Author Note

Neko-Chan: Well I have discovered that I am terrible at writing one shots and that I lose inspiration for them quickly and I hate writing them...but as this story has no relation to my past failures whatsoever let's get on with it, hope you enjoy! :3

Chapter 1: The Girls In Cell Number 9

Lucy P.O.V

I was lying on my bunk (the top one of course) reading a travel magazine as it was the only thing to read and conversations with Marta and Juvia were incredibly boring. All Marta would do was talk about her past and how horrible it had been for her, however the topic of how she had come to be locked in a cell in a supposed juvenile detention facility never came up. Where to begin with Juvia, well she never spoke about her past, she did speak in the first person though which I found just a bit scary. I poked my head off of the edge of the bunk to see my cellmates sat on the floor playing go fish. Chucking my magazine aside, I hopped off of the beds' edge and onto the hard stone floor. They didn't even look up.

"Can I join?" I asked plopping myself down next to Marta.

"Sure,"

"Juvia thinks Lucy can join," I had to try so hard not to shiver, you would have thought that after being stuck in a confined space with her for what I was pretty sure was over ten years you would thought I would have gotten used to her strange way of speaking, you would be wrong. Despite this I took some cards and began to play.

"Any eights?" Marta asked.

"Go fish," I replied, Juvia had gone to bed a while ago, so it was only me and Marta playing. It wasn't something I minded really, apart from her oversized ego Marta wasn't a bad person. In fact she seemed rather somber for a change. I stared at her, her black hair was well brushed as always, although it seemed greasier than usual, probably because we hadn't been allowed showers for some reason or another for a few days. Her eyes were brown as ever and still framed by long eyelashes, everything seemed normal, except it didn't... I was so confused, asking her if something was the matter seemed to be the only option left, feelings and stuff weren't really my strong suit, not after what had happened. I was about to speak when.

"Got any sixes?" Marta asked, I had two cards both of which were sixes. I handed them over. "I win!" Marta shouted, "The great, the beautiful, the intelligent, the fabulous Marta wins again, well why wouldn't I win, I'm the best after all!" Marta shouted.

"And the ego has returned," I muttered realising that nothing was wrong with Marta in the first place, I was just as being paranoid as ever. Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Marta we need to get into bed, the warden's coming," I whispered panicked to her.

"It's my turn to sleep in a bed," she whispered clambering up to the top bunk. I then proceeded to wrap myself in a thin blanket and curl up on the floor. I screwed my eyes tightly shut, before the warden came in Juvia woke up. I heard her mutter something.

"Juvia the warden"s coming, go back to sleep," I whispered, voice hoarse with fear. After that I didn't hear a peep from her, the warden was not someone you wanted to ever get on the wrong side of. I heard him open the door and survey every cell, including ours, he never stayed for long but if you moved a muscle while he was there you would be beaten to set an example to the rest of the people there.

I suppose since I'm the one telling this story (Yes I am aware that this is a story, it doesn't make me any less real than you though) I should be the one to explain everything about the situation of all the other kids here, including myself. We are all young offenders, most kids are sent to a facility above ground for a year or two even however we were all exceptional cases, you had to have either murdered a lot of people or have been part of a Black Mages guild to get sent here, in both cases you also had to be an extremely strong mage to qualify. Kids who fit into both of those categories would be taken away, without anyone's knowledge, usually their death's would be faked, if there was actually anyone who would miss them. Magic restraining cuffs would be kept on us at all times unless we were training or being modified. You see there is a reason why you must be a powerful mage to come here and a reason why you are taken away surupritiously, that reason is this place isn't a 'juvenile detention facility', despite whatwe are told. It is a place where the magic council can build an army so if crisis strikes they have a backup plan. Not only do they make us train every day they also add modifications to us. They give us the abilities or features of certain creatures through methods that most people would classify as torture, however most people here find it fun. None of us particularly like it here but with restraints on our magic there is nothing we can do about it, there is also the added bonus that when chaos arises they will let us kill and when that time comes none of us will let them take us back to the cesspool we call home, we will be free, free to do whatever our twisted minds desire. At least that's the plan that we have all decided on, after all there is no other way out, we are incredibly well hidden, we're underground and it is impossible to see the entrance to the facility unless you have the branding mark on you. They even put us under a wizards guild so it would be near to impossible to trace our magic signals.

After a while I drifted off to sleep hoping I wouldn't be too tired for training in the morning, especially as cells nine to eighteen were having more modifications put in. Not that any of us minded after all we find it fun, probably because none of us have any sanity left. Some, like me, may seem calm and collected but when we let go of our facade it is just as beautifully insane as when the people who allow themselves to show there true selves stop restraining themselves and finally have some fun. None of us can wait until a war starts, we'll finally see some action and have some fun but until then we can manage being locked in a hole under a wizards guild. Sometimes we could here the wizards laughing and fighting up there. Marta said that their behaviour was appalling but we all know that she is no where near as disgusting as the rest of us. While she tries to look down us the only people who can look down on us are the people above ground after all, by their standards we are all monsters, even Lady Marta herself will be stuck on the same level as the rest of us. When she finally realises that I think that she'll be a lot more fun to be around.

But until our dreams come true we will remain caged, however when we escape... revenge on my captors, and anyone who has wronged me, will be at the top of my agenda.