Prisoner

Darren was silent as he allowed himself to be lead through the halls of the prison, not bothering to glance around to see how his cellmates would be. The shackles around his wrists were heavy, made of thick solid steel, but he could barely feel them. He would say nothing about it - he was much stronger than they were giving him credit for. The shackles, meant to bind him and weigh him down, were lighter than the weights he wore regularly at home. Even with the extras connected to his neck and ankles all combined together could not compare to the weight that he wore on a single wrist on a daily basis.

He sat in his cell without complaint, his eyes fixated on the security guards as they backed out of his cell and locked it shut. He watched them place the key on a wall far from any of the cells, behind a door that was also locked from the other side, and those keys were kept on the hand of the head of security. That was a man who came down into the cells purely for the purpose of unlocking those doors and looking in on his prisoners with disdain. Darren suspected he would never even see that look.

It was late in the evening when he was imprisoned, and he waited patiently for the sun to finish setting. The other prisoners yelled and mocked him, but he paid them no mind. They would only be keeping him company for so long. Eventually their voices grew quiet as they fell asleep, and when there was nothing  but the sound of breathing in the air, he finally stood up from his bed.

His muscles bulged as he tore his arms apart, breaking the chains on his shackles without much difficulty. He broke them off his wrists, then from around his neck, and finally off of his ankles. He dropped the heavy steel components to the ground, letting them clang loudly against the cold, concrete flooring. He wasn't too concerned at this point about waking his neighbors or alerting the guards. They couldn't do much about him escaping when they realized that he could simply bend the bars in front of him and make his way out.

He stepped out into the hallway as he discarded the orange jumpsuit that they had provided for him. It simply wasn't his style. He strode confidently down the hall, naked as the day he was born, proudly displaying the massive muscles that had allowed him to escape without trouble. He reached the door and simply tore it off of its hinges.

They had severely underestimated him.