There was darkness....That was always how it seemed to start for him. Darkness. It made sense, in a morbid sort of way. Man was ended in Darkness, man lived in Darkness, so it seemed only right that man should begin in it as well. He could feel his senses begin to expand, bringing the oncoming consciousness and whatever new pain that would bring with it. Awareness slowly donned upon the time tossed man and weary, battered eyelids rose to reveal a scene he had expected all along. Jack weary lifted his beaten face from where it had lain upon his chest. He was naked, his body covered cuts and nicks and mottled brown where heavy bruises were soon to form. His arms and legs were splayed out and ended in massive metallic cylinders which magnetically kept his hands and feet anchored forcibly down. His beleaguered mind churned out rotes, but those were no good if he didn't have use of his hands. He felt a hand upon his chin, gloved, cold, forceful. It forced his face up to the light, forcing him to face the leader of the squad of men he had dispatched, jaw wired shut and eyes ablaze with fury and indignation. A gloved fist crashed into his face and Jack felt himself sag a little more towards despair. The memories of his capture were still fresh in his mind as another blow landed square on his chin.<br/><br/>He had just finished emptying his stomach's contents when a loud crack from behind caught him unaware, his magical shield forming seconds too late, sheering the bullet in half but allowing a piece to pierce his back and throw him forward. As he began to rise, he could hear booted feet approaching, responding to a call for back up made earlier. Before he could rise to escape, he heard and great many rifles clacking and felt a great many boots impacting upon his prone form. All because he had stopped to help someone who probably died anyway. Thats what got him about the entire situation. Not that he had been captured, not that for the past several hours he spent receiving a brutal beating, not even that he would probably die again, but that it all happened because he had put his neck out for someone else. Memories flashed before his mind's eye, himself in a blue uniform, smiling, feeling fulfilled and important, saving people who couldn't do so for themselves. He grit his teeth. The very thought now repulsed him as he felt truth seeping into his being with each blow from his captors. People weren't worth saving. You had to fight for yourself and yourself only, to do anything else was stupid. After all, he of all people should know. He had died to save someone else, and when he had managed to return, she wouldn't even give him the time of day. He felt his blood begin to boil as he thought more and more about how time and time again his generosity had been abused and manipulated against him. his breathing became ragged, the heavy gag in his mouth having little to do with it. Suddenly, his swollen, pained eyes snapped open and he became aware of a bestial roar coming from somewhere nearby. It took Jack several seconds to realize that it was he that was making the savage noise. His abusers were taken aback by it, and stood several feet away; all except their now mutilated leader whom stepped through the crowd, a large knife raised high. Jack's roar took on a fever pitch and the gag was disintegrated, releasing a massive concussive blast of magic amplified sound waves. Those too close were deafened and hurled backwards into the heavy steel wall of the interrogation chamber while others farther back were simply rattled and thrown from their feet.<br/><br/>The blast had broken free one of the heavy magnetic cylinders and Jack wrenched his arm free from it, quickly tearing the other containment device off and hurling it into the crowd which emitted a chorus of surprised shouts and snapping bones. Jack moved to free his legs when he heard rifles clacking and guns sighting. A shout from the high cat-walks above ordered him to freeze and hold his hands above his head. A grim smile spread across Jack's split and bloodied lips as he complied, lifting his hands hight into the air, all the while muttering a rote beneath his breath. He had no recollection of ever learning it, in his current or fragmented memories of his past life, but summon the colossal forces he did. With a savage roar, he swung his hands together, clapping as one might do at a show. At first, it was silence. But then came a deafening roar as everything around the imprisoned mage seemed to explode into pieces. Not only the guards and the containment machine, but the walls around him as well, all shattered and flew off in every conceivable direction. Free now and still wearing a cold, vicious smile, gripped and dragged in a locker he had left intact, opening it and pulling on the armored uniform within as the rest of the base went on high alert. Reaching inside the locker, his hand emerged gripping a heavy pistol which he then proceeded to slide the clip into before pulling on the full face helmet. He exited out of the shattered remnants of the interrogation room, stepping over the fragmented remains of the containing wall designed to stop lycans. He strode out into the broad daylight while troops surrounded and sighted him in their weapons scopes. His helmet included a built-in radio set and Jack heard everything they said.<br/><br/>"Is he one of ours?"<br/><br/>"No! I saw him suiting up just a second ago! Take him down!" Bullets rained in from every side but Jack paid them no heed, a wall of magic stopping every round fired as Jack lifted off of his feet, hovering a foot above the ground before drawing his arms and legs in and throwing them outward again, launching every round back at their owners. Still hovering, he proceeded to float nonchalantly away when a large tank lumbered around the corner, its turret sighting for a second before firing. With the swat of hand, Jack intercepted the ordinance and flung it way before pointing an open hand in the direction of the tank and closing it tightly into a fist. The tank's armor held for a moment before crumpling into a large metallic ball that resembled a wad of paper. Snaking out with a long tendril of Force, Jack swaddled the massive metal sphere into bonds of Force before proceeding to swing it about his head like a magic wrecking ball. With a bestial cry, Jack released his weapon and sent it hurtling into the remains of the base, tearing a large circular hole through the center before the ceiling collapsed in on itself. Jack collapsed to the ground, sagging to his knees as the massive power expenditure caught up with him before rising and beginning to limp away. Beneath the helmet, he smiled a smile that held more frost than all the floating bergs of ice still remaining to the world.<br/><br/><br/>The head nurse spoke up, she said leave this one aloooone, she could tell right away, that I was baaad to the booone. B,b,b,b,b,bad! Bad to the bone!! I broke a thousand before I met you! I'll break a thousand more before I am through. I wanna be yours pretty baby. Yours and yours alone. I'm here to tell ya honey, that I am baad to the Bone!!