Prison Life

"Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time~! I feel aliiiiveeee~! And the world, is turning inside out, yeah~! I'm floating around...in ecstasyyyy~!" I began to sing the same song I'd been singing for the last hour or so, but it seemed the guard were finally starting to break as one of them got up off his chair and banged against the metal door to my 'container'.

"Give it a rest, Robinson! Don't make us come in there!" his gruff voice tried to sound tough but I picked up on a few shakes in his voice so I knew...he was scared of me.

Not surprising, really. I am a 'slightly' psychotic super soldier.

And the guys who used to guard my door were killed in my last break-out attempt. So I guess that would lead to some...nervousness(?) in new guards.

"Oh?" even though I knew his fear was reasonable, I still felt the need to poke at him - emotional and psychological warfare are just as useful as caving in people's heads, after all. "You'll come in and stop me? Really? You and the guy who's been eating Jelly Donuts every day for the last few months? I sure am scared, Mister," I mockingly said before breaking out in laughter as I could practically hear the guys teeth grinding against one another--wait a minute, I actually can hear that.

Weird how super soldier physiological-effects are hard to ignore at times.

"Ah," I said, jingling my metal encased arms about to gain his attention, "And how's it going with the wife? Did you find out if she was cheating on you or--!" I was stopped by the baton hitting the door again as the hatch was slid fully open and the guy's bearded face crushed up against it, his mouth open as he shouted at me and his spittle flew out of his mouth.

"Shut your goddamn mouth, you fucking freak!" he shouted, but before he could continue...he saw my smile. And the missing tooth on my lower set of teeth.

He went to move out of the way...but he moves so slow. Too slow. They call this a trained guard?

Despite my admonishing thoughts, I was still smiling widely before I got the tooth in my mouth in position before spitting it with so much force that the tooth split the air with a whistling sound. The little white projectile traveled before impacting the guards eye, squishing his eye with a squelch before I heard a definite crack as the tooth passed through the back of his eye socket and into his brain.

Probably made a smoothie out of it~!

"Hahahahahahaha~!" I started to laugh seeing the guy's one blue eye going wide before he collapsed forward, his bloody face sliding across the metal door, making it's surface slick and red.

"H-holy shit!" I heard a sound from the guard who never spoke. Then I heard him fumbling around before the click of his radio entered his ears, "We-we-we have a, uh, a guard down outside Robinson's cell--oh god," the man stammered before collapsing to a kneeling position - no doubt next to the bearded guy I'd just killed. After looking at his dead buddy his angry voice entered my ears. Yet he didn't make the same mistake as the other guy and put his head in clear sight.

Clever guy.

"You fucking freak...why did you kill him?!" he roared, his voice echoing around in my cell, and in the hallway he was standing in. But I only chuckled before leaning forward, the chains and locks holding me jingling and jangling as I strained against them, my smile following in their steps and stretching far across my face like a jagged cut.

"Why are you so angry? Now you can fuck his wife without having to hide it! I did you a favor, buddy~!" I laughed before shaking my head, "No, no, sorry, that was a little joke - not the wife fucking part, I know you do that - but the favor part. I killed him because I can. Not like the government will kill me. They spent billions and billions on making me what I am, so they won't throw that down the drain," I shrugged, the chains beginning to annoy me as they restricted even simple movements like a shrug, "And they throw me in this jail because I'm a bit cuckoo after being put through their tortuous methods? Typical. Even worse is that I only continued to get stronger and they got scared..."

"Why are you telling me this?! Do you think I care? You just killed my friend!" he roared and I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, you really cared about him when you were fucking his wife--I wonder, if his first kid even his? Or is it yours--?" I was cut off once again. That's getting annoying now.

"Shut up! Just, shut up, Robinson!" he screamed, the guilt of what he'd done dripping from his voice as his words shook and trembled. He was weak, but they're usually the most fun to mess with, right? Yeah, they are.

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh, I smirked while speaking, "Okay, okay, I'll stop bringing it up, jeez...Instead, I'll tell you something else - give me one of those Jelly Donuts, or you'll be joining your friend in Hell," I chuckled, speaking in a tone of voice that would make it seem like I hadn't just threatened to murder a man over a Donut.

"Wh...What...?" his voice was full of confusion and I let out an annoyed sigh.

"I said, if you don't give me one of those Jelly Donuts, I'll kill you. Did you get it this time?" I said before thinking of more incentive, "If you give me one of them, I won't harm you in any way for the next month, okay? That's a good deal, right?"

Everything went quiet for a little while, and by the time he found the courage to reply, I could hear the medics and armored guards on their way. "S-screw you! I'm not giving you anything, you fucking prick!"

