UnOrdinary: Avarice

Chapter Two: Facade

Two Years Ago at a readjustment facility:

You know, everything was strangely grey that day. The walls were grey, and the floor was a dirty concrete grey, even the shiny metal table I was handcuffed too.

I was just escorted into a three by three-meter room by two security guards. I was in a solitary confinement-like cell previously. Man, it was boring in there. There was literally nothing to do in there. Due to that, I decided to play with my second ability while in my cell. It was at least something I could do to try to keep myself sane. Who knows? Maybe I could even learn something more about it.

It's a hobby of mine to learn. I just love absorbing information. I still hate school though, most of the things we learn are crude and useless. Learning by myself isn't fun, but it's fulfilling.

It was rather quiet here in this room.

Finally, however, some man who looked to be in his late thirties to forties appeared.

He just stared at me, so I turned around to check to see what he was looking at.

Elian: "You must really like that wall, don't you?"

Keon: "Good morning Elian, I will be your supervisor for the next twelve months. My name is Keon."

The man was wearing a brown, rugged coat, with a white dress shirt with a tie. He was holding a folder with a group of papers in them.

He started looking through them, glancing up at me occasionally.

Meanwhile, I was just gleefully looking around the room, looking at every single detail possible. Analyzing everything. Even Keon here, I was looking to see if there was anything I could pickpocket away from him as long as he was distracted. Sadly there was not. There wasn't even anything inside the many pockets on his coat. They were all neatly flat, therefore lacking anything in them.

I also noted that the room was empty aside from the table. There wasn't even a camera here. Strange, usually people want to record things like these in case something happens, like someone breaking these cuffs off and attacking someone.

After a solid two minutes of reading, he took out a group of pictures from the brown folder and spread them out on top the shiny table.

Elian: "........"

Keon: "You clearly did a lot of hurting here didn't you? Twenty-four of your fellow civilians, and six authority figures who attempted to stop your rampage. The group consisted of mid tiers, elites tiers, and two high tiers. Most of your first victims were critically injured, and your last victim is still in the hospital, in a coma, and will stay there for a few months. It's a good thing you were near a hospital, or more would have died."

He had this disdained look in his pale blue eyes, as if he was looking at trash. How rude. If anything, YOU are the trash out of the two of us. I'm infinitely superior to you.

Keon slightly loosened his tie at this moment.

I decided to look at the photos, looked at the bloodied corpses of those who may or may not possess abilities anymore. There was one who landed in a funny position with their femur sticking out, I chuckled a little looking at Marcellus's body. He deserved what he got.

Keon was enraged.

SLAM!

Ah, so that's why there isn't a camera here.

He slammed my head against my thick metal boxed handcuff. My head started bleed slightly. Of course, I didn't hesitate to heal my injury.

Elian: "Wow, if that hurt, I would've been impressed. Here's a little tip boy, try slamming my head against the corner of th-"