Free [Open to anyone crazy enough to try to escape after Baba]
The spiders and rats were agitated. Something was wrong, or was about to be. They could feel it; the vibrations played on that part of the animal brain that told a rat to get off a ship before the humans knew it was sinking, that part that told the spiders to make their webs somewhere else. For the past few days, the rats and spiders had either not been showing up or making their way elsewhere. They were leaving the woman hanging there in her metal bonds all alone.
Something had changed in that small little room most people forgot. Even the humans, the ones who were supposed to know about that room with that woman, were becoming uncomfortable. First it was being close to her, not that anyone really felt all that comfortable near her. Then, it was being in the room with her. By the time all the spiders and rats were gone, people didn't even like being near the room. Something wasn't right at all.
She had felt the change starting. She could think a little more, understand a little more. She could sense the power, hers and others, were just out of reach, She might have eaten one or two of the spiders that got too close. It wasn't that she really needed the protien, what there was of it, but it was something to do while things changed around her. She'd been through some interesting times, and they only seemed to be getting more interesting. Yet, she didn't like being locked away without a "by your leave," certainly not by a juvenile being who had no idea what could be done with its powers. She also didn't like knowing that it could and would put her in such a vulnerable position.
It took time, and she could wait. She waited, watching the changes, watching the reactions of the people. Yes, it would be soon. Very soon. Then there was a lift of the gates. It was almost painful to have that much power back so quickly, painful and heady. The City had decided it wanted her out? Something somewhere had happened, and the City didn't want her to stay where she was anymore? For only a moment she thought of staying where she was, but she hated being locked up. As if with that thought, the bindings were loosened, which meant her body fell to the ground without the support. It took her a moment to regain control of a body that had been hanging in a rather uncomfortable position with little more than a banana bag, was that what they called it, keeping it alive - not that she really had to worry about the death bit, just the near death bit.
She stood slowly, her clothes not much more than rags, and she laughed. The staff outside her room shuddered; some wet themselves, while others ran. She pulled at the power that was there for her to use and laughed. Feeling a need for dramatics, she put her will to the power and started beating at the door with it; it took a few tries. It was like riding a bicycle, the power she was using; she had to remember how it felt and how to work it, but eventually she got it. The door finally came free and went through the opposite wall. She laughed again, stepping out of the room. With a flick of her wrist, a near by gurney came toward her, and she climbed atop it, levitating it with little thought, that bit was second nature.
It took a little more concentration, and the door was soon being used as a battering ram. It wasn't the most efficient battering ram, but it made the destruction and damage, and maybe a little death, she wanted. It ruined walls, other doors, people. The noise was deafening as it bounced around, finding targets and destroying them, or at least maiming them. She'd use the door on one wall, then stop when it didn't seem willing to fall. Then she'd use it on another wall and another, until she found a weak wall. She didn't care if people got caught in the way or if she disturbed the patients. She didn't care what chaos she made; in fact, she rather liked it. Finally she found the way out. The door broke through, and with a little extra push, the wall out exploded outward with the door, which buried itself in the ground outside. The little laughing woman, now the beauty she'd been when this started..probably, floated out of the hole in the wall and away from that damned place, leaving a rather large mess for the City to deal with. It was the City's problem if someone else should use the hole as a way to escape.