Assembling the Returning Four: Part 1- Black Widow

The man entered Counterfiet Island's prison without a warning.He sighed and looked around for a moment.

"This must be the place," he thought.

The man looked at the grey walls that made up the prison. This should be the place. The security guard at the front desk looked at the stranger with concern, and muttered, "How can I help you?"

"Oh, forgive me," said the man, snapping out of his daydream, "are you this prison's warden? I wish to speak to him for buisness."

"I'm not," the security guard responded, "Have you schedualed an appointment?"

"No I haven't," the man sighed, "but my words are rather urgent. Can you bring him to me please?"

"Sure, Mr...um..."

"Dr. Jupiter," the doctor completed.

"I will go get him for you, Dr. Jupiter."

The man went off down the hall. Dr. Jupiter took the time to observe the surroundings around him. Various missing painting posters cluttered the trash and a picture of the ex-chief investigator of the police was among the trash. He raised an eyebrow, recognizing that she's the woman he'd been looking for.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Jupiter?"

Dr Jupiter turned around and saw the warden of the prison. He had chocolate brown hair and tanned skin with some stubble on his face.

"Yes I am," Dr. Jupiter replied, "are you this fine prison's warden?"

"In the flesh," the warden said, shaking the doctor's hand.

"I wish to talk to you about one of your prisoners, in your office if you'd wish. I myself run a supermax facility," the doctor said.

The warden looked at the doctor's cloud-grey eyes, confused. "Hm?" the warden asked, "A prison transfer? Well, follow me into my office."

The warden led Dr. Jupiter up to his office and they sat down in their respectful spots in the office.

"Now," Dr. Jupiter stated, "I'll make an offer that you cannot refuse. I run a high-security supermax facility on a distant island in an undisclosed location. I believe that one of your prisoners is more a worthy fit in a higher-security facility than a local jail."

"A worthy fit? But you don't mean..."

"Indeed I do," Dr. Jupiter interrupted, "The prisoner I mean is Charlotte Noire, whos alias is the Black Widow."

The warden of the jail stared at the doctor, stunned. "Doctor," he muttered, "I do not believe this is a good idea. A prison transfer with her is risky. She's a feisty one."

"I do not care of who she is," Dr. Jupiter said firmly, "She doesn't belong in a local jail. She belongs in a supermax facility such as my own, known as the Erewhon Prison for Super Villains."

"How come have I never heard of such a place? Nor have I heard of you for the matter?" the warden asked.

Dr. Jupiter sighed, "The prison is under a low-profile status. Its location is concealed and only a few know of its existance. Same with me- I have a low-profile reputation. People know that I've earned title of doctor, but few know that I run the world's most advanced supermax facility. Charlotte belongs there. I have a helicopter to go to my facility if you should approve of this transfer."

The warden looked at Dr. Jupiter's stormy grey eyes again. He was unwilling to give up one of his most dangerous prisoners, but the doctor has a point- she belongs in a much higher facility.

"Very well," the warden finally sighed, reaching into the file cabinent, "These are her criminal files. And you have to sign here. And here. And here. And here."

Dr Jupiter took out his pen, a gold-rimmed yellow pen with black ink, and signed his name on the designated areas. He immediately put the golden pen back in his lab coat pocket. He took the criminal file and the warden gave him a note.

"I will come with you during the transfer to the helicopter to ensure the transfer to be sound," the warden said.

"You may not go into the helicopter with me," the doctor stated, "You may follow us from here to the helicopter.

The warden nodded. He and Dr. Jupiter shook hands and exited the office. The warden approached the jail cell halls until he stopped at a specific cell. In the corner of the cell was a woman in her mid-thirties with messy black hair and a black jumpsuit with red boots. Carvings decorated her cell, saying such words as "Ugly", "Trash", "Not worthy", "Masterpieces over messes" and various carvings of spiders and hourglasses also decorated the cell. Upon turning around, she's revealed to have a red hourglass on the top of her jumpsuit and her striking green eyes and crimson lips stood out.

"This is the Black Widow?" Dr. Jupiter asked the warden. He nodded. Black Widow looked up for only a second before turning away again, continuing another carving, muttering something under her breath.

