And here we are starting the Punishment Ward arc. The first chapter is more or less similar to canon, albeit with a few additions and behavioral differences, but we'll get into more drastic changes shortly afterward.

Naturally Anasui's little stunt got him sent right to the ultimate security wing. All he had to had to do was stand there and take credit. Of course, once he was inside, that's when he made his move. Diver Down produced a small bag that came from Emporio's Stand, allowing the rest of the group to enter along with him. "Lucky for us Burning Down the House is so versatile," Rainbow noted, "That ghost bag let us all travel together." "Now the real trick is making sure we don't get caught while in here," Jolyne noted. "Leave that to me," Wes assured her, "I'll make sure they don't know Anasui smuggled anyone inside."

Before he could even start, however, there was some sort of commotion going on outside. "What the heck?," Jolyne said, carefully looking out the bars of the cell door. The guards that had just escorted Anasui inside were now fighting each other. And for no good reason from what she could see. From their perspective, the guards suddenly had an increase in aggression. More than that, they could literally see inside each other like an x-ray, spotting the strengths and weak points in their opponents musculature.

They were so distracted with their fight they didn't notice Jolyne picking open the cell door with Stone Free. "Okay, I know the guards like a good tussle," Anasui said, "But they usually leave that up to the prisoners. I've never seen them fight each other before, especially not to establish some sort of dominance. This is clearly a Stand at work, but who could the Stand user be?" "Whoever they are," Rainbow said, "They have to be somewhere here in the punishment ward."

Pucci was reading from his Bible while in his office. "Do not give dogs what is holy. And do not throw your pearls before pigs. Lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you. Matthew, 7:6." He closed the Bible. "I've lost track of Sports Maxx. At this point I can only assume he is dead, and if that is the case, then Jolyne and her crew have read his memories." "And have enough knowledge to know where to turn next," DeKurliss noted. Pucci nodded. "I sent four Stand users to the punishment ward. They should be enough to ensure her demise."

"But she wasn't sent to the punishment ward," DeKurliss pointed out. "Does it matter?," Pucci retorted, "Somehow, someway, a Joestar will always discover a means to continue their journey. And unlike DIO, who knew almost everything about Jotaro and his allies, we know very little about what Jolyne's allies can do." He placed a cherry in his mouth and did his usual trick. "Trust me, DeKurliss. Even as we speak, Jolyne has somehow managed to find her way to where the bone is located."

"Speaking of which," DeKurliss said, "We still need to gather the energy needed for the bone to mutate." "I've already thought of that," Pucci assured him, "I remember talking about it with DIO. About the weakest Stand he had ever heard of. As you might imagine, it was not an easy question to answer. After all, depending on your strength of character, a seemingly weak power could be enough to conquer a small city. I remember him giving an analogy of how a king's strengths differed from a chef's."

DeKurliss nodded. "It's true. Though a king may lead, he may not have the skills to cook for himself. In the same vein DIO, for all his power, still had weaknesses that required the use of allies that did not share those weaknesses." Pucci chuckled. "Well, ultimately DIO decided that the weakest Stand has to be Survivor." DeKurliss raised an eyebrow. "Survivor? I would have thought he'd chose Golden Fox, one of the Stands featured during the Steel Ball Run years ago."

"Golden Fox may be useless for combat," Pucci clarified, "But it still has the benefit of allowing its user to avoid combat altogether. I'm sure DIO told you the story behind Survivor." "Yes, he did," DeKurliss said with a nod, "I remember all of us living in his house in Cairo heard the tale. About six hikers who were found dead in 1982, showing signs of combat against one another. Their muscles straining until bones cracked under pressure."

"Did DIO tell you the reason for the massacre?," Pucci asked. DeKurliss shook his head, and Pucci smiled. "Well he told me. It seemed the night before the hikers were staying in a lodge, and one of the women of the group had insulted the lodge owner for having bad odor. As you may guess... That man was the Stand user of Survivor. He didn't even really do anything, it's just that his rage was focused to the point where it became a small, electric signal. That signal traveled down his nervous system and became Survivor."

"And transferred to the hikers when their boots got wet," DeKurliss surmised, "But how does all this make Survivor weak?" "Because it doesn't really do anything," Pucci explained, "It can run on the small amount of electrical energy that runs through the human brain. It doesn't attack, can't incur damage, can't control people or hurt them, can't make them fall asleep. It just makes people angry. Anyone who gets close to him gets affected. And it can't tell friend from foe. This is why DIO never bothered to try getting him to join as a follower."

He grinned. "And so, I asked if I could take it. I thought it might be useful one day. And sure enough, when I received DIO's diary I knew I had the perfect use for it. I found a suitable prisoner to use it on, and when I heard the bone was heading for the punishment ward I had him stage a fight to send him there. The punishment ward has a habit of using firehoses to wash off the prisoners held there, so by now there will be plenty of wet surfaces for Survivor to do its work."

Back in the punishment ward, the guard cackled as he threw the switch to open all the cells at once. "I can sense all your most powerful components!," he bragged, "So come and get me! We'll make this ward into one big fight club!" The group watched as a number of prisoners, some tough-looking, some not so much, emerged from their cells. "Damn it!," Jolyne said, "We need to get to that bone, wherever it is. And kill anyone who gets in our way!" Anasui placed a hand on her shoulder. "Whoa now, I'm the killer in this group. Strong as you are, I'd rather not see you with blood on your hands."

Jolyne shook her head. "I guess whatever is causing this is starting to get to me." The others had stepped into the wet floor. Just then, the guard came rushing at her. Jolyne smirked. 'He may see where my body is strongest. But he can't see Stone Free.' Stone Free made to attack, but the guard somehow managed to anticipate the attack and leapt along the walls, only to get wrapped up in Stone Free's strings.

