Fairy Tail Reform School

I'm Outta Here

I woke up to the clanging of metal, I looked, bored, to the guards outside of my prison cell.   One was banging on the thick bars with his baton.

"Prisoner #666.   You have a visitor."   He announced, I nodded, getting off of my cot.   I straightened out my neon orange jumpsuit before the guard came in, leaving the other to guard my cell.   I held out my hands, and he cuffed me.   I was brought out of my cell, to another.   

This one was a good size, fairly large, with a sheet of bullet-proof glass down the middle.   I was pushed to the other side of the glass, and the door was locked behind me.   I waited a few minutes, and in walked a businessman in a brown suit, a guard on either side of him.   The left him at the door to the room, opting for guarding it, and not him.   The man pulled up a metal chair and sat in it, I showed him a pleasant smile.

"Father, what a lovely surprise.   For what do I owe this pleasure?"   I asked in the courteous way he had taught me.   He gave a scoff.

"Enough.   I'm here on business."   He said with a cold emotionless voice, in his usual stern manner.   I rolled my eyes.

"When aren't you.   You didn't even bother to show up to my trial."   I said, leaning on the wall with my arms crossed, on the floor, in the corner farthest from him.

"Now, I've gotten you into a school for young adults in the same situation as you.   You will be leaving tomorrow."   I gave a small smile, unnoticed by him.   Sure, it's a boarding school, with lots of rules for sure, but at least I'm outta this prison.

"Of course, I understand Father,"   I said emotionlessly, he gave me a nod.

"One last thing, I'm not related to you for as long as you're ill.   Once you've been reformed, you'll be a Heartfilia again."   He said coldly before leaving, not bothering with a goodbye.   I smiled, I'm outta here, and I don't have to be connected to him.   

In walked the guards, and I stood up, one came in and cuffed me, they escorted me back to my silent cell.   I was the only person in this hall, the fifth floor up, no windows, and I'm at the end of the hallway, with a passkey locked door at the end.  

 Well, I am a serial killer, and they haven't even found out about the other few hundred I've killed.   I smirked at the thought before going back to my cot.   I lay down with my arms under the back of my head, one leg propped up, and the other resting on the knee of the first.   

I kept smirking, remembering the beautiful pictures I painted in red.   The blood of each person becoming my perfect paint.   At each scene I left a blue rose, splattered with that person's blood.   That's how I got my name Bloody Blue Rose or Bloody Rose for short.   I then had a thought.

I can't be a Heartfilia anymore, so I'll need a new last name.   Anastasia Rose...   Doesn't sound half bad.   I kept thinking about each kill before I fell asleep once more.

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I woke up to clanging metal once more, this time there were four guards.   I stood up, and they did something they hadn't done in months(?), they put me in a straight jacket.   They then put a barred mask over my mouth, securing it behind my head.   One of them brought out the trolley cart, and I was strapped in.   

The four of them escorted me to the main floor, and we rolled out onto the empty street, they lay me down in one of their vans, buckling me in with the special seat belts.   Two went inside, and the others went upfront, protective glass keeping me from them, not that I could do anything.   

We drove for hours, and I looked as best I could through the window.   I couldn't really see much, though.   The car stopped, and I heard creaking metal, the car went again and I saw a stone wall, and a fancy, black, metal gate.   Half of it, anyway.   We drove for a while more, and I looked up at the cherry trees, they're in bloom, so it must be Spring.   I thought.