I can't remember how long I've been here. I can only speculate, but I believe that it has been several years. He keeps injecting things into me. He says that it's for science, I just think he's crazy.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I questioned the madman who had me locked up. "Subject Sixteen..." I slammed against the wall. "My name is Jack." "After three years, I have finally found the final piece to the puzzle that can prove my theory. That we can evolve artificially. We just need the right genetics. I'll prove this with you." I could only stare at the bastard. He only saw me as means to an end. "I promise you this. When I escape from this prison, I will kill you." I glared at him as I spat out my threat. He only laughed. "I would be threatened, but that prison cancels all sorts of magic. You can't escape."

"Roland, update me on the status of the subject." "He can use several kinds of magic, each type with it's own varying attack. At his age, that much magic throughout his entire body would be harmful. I have altered his magic so that he can only use his left hand to use it, but as he grows, I should be able to gradually make him stronger, and he'll be able to use anything to use his magic. I can't overload him with magic, his body would be a ticking time bomb at that point. So, I gave him a limited range of attacks." The man examined the scientist, noting that he looked deprived of sleep. "Well, I believe that you have succeeded in doing your mission." Roland cheered, excited that his years of work have finally payed off. "However, the result is not good enough. I'm afraid I'll have to shut down your operation, so we don't waste any more resources." Roland looked heartbroken. "So my work was useless?" "Far from it. I believe he will be an excellent weapon, and even if he isn't, we can always just get rid of him." Roland, for the first time, felt disgusted. He wasn't sure if it was because his boss was willing to exploit the child, or the fact that his research was wasted. "I understand, sir."

Tonight's the night. The hour is late, and the scientists are all asleep. Slowly over the years, I have been attempting to build a resistance to the magic canceling effects of the prison. It isn't strong, but it should be enough to destroy the bars. I touched the ground, covering my fist in stone. I start punching at the bars. At first they showed no sign of breaking. I continued attacking until I heard a break. I smirked and continued punching. Eventually there was a hole small enough for me to crawl through. As I escaped the prison, I felt the magic return to me. It was finally time. I would escape.

Roland was sitting at his desk, contemplating his next move. He was actually beginning to regret what he had done, but why? Why didn't the others affect him like this? Roland was brought back to reality by a silent alarm, and the security camera showed Subject Sixteen escaping. Roland stood there for a second, and decided on his next move. After deciding, he went to where Subject Sixteen was.

Jack continued to run through the corridor, looking for an exit. He halted immediately when he spotted the madman. "You!" Jack prepared for a fight, when the madman spoke up. "I am sorry." This caught Jack off guard. "It took a lot to make me realize that what I was doing was wrong. So, here." The not-so-madman tossed a key to Jack. "Take that to the East exit, and run. You should find Magnolia soon if you continue in that direction. Oh, and one more thing." The not-so-madman handed Jack a sword, which he immediately recognized as his father's sword. "Now run, and get to Magnolia." Jack nodded and thanked him. "Jack..." Jack turned back. "I like that name. Much better than Subject Sixteen." Jack nodded, and continued to run.

Roland watched as Jack ran, finally feeling good about something. "Look at this." Roland turned around to find the man he used to respect. "I'm shocked to see you ask me to kill you in such an odd way, but okay." Roland finally spoke up at the threat. "I don't care what you do to me. You can hurt me, torture me, and even kill me. But I will not let you touch that child." The man just smiled. "If you insist." Faster than Roland could even see it, the man charged with his sword drawn, aimed at his heart.

Jack finally reached the exit. He made it out, and he nearly cried at what he found. He felt fresh air and he saw so many more colors than he could have ever dreamed about. After soaking in the nature, Jack remembered what Roland told him. "Magnolia, here I come."

Thanks for reading the first chapter of "The Man of Many Magics". You saw one of his magics in this chapter, covering his fist in stone. Next time, he arrives in Magnolia, and I bet you know what happens next. See you next time.