to be taught a lesson, but not like this. I think this is a definite warning from our own government. Do as you’re told, or else.” Mister Wilks looks up to Alex who is as white as freshly fallen snow. “I’m sorry, aren’t those your words Mister McCarthy?” Alex flashed back to the night of Blaze’s funeral and how he tried to keep watch that no one was around. “How did you…” Mister Wilks holds his hand up, interrupting Alex. “Answer the question Mister McCarthy. Are those your words or not? A simple yes or no will suffice.” As Alex clutches the iron bars, he feels rage building in him. A rage so intense, it could consume him. His silence doesn’t go unnoticed. Mister Wilks shakes his head and lifts a radio from his blazer. “Do it.” A sudden scream from the next room sends Alex into a panic. “Alison! Alison!” Nothing but confusion consuming him now, Alex’s gaze jumps from the wall back to Wilks. Mister Wilks stands grinning ever so slightly. “Well?” Alex sighs and shakes his head. “Fine, it was me. Those are my words. Jason and I were conspirators against the government.”

Mister Wilks places the page in the folder and nods. “Thank you for that Mister McCarthy. You’ll be shipped to New Alcatraz in the morning.” As he sauntered smugly from the room, Alex watched him leave. Damn it, I have to get out of here. Hopefully they only got Alison. As Alex pondered his next move, he found himself trying to stay calm. Do I wait this out? It seems as if they’re going to put all of us away. He then turned to the wall from where the scream originated. As he pressed an ear to it, he could hear some muffled sobs just on the other side. “Alison, are you okay?” He stroked the wall for a lack of anything else he could do. A reply came a few sniffles later. “I’m alright. But they separated Brooke and I. I hope she’s okay… she’s just a kid!” Alex turned and sat against the wall. “She’ll be fine Alison, she’s tough.”

Suddenly a group of men rushed past the front door. Alex turned his attention to the panic outside of his cell. “I wonder what’s going on out there?” Alison didn’t reply, she was busy muffling her sobs. As Alex pondered the  events beyond his cage, suddenly Dex walked up to his cell. Alex rushed to the front and grabbed the door as if to rip it off its hinges. “You son of a-” Before he could utter the words, Dex shoved his hand through the bars and covered his mouth. Leaning in really close, Dex whispered to him. “The keys in your pocket are your ticket to freedom. I know Jason acted alone, he always has. Anyone else is just along for the ride.” He turned and checked both ways before removing his hand. “Kid, I know you and him were close, but now it’s your time to shine. You can’t save people from New Alcatraz.” He walked away as quickly as he appeared and Alex stuffed his hand awkwardly into his pocket. Sure enough, there was a key. You still owe me one for killing Jason, I’ll find you. As Alex tried the key in the door, he found that it didn’t fit. Son of a bitch gave me the wrong key. Then as he stared at it, he noticed it had his initials and date of birth on it, along with a barcode. Alex examined the key and then tried it in his cuffs. As they slid off, he felt a wave of static electricity slide off of him. As the wave fell away, his strength returned. Time to get out of here.

As Alex reached for the bars, Dex suddenly reappeared. “Quick get those back on and give me that damn key!” Alex quickly did as he was told and tossed Dex the key. Alex watched in confusion as Dex ran off, leaving him to rot in the cell. That’s it. He is so dead. When I find him- His thoughts are interrupted by a very angry Mister Wilks. “You’re free to go. The guards outside will remove your cuffs.” As he opened the cell door, Alex walked out in a daze. “Why am I free and are the others as well?” Mister Wilks stared at him with no answer. Finally the answer came from Alison tugging at his arm. “Let’s go Alex. They told me Brooke is outside waiting.” As the two of them met up with Brooke outside, they found themselves rejoicing before getting into a cab awaiting them. Mister Wilks watched as they drove away. Dex walked up beside him and shook his head. “What if they find out?” Mister Wilks watched with a stone cold glare as the lights disappeared down the road. “They won’t. Virgil is the best at what he does.”