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Chapter One: Caught

I lean against the cold metal frame of the cell bed and slightly wince as it comes into contact with the surface of my bruised, and overheated skin.

"What is it with you, Dragneel?" One of the guards exclaim from the hallway speaker. My cell is isolated in the most secure location within the facility.

"You're in here almost every other week. Don't you get tired of it, in here?" The guard asks. I recognize his voice. Lily, the most advanced of the guards.

"Leave me alone, you stupid cat," I yell in response. Frustration begins to flow through my veins, and my temperature begins to rise.

"What happened to you, kid?" The voice asks softer over the speaker, which makes his voice barely audible.

Anger is almost pouring out of my body at this point, and I notice my hands glowing from overwhelming heat.

"I said shut up!" I retort. My fists are clenched against the metal frame, which is now red hot.

Unexpectedly, tears well up in my eyes.

"God damnit," I whisper to myself as I wipe them away.

My life has gone to absolute shit, ever since my dad died. Since then, I've just been lost in a purgatory like state. Nothing really matters to me anymore. I'll do anything just to feel some sort of excitement. That's how I ended up here, again. I got into a fight with some other wizards, and burned their bodies. Some on their faces, and some on their other limbs. Nothing completely lethal, but they won't look the same. I should care, shouldn't I? Shouldn't I feel sorry for the people I've hurt? I didn't kill them, but I don't feel sorry.

My eyes begin to get heavy, and I let my eyelids fall. And everything goes black.