"Charlotte!" the warden yelled negatively, "Today's going to be a changing day for you. You will be transferred."

The Black Widow didn't budge from her spot.

"I don't care," she muttered, looking out of the corner of her eye, "who brought in Santa Claus?"

Dr. Jupiter was offended by the comment, his only sign of disapproval being an angry look on his face.  

"This is Dr. Jupiter, Charlotte," said the warden, "he runs a place better suited for a theif like you: Erewhon Prison for Super Villains."

A crowd of security guards, one of them holding handcuffs, headed toward the cell door.

The cell door eventually opened. As if it was a trigger Black Widow tried to escape. She bruised a security guard here and there, but the handcuffs were eventually shoved on the feisty theif's wrists and a tranquilizer was injected into her. She went unconcious in a few seconds and landed in the arms of two of the security guards.

"I told you she was a feisty one," the warden restated to the doctor, "let's get her to the chopper before the tranquilizer's effects wear off."

Dr. Jupiter, the warden, and the two security guards guiding Black Widow headed outside the prison and heard the chopper's blades thrash against the air. The pilot saw Dr. Jupiter and nodded at him. He nodded back. The two security guards buckled Black Widow into the seat tightly and exited the helicopter.

"It was nice doing buisness with you," Dr. Jupiter said to the warden.

"Have a good day, Doctor," the warden replied.

The two shaked hands again and Dr. Jupiter headed into the chopper. He closed the door and it flied off into the sky.

A few minutes had passed and the pilot and Dr. Jupiter could hear the low groans of the villain they just obtained, a sign that the tranquilizer was wearing off. Her green eyes slowly opened and she attempted to move. However, the seatbelt was attached to her tightly and the cuffs were still on her hands. She started to struggle in her seat, shouting at Dr. Jupiter and the pilot,

"Why am I here?! Let me go this instant!!"

"Silence, Widow," Dr. Jupiter sighed, "you'll see."

"The Santa man?!" Black Widow shouted once more, "Get me out of here! I can hardly breathe!"

The Black Widow kept on shouting, but at this point, the pilot and the doctor started to ignore their gritty passenger.

"We're almost there," the pilot hinted.

"Good," replied Dr. Jupiter.

The chopper finally arrived at a tower put on top of a small island. It landed on the flat part near the tower.

Dr. Jupiter got out of the chopper and unbuckled a still-adrupt Black Widow. She tried using her legs to kick the Doctor but he forcefully pulled her out of the chopper. Two more security guards from Erewhon Prison came out and helped keep her in control. Kicking and shouting, she was held on to by the two. Dr. Jupiter looked at the guards and they looked back.

"She's one of the four," Dr. Jupiter stated.

The guards nodded.

"One of the four?! What do you mean!?" she shouted, being dragged into the prison.

Dr. Jupiter didn't answer. The security guards followed Dr. Jupiter up to his lab, and stopped in front of the dream machine. Dr. Jupiter grabbed hold of her handcuffs.

"You are free to go," Dr. Jupiter said to the security guards. They nodded and exited the lab. Black Widow looked at Dr. Jupiter with utter confusion.

"This certainly doesn't look like a jail cell," she muttered.

"Black Widow, I need you for something, I need something that you have," Dr. Jupiter muttered.

"I don't have anything on me except for these cuffs!" Black Widow argued.

Dr. Jupiter frowned, "You do have something, though. It's not exactly physical, though."

He led Black Widow up to an empty sleep chamber and pushed her into it, unlocking her handcuffs. Before she had time to react, the glass tube shut on her. She pounded on the glass tube.

"What is this thing?!" Black Widow shouted.

"Good night, Black Widow," Dr. Jupiter said. He pressed a few buttons and gas started to fill the sleep chamber. The art theif eventually went off into a comatose state.

Dr. Jupiter tried to hide a smirk. This would just be only a small part of his master plan. The other three sleep chambers were empty and they needed to be filled. He readjusted his golden pen in his lab coat pocket and went back to his office.

*Thank you for reading!*