Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Justice Always Wins
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The Superpowered Terrorist Detention Facility treats its inmates fairly well.
The reason is simple.
Abilities themselves are rare, but valuable ones are even rarer, so even villains aren't easily executed if they're competent.
In other words,
While the higher-ups always blather on about human rights and such, in reality, they're kept alive to extract their full utility as villains.
"Why's this report taking so damn long... Ugh... I thought I was gonna get beaten to death...!"
Creep had zeroed in on that exact point.
Her meltdown in the infirmary wasn't just her usual psycho antics.
She hadn't anticipated something like this happening today, but Creep had genuinely prepared an emergency contingency for herself and the kid.
Not much is known about abilities yet.
Why they only manifest in women,
Their limits and versatility,
And why I, a man, ended up with one...
"Correctional Officer, you can't touch our baby now, right...? Right? Ahaha..."
That naturally leads to another question.
Do humans born between two ability users inherit abilities at birth?
Perhaps they even inherit their parents' specific abilities.
"It could be the first ability-user baby ever born... Right?"
That's why the higher-ups ordered her monitored and managed. It's a golden opportunity.
Even when I was active with the Hero Association, I'd gotten similar offers. Not just padding my body to test abilities or taking hair samples, but occasionally they'd straight-up ask for semen.
But unlike dissecting my tissues for ability research, they couldn't exactly run clinical trials with bodily fluids.
Of course, back then, the Director and Lily's staunch opposition kept me from being milked dry,
But now that I'm a villain in prison, those restrictions have naturally vanished.
In cases like Creep's, if inmates get "unfortunately" pregnant while cohabiting, it creates a valuable new case study for ability research.
"Yes... The warden instructed separate management since there might be a child involved."
Orca's cold gaze lingers on Creep. She sets down the phone and begins slowly circling the collapsed Creep.
"You've staged quite the amusing situation, Creep."
Each time Orca's weight presses onto the frozen floor, ice cracks with a sharp sound. A slow, ominous crunch-crunch vibrates through the ground.
"Fine. I'll manage you separately. Solitary for the next month. Then, once pregnancy is confirmed, another year in solitary. Can't have you mingling with inmates if you're pregnant—might harm the baby."
"Sweet deal... I'll chill easy for a year then..."
Creep provokes Orca right to the end.
Of course, there's no guarantee Orca would stop even if she didn't.
Orca grips the baton in her right hand
with both hands and speaks.
"Yeah. You'll be thrilled. I'll make sure you enjoy it even more."
In that stance,
She swings the baton straight at Creep's head.
The frozen tip smashes into her skull, producing a splintering crack. Hard to tell if it's the ice shattering or human bone fracturing.
I can do nothing but barely breathe, etching that horrific scene into my eyes.
"I'll give you special care for that month. Even a psychopath like you deserves proper parenting!"
"Wha— Wait. Hold on."
After the first blow, Creep clutches her head and scrambles back. Her body slides across the icy floor, crawling awkwardly toward the door.
"Hol—hold on. This, uh, wait. Wi—without me—Sca—Scardi'll harass—Crow."
No matter how she explains, Orca ignores Creep. Already boiling with rage, she's venting far beyond Creep's expectations.
"We—we! Me and Scardi—we made a deal! Wi—without me. She's alone. You can't—con—control her—alone—"
Crack—
Before she finishes, Orca swings again. A gruesome sound echoes.
"Shut it, villain. I don't care what deal you made."
"Ack—cough! Wai—wait... Le—let me talk..."
Creep desperately tries to keep talking,
While Orca prepares to punish her immediately.
"Bla—Black Owl and—A—Acid. Bo—both, she, me and... Wai—wait! She—she was the first to jump Crow. Not—my kids—"
"..."
But an intriguing story makes Orca's arm pause briefly.
"Lis—listen. No reason to—to me like this. Right? Sca—Scardi—she wanted to—with Crow first, and I—in exchange, sent two kids—so I could stay with—Crow..."
I'd suspected some deal between Scardi and Creep,
but they'd schemed down to the finest details.
"Frame—framing too. Crow's frame-up. She knows—knows a ton. Without me, hard to—even check her. Right? Huh...?"
But Creep's head took too many hits; she can't speak properly. Blood streams from her forehead and cheek. Her words slur more and more.
"Don't overestimate yourself, villain."
Orca drives the nail in. Another impact to Creep's head, and she collapses, unable to endure.
Creep's hands and feet twitch unnaturally on the floor. Orca strikes several more times; each blow makes her body jerk.
"Sure. The kid's innocent. The mother's the problem. You pay for your sins. Right here, right now!"
That's
too much.
Not violence to subdue or defeat villains.
Just violence for inflicting pain.
"Sto—gack—stop..."
I crawl to them, bones barely pieced together. Not out of care for Creep. Just pity for Orca's change.
"Sto—stop... That's enough now..."
When did Orca start twisting like this? If I'd recruited her to the Association, would this have happened? Or if we'd met more often.
No. If I hadn't come to prison, could we have lived normally? Did I make her like this? Maybe she was right—I should've given up and died.
"Let go."
Orca's voice is ice-cold.
She glares darkly at me holding her leg and commands.
"Let go now, villain. I'm executing justice."
I won't release, so Orca uses her ability again, drawing a sharp ice pick and pressing it to Creep.
"If you won't, no choice."
She won't harm the child.
But she cripples Creep so she can never crawl again.
That's Orca's justice.
Maintaining prison order,
Ruthlessly crushing villains who defy it.
Stab—
Before I can stop her, Orca's pick pierces Creep.
Blood sprays high, up to my face height, then hits the ground and freezes in crimson chunks from Orca's chill.
"Won't kill you. That's my mercy. But I won't let you strut around."
Justice wins,
and never loses.
Sometimes cruel, brutal methods, but justice prevails.
The guards rush in late. In the wrecked correctional office, they move efficiently under Orca's orders.
"Patch Creep just enough for emergencies and send her to solitary. No approaches for a month except feeding time."
Ability users recover faster than normals, but Creep looks critical even accounting for that.
"Send Crow back to C Wing as is. Call Scardi to the office. I have words for her."
My body's wrecked too—no time to worry about others. Orca's full power shattered my bones with mere punches.
"And from now on, bring Crow to the office after dinner feeding. Needs separate correction. Warden has special requests too."
Prison life was never smooth,
but it'll get rougher ahead.
"So much more to manage now..."