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Chapter I: A Pint

Vale Courthouse Y/N's POV

Judge: Evidence clearly points to this boy, Y/N L/N as the guilty suspect responsible for bombing and destroying Beacon Academy.

Phoenix: Objection! We have no evidence to support that this boy did anything bad under the influence of his own. We've imprisoned many innocent boys over the course of the past year. We shouldn't take the risk of accidentally convicting an inno-

My lawyer began, before being interrupted by the Judge, who just wanted to get things over with due to overwhelming evidence placed against me.

Judge: Overruled, the accuser claims to have seen the suspect rush out of Beacon Academy.

Ironwood: I've seen him. I've seen everything. Along with every other huntsman that returned to Beacon.

Judge: Okay than, with no one else but the defendant's lawyer accounting for his defence. I hear by denounce the defendant to 60 years in prison, with no possibility for parole, with 33 life sentences for every life he and his nefarious selfish actions have taken.

The gavel came down, the hearing was over. I was placed in handcuffs and was led out of the courthouse and shoved into a Bullhead, flying up to an Atlesian Frigate, where I would be held.

Atlesian Soldier: Be glad kid, that Capital punishment was abolished.

I sneered at his remark.

Me: Capital punishment schmapital munishment. Too bad that it isn't, you'd all be much much safer.

Atlesian Soldier 2: And we'd be safe from your little prophecies.

Me: Yeah, fuck you too.

Timeskip

Once the cell doors closed on me, I sighed. In jail once again. But then I began to laugh, doesn't matter at all, I did my part, Salem probably just has to find some other person to do her works. It's enticing, knowing I've accomplished so much in my life. But people only know it as an evil act of terrorism...

Such a shame...

An Atlesian Guard banged on the cell door, I turned to see her, a female guard. Holding a box.

Female Guard: Wake up, my arm's getting tired, can't hold this thing for long.

Me: Well you should probably hold it up some more, could be a huge exercise for you.

I commented, taking the box from her. I looked at it, opening the box and saw a cake. I looked back at the female guard, who just shrugged and responded.

Female Guard: Not mine, someone probs sent it to you as a last minute present before you're brought to the hangman's rig.

Me: Thanks a lot, much appreciated.

I sighed, opening the box. Digging in and made a living out of what I had for the moment.

Me: Good thing it ain't a lie.

I told myself, before choking, something was in my throat... and it was definitely not cake.

I coughed it up and caught it with my right hand. A glass-based vial of sodium cyanide. What the heck is this supposed to be for? Suicide?