Rainbow got a look at the guard's nameplate, giving his name as Viviano Westwood. "Yes," Westwood said, "I can see that strength... The string-like things running along your body. It's beautiful." "Something's off," Atroe said, "Even under the Stand's influence there should be no way he can see a Stand without one of his own." Jolyne scoffed. "I got this guy. Search for the bone. Try to avoid unnecessary fights." She attacked Westwood's leg with Stone Free, smashing it. But Westwood didn't go down, instead jabbing at Jolyne's abdomen.

Through the effects of the Stand, Survivor, Jolyne could see that her attack did damage, the leg she broke no longer shining, but Westwood didn't seem to feel any pain. They kept exchanging blows until Westwood felt his neck whiplash as he threw a punch, Jolyne having wrapped her strings around his neck. She quickly counter-attacked with Stone Free, nailing him in the gut, only for her arm to suddenly have a chunk taken out of it. "Where did that come from?," she wondered.

She then gasped. Westwood had been knocked into the wall, and a disc was popping out of his head. "Shit... That's why he could see Stone Free's strings. He's a Stand user too, but he must not realize it." She quickly stitched herself up. "What I wouldn't give for one of Uncle Josuke's 'good-bye ouchies' spells. And by spells I mean Crazy Diamond's healing power." She saw Westwood get up. "Seems you can see my Stand," Jolyne noted, "So tell me, did you ever meet a priest named Pucci?"

Westwood only answered with more violence, which Jolyne met blow for blow, until she saw an orange humanoid with skin similar to muscles appear from behind him. It was the Stand Planet Waves, which Pucci had given to Westwood. Jolyne took a deep breath and extended a string down to the ground, which she then stepped on. When Westwood went to punch her, she moved the string slightly so that the straight punch was redirected. Westwood came in with his other fist, but Jolyne expected that, wrapping the string around Westwood's fist and pulling it in front of the second punch.

"Looks like you fell for it," Jolyne said with a smirk, "Lacking a pain reflex leaves you vulnerable." She threw her jacket over her head in such a way that it covered Westwood's head. "And now you're completely blind! Stone Free!" Westwood found himself pounded against the nearby bars. "ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!" Before Jolyne could move to finish, something impacted through Stone Free's leg, damaging her again. 'You gotta be kidding me! I thought for sure I crippled him enough to render his Stand useless!'

Westwood then got up and grabbed Jolyne in a headlock. "You prisoners are the scum of society! Always treating people like shit! Well you're not so tough now are you!" Jolyne was too busy noticing the ceiling of the punishment ward. 'That's it! I can see it! That's what his Stand does!' The glass ceiling was cracked in two different places. And Jolyne was right in its path. "You're talking a lot of shit yourself considering this 'scum' is only in here for evidence tampering," Jolyne pointed out, "And I'll have you know that this is one girl who was raised not to treat anyone like shit unless they deserved it!"

She immediately shoved her strings right into Westwood's ear, causing him to lose his grip as his eardrums were ruptured. And just in time, as two small meteorites could be seen on a collision course with their location. Earth is surrounding by thousands of such pieces of space debris, but most of the time they burn up as they are caught by Earth's gravitational pull. Planet Waves ensured that these meteorites would enter the atmosphere at just the right angle to penetrate it and come hurtling to the ground almost fully intact.

Jolyne used her strings to pull Westwood right in the meteorites' path, but they burned into nothing as they came close to him. 'I thought that might happen,' Jolyne thought, 'His Stand draws those meteorites to whatever is between him and them. So pulling him in the path of his own projectiles would either get him hit, or cause them to burn away before they could injure him. Either way, it would save my bacon.' Westwood tried to get Jolyne in another hold, but she immediately took advantage of his loosened grip to break his arm.

This let her get some distance away from him. "Seems you got hit with a few of those meteors," he noted as he struggled to his feet, "How many I wonder? From the looks of it, the next one would be fatal." Jolyne chuckled. "You have no idea what sort of fight this is, do you?" Her strings started to stitch her body back together. "You've likely pieced together that you're the one drawing the meteors in, but you don't even realize why. That makes you weaker than me, because you lack knowledge."

That really got Westwood angry. "You bitch!" He rushed at her, and Jolyne ran forward. The reason for this was because she realized that the next meteor was going to come from the wall. Sure enough, the wall behind her exploded. "Got you now!," Westwood declared. Jolyne smirked, revealing that she'd grabbed one of Westwood's boots. "Never underestimate a Joestar, even if they don't share the name." Before Westwood's eyes, she placed the boot with a piece of brick inside to cushion the impact, which also sent the boot hurtling right at Westwood.

Even though the meteor burnt up as it approached, the brick and boot didn't, smashing Westwood in the face and knocking him out cold. 'Damn... This bitch doesn't just give up... What's driving such a scumbag like her...?' Jolyne smirked, a string emerging from her birthmark to form another star. "And that's that." "Jolyne!," Rainbow said from up above, "We found the bone!" "That's great!," Jolyne said, "Let's grab it before..." But just then, some of the other inmates were getting bloated.

One prisoner came up behind her, only to get smacked aside by Anasui before getting bloated as well. "Is this another Stand?," Anasui asked, "How many snuck in here?" "I don't know," Jolyne admitted, "We know of at least two. I think we can expect at least double that. Still, this is a pretty extreme Stand power. And I've heard of plenty of dangerous powers thanks to my time in Morioh and listening to Dad's stories. Just what is going on here?"