Prolouge

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Even though the storm is coming, there is still a calm before it. But don't be fooled, it's not all the time like this.

The wind blew into his jail cell very lightly. He felt it and looked up and saw some leaves had blown in.

He picked up those leaves and threw them back outside. And sat back down staring into blank space.

So bored.

He started biting his lips hard and clenching his fist tightly. And slowly, his lips and hand started bleeding.

"Lady! I'm injured." He yelled.

The policewoman came and shook her head.

"Why did you do that to yourself again?" She asked.

"Why not? It was fun."

He got up and waited for her to open his cell.

"You know the rules Brian. You can't leave the cell after 11.30. "

"Tch. I'm bored lady. Just let me go to the doctors or something."

"No can do. Back in there Garcia. "

He rolled his eyes and slouched back down.

Bored. Very, very bored.

"Be patient. You'll be out in a months time. " She groaned.

He smirked. "A month? I don't think I can wait that long."


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