ACT I: FEEDING THE FIRE

If a little violence is needed to accomplish my goal, who's to say that I'm wrong? This is the last thing I remember thinking before tapping the security guard on the back, and swinging my fist full force into this right side of his jaw as he turned around. I might be small and thin but I can pack a punch, literally. Even for a brute of a man, he staggers backwards. Then, the time around me seems to go from standing still to moving ten times the normal speed. I can only remember being turned around and put in handcuffs, but hey, at least my plan for getting arrested worked this time.

Last time, I tried to steal some food and just got off with a warning and a slap on the wrist, even though I live in the satellite. I thought Security would take any chance they could get to arrest people around here. Maybe it's the fact that I haven't been marked yet, that I needed to commit a larger crime. This time around, I was in handcuffs with slurs like Satellite scum being thrown at me by the security guard. He began pushing me along to what I could only guess was the direction to the ever famous Facility. I was honestly more interested in the throbbing pain coming from my hand. Man, did that guy have a strong jaw.

"Hey mister, are we on the way to my trial?" I ask half serious, but I knew that no one from the Satellite receives a proper trial for any of their crimes. He just gives me a annoyed grunt that just emphasized how crazy I was. "Do I at least get my one free phone call?" I turn my head and try to give him a smile with this comment. Another grunt that obviously means no. "Okay big guy, I'm running out of lifelines here. So, if you could just give me some help, I would really appreciate it."

"How about you shut up and be happy your crimes aren't worth the death sentence." He states rather grimly, but I finally did decide to shut up.

If only Security knew the crimes I had committed, I would have be getting the death sentence a hundred times over. I started to count my crimes in my head. Murder, Stealing, Assault, Destruction of Public Property, Arson. Does it really count as arson if you're a psychic with the ability to create and manipulate fire? Ah, who cares. I go back to counting crimes in my head until we arrive at, what I could only guess was, the Facility for criminals like yours truly.

The whole thing is a metal fortress, and the elevator ride is my favourite part of my walk through the building. It really makes the future seem calm when you have tunes like Mr. Brightside playing on your way to be convicted.

Sadly, the room I'm placed in doesn't have any nice music. Just a single chair, a large computer, machine hanging from the ceiling, and lots of white tiles. The brute of a security guard decides that it would be very gentlemen-like to throw all my stuff across the room, including my duel disk and cards. He then pushes me down into the chair and secures its leather straps around my wrist and ankles. Aren't electric chairs kind of old and, you know, illegal? Maybe they were just too lazy to buy a new chair with restrains, I mean I would be. I don't think the electric chair is my problem in this situation, as the Security officer lowers the giant metal machine from the ceiling down near my face, before walking over to the computer.

"Name?" He asks.

"Kyoko Mashimo," I respond diligently to his questions.

"Age?"

"18."

"Birthday?"

"June thirtieth."

"Why aren't you living with your parents in the city, Ms. Mashimo?"

"Because…" I pause, does Security really not know my parents are dead? One died during the Zero Reverse and the other was burned alive, but maybe this wasn't the best time to bring that up. Though if it's saying that my parents are still alive, then someone must be paying bills and taking care of their house. I would say our house. But I was only there till the age of one, maybe two at the most, before a psychic decided it would be better to track my mom down and burn her alive, so that I could get abandoned on the streets of the Satellite. Though, if I could find my family house when I get out of here, it would be the best place in the city to lie low and hide out. So in this moment, I decide it would be best to lie to security. "I ran away!" I blurt out a little louder than intended. Hopefully that would keep them off my case at least.

"Well, I'm sure that they'll be so happy to get a call telling them that their daughter is going to be keep in the Facility for awhile." He responds with very heavy sarcasm. It took a lot for me not to respond with the same sarcasm, telling him to try and call my dead parents. He lets out a small laugh before he finishes talking. "Since it was your decision to be part of the scum in the Satellite, I'm going to treat you like the rest of them." He says in a voice like I hadn't already been treated like that for the past 16 years of my life. But in this moment, I don't think I'm ready for what's about to come next. He finishes inputting my fresh, new criminal record into his database before approaching me, and using his dirty hand to grab my face. "Even though you are living among the scum of the earth, we don't want to hurt that pretty face now, do we? Your looks are probably the only thing that would make you any money in the Satellite. Isn't that right, you little slut?" With this comment, he tucks my hair behind my left ear and it looks like his hands want to touch a lot more than my face and hair.

"Don't fucking touch me, you pig!" I scream, spitting in his face. The next thing I know, his hand has been slapped across my face and pain seers up in my cheek. He wipes his face with his hand and rubs it on his uniform, making an irritated groan. Though I'm sure he's dealt with worse, just like I've had to deal with worse predators than him in my lifetime, and this, sadly, probably wouldn't be the last time.

He moves the tip of the machine and points it at my neck. "Back to business now. Also, this is going to hurt a lot worse than any slap, I can assure you" He talks as he fidgets with the device, getting it ready to mark me like the criminal that I am. Without any warning, the machine turns on and my neck is burning, hot and hotter. Black spots begin to creep on the edge of my vision. I am screaming and I don't even realize it, I scream until my voice wants to give out and my throat is dry. But still, it feels like the machine has barely moved at all. Time passes by slowly as my vision gets blurry and dark. The pain is too much, my body is giving out and the last thing I hear is the security guard speaks again.

"Happy 18th Birthday, Ms. Mashimo."

A/N: Thank you for reading the first chapter of my fanfiction. The second chapter will be posted tomorrow with the following chapters being posted every Friday, hopefully, unless I die, the fic ends, or I have depression (which I already do so oh boi here we fucking go). I also want to say Happy Birthday to my great friends, overthemoonday and EibonVirgo, as you two are part of the reason I was able to start and continue on with this fic and hope to keep going every day until I die. They also both have great fics, so if you ever want something to do when I'm not posting a chapter, go read theirs. Again, thank you, and good night folks.