Shrugging, I felt the hole where my tooth had been with my tongue and I could feel it growing back incredibly quickly - it was already half-way out of my gums. But even then, I couldn't re-use it yet, so I pushed the tooth next to it out of the gum with my tongue, the pain wasn't even that bad to someone like me - kind of reminded me that I was here and not in some sort of weird dream. "Well, that's the wrong answer, buddy. One word of advice though," I said before positioning the tooth in the right place in my mouth, ready to spit it with enough force to mince through a human, "Close the hole-hatch on the door before you start talking to the psychotic super soldier."

By the time he'd realized what I meant, I'd spat the tooth at the top inside of the hatchet that had been opened ever since the blue-eyed beard guy wanted to shout at me. The tooth ricocheted off of the inside of the metal, shooting downward and hitting the man in the head, killing him.

How did I know he was there? I could hear his heartbeat. His breathing. The minor shifts of his feet and his body, and the noise his clothes would make as they ground against his skin. I could also smell him and the terrible cologne he practically covered himself in.

The sounds and smells told me all I needed to know about where he was and where his head was. And with how quickly my head can do calculations, it was child's play to figure out what angle I needed the tooth to hit the metal at so it would shoot down into the man's brain. I'm a super soldier, yet I was trained how to be an assassin as well. The US...are a bit dodgy, honestly. But I'm a proud American Citizen, so should I really be saying that? Probably not.

By the time I'd done this and thought what I'd thought, the medics and armored guards had arrived.

"Jesus Christ, not again...How are we gonna get guards to guard this asshole if he keeps scaring people like this?" a gruff voice said and I coughed a little before mockingly sounding offended.

"Excuse me, this asshole has a name, you know?" I said and everyone of the people outside went quiet as they realized who they were near. "Now, would any of you be a doll and get me one of those Jelly Donuts and throw it through the hole? If not, I still have dozens of teeth left and there's plenty of room out there in that growing pile of bodies~"

I'd never gotten a Jelly Donut so quickly.

. . .

POV Change - 3rd Person, Amanda Waller

"And, I've saved one of the best for last," Amanda said, swallowing a piece of steak that had been cooked to perfection. Her lips split in a smile as she enthusiastically continued, "Lucien Robinson. Joined the Navy at 17 after faking his papers expertly. We knew but let him join anyway," she shrugged before carrying on, "He did 3 tours in Iraq, got injured, nearly blown up - but he kept winning--surviving. We soon got a notice of him and realized he was the perfect candidate for something we haven't attempted in a very long time..." Amanda paused to build suspense on purpose.

The Minster of Defense, an older man with a gruff look and grey hair and beard, dressed in military attire, leaned forward before pressing his finger down on the picture of Lucien, "Isn't this...'him'? The one we told you to bury and never let him see the light of day again?"

The picture showed a brown-haired, green-eyed man with a handsome smile looking at the camera. His skin was quite pale, despite the presumed outside work a Navy SEAL would do, but that didn't take away from the handsomeness of his face. He looked incredibly attractive. Sharp and angular features that gave off a noble air - if someone were to say he looked like a royal prince, there wouldn't be many who would disagree.

Amanda smiled before leaning in herself, her eyes flashing with mirth, "Yes, yes it is him. He's the latest Super Soldier produced by the US Government," she said, gaining the shock of the other people at the table. Seeing this she chuckled before leaning backward, lifting her fork to her mouth and chewing another piece of steak.

"You're talking about a literal super soldier, right? Not just a really well-trained soldier, but a soldier who's stronger, faster--" the speaker, a member of the CIA, was interrupted by Amanda who had a smug smile on her face.

"Better than anything that can be naturally attained? Yes. Lucien Robinson...is phenomenally effective. Just last week he killed two guard for a, and I quote him on this, 'A single Donut of jellied perfection'. A Jelly Donut. And how did he kill them? He spat his teeth at them like bullets. The man's a weapon through and through," she finished, seemingly genuinely in awe at this Lucien's capabilities.

"But Amanda! This...this thing is too dangerous to be let loose on the world! Slade Wilson was hard enough to control and Lucien's miles ahead of him because of the changes to the serum and how much we pumped into him! How will we control him?!" the Minster of Defense said in a hushed shout, his finger repeatedly slamming against the picture of Lucien.

"I know I can control them just fine. Because, Mike, getting people to act against their own self-interests for the national security of the United States is what I do for a living...and with a mini-explosive in the side of their heads, how can they say no to my orders?" Amanda smiled, her pearly white teeth shining in the dim room, like the teeth of a predator looming behind it's prey in the darkness.

Her smile faltered before she leaned down on her hands, "In a world of flying men and monsters, this is the only way to protect our country."

Mike, the Minister of Defense, couldn't outright disagree with her because what she said was right.

He had to back this...this Suicide Squad and make sure it was brought together.