Power Up!! (Male Reader) (OG Version: Discontinued)

The Broken Shackles

You didn't realize that you had fallen asleep until you were jolted awake by the sounds of the door swinging open. The light hurt your eye, causing you to shield them with your arm. Once your eyes had adjusted, you lowered your arm to see your injured hands. The skin on your knuckles was practically nonexistent now.

Your gaze moved to the guard standing there. Jon himself. He was smiling. Why was he here? You weren't allowed to go to your sessions when you were in solitary. It was one of the upsides.

Jon: Looks like you have a visitor.

A visitor? You've never had a visitor. They never allowed such a thing. It was deemed a threat to everyone involved, which is why you haven't seen any of your family since you were brought here.

Regardless, Jon walked over and forced you to your feet. He grabbed your arm and pushed you out the cell, making you slam into the wall. You stood on your own and looked back to the guard who ushered you towards the Warden's office. You drug your feet while Jon watched. The moment you moved in a way he thought was dangerous he would correct you.

With a shaking hand, you carefully turned the door knob revealing the warden who was already standing up at his desk to greet you. He was very intimidating for a man on the shorter side, with you heavily surpassing him in height. But there was something about the way he carried himself, so crude and rough, not giving a shit about the inmates that gave him trouble, putting them into place in a heartbeat.

But what caught your eye was the woman standing there with a scowl on her face. When she looked at you, her glare soften and her face instead turned to that of concern. She immediately made her way over to you and embraced you into a hug which caused you to flinch. Jon was about to stop her, but the warden signaled for him to stay back.

Y/N: Who....

Liz: It's alright. It's just me.

Liz? Your older sister? What was she doing here? Why was she in the Warden's office? Was this a dream?

Liz pulled back to take a look at you. She was at a lost for words at your appearance. Your hair was longer, your eyes tired, your wounds very visible. The sweet, kind boy she knew was now nothing more than a husk of anger and sorrow.

Liz: What did these bastards do to you?

The warden sighed.

Y/N: Why are you here?

Liz was surpised that your voice was so deep. She was also surpised by how tall you had become since the last time she saw you. Still, your skin was pale and it was clear that you were shaken from your time here.

Warden: It seems that your sister here has presented evidence to the mayor proving your innocence. As of today, you're free to go.

Free to go? Did he mean you were able to leave now? Able to live your life as a free man? Jon seemed just as shocked as you were. The Warden didn't seem pleased, but there was just no way he could defy a direct order from the Mayor himself. Liz reached into her pocket and placed something onto your collar. It unlocked and dropped to the floor, revealing your neck for the first time in 3 years. You reached up and touched the lighter skin in surpise.

Was this really happening?

Liz: We can go home. We can live together again. Just me and you.

Y/N: Home? I can....go home?

Power Up!!

You sat on a comfortable couch and stared at the blank TV. You were wearing clothes that felt odd to you. They were too soft. Everyone just seemed brighter. You were currently in Liz's house, located in the city of Townsville, confused on what you were supposed to do. Liz went to get food for you both, leaving you alone to grasp the truth of being free for the first time in 3 years.