My body quivers in fear, my eyes sting with sadness. I killed my mother in that blast? I couldn't have, she was in Koma's basement, I know it! They were all fighting me though.. it must have been Koma's dad, he is in that covenant after all.

My anger flares up as I stand, slamming my hands on the mans desk, making a few knick knacks fall off as I stare him down.

"You can say anything you want, punish me with anything, but you will not utter a word about my mother! She is the last thing I have, and whatever happened to her I did not do it!"

"Security!" the man screams.

A few moments later two muscular men grab me, and attempt to restrain me. I struggle as they force me down another twist of hallways. Finally we reach someplace with clean, spotless jail cells. They throw me in as the door locks itself. I go almost immediately and sit on the bed that lies in the cell, burying my face in my hands. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks with the sadness of my mother's death.

Was she actually dead? Was it painful? Was it fast? So many questions surge through my mind as my head begins to throb.

Everything was going so fast. I was locked in a cell after that man told me that my mother was... dead.

Dead? It can't be. How? I'm not even sad, I know it isn't true...

Slowly, it begins to hit me... my mother was in that basement. Someone killed her.

I must have stared straight ahead for an hour. I did not move, all I did was think. I was beginning to feel sad, but I was confused. Why wasn't I even sad?

A tear swelled in my eye, but I wiped it away. I would not cry. I would not show weakness. I would however, have revenge.

All three of them. All three of them will pay with blood and death. I am not even going to think. I am going to act.

Breaking out of this cell would be suicide, I must find another way out.

I lie on the bed with my mind racing. Eventually I feel tired enough to fall asleep, and I do.

I spent four days in that cell. They fed me well, kept me hydrated... but all the time I hated it. I tried to make a plan, but I quickly realised there was no planning. I was going to die. Either way, I would have no revenge. One way this could end is if I am not executed and forced to stay here for the rest of my being. The second way is that I am executed. That's it.

Sometime late on the fourth day, two men in soldier suits come to my cell. My heart races as they force the door open.

"Out." one of them says.

We walk through the twisting underground hallways, until we reach the stairs leading to the surface. As we walk up, they set me in some kind of handcuffs. What kind of material is this? It makes my hands and my arms feel numb and limp. They must want to make sure I don't escape them. A new man in a suit stands at the top of the stairs.

"Lets go through this one more time," the man begins. "You started making fun of Koma and his friends in class, and when Koma was walking home, you attacked him. You lost, and in your rage you got in an argument with your mother. In a extreme rage, you hit her and accidentally killed her. She was found dead inside of your home. You then went after Koma and his friends with your friends. In the fight, you killed ten people with a blast. Your friends died in the fight. You were brought here. Sound correct?"

"Wait one minute, my mother was found in my house? And my friends are dead?" I ask.

"Yes and yes."

So Haku and Horen died in the fight. Koma set my mother's body inside of my house.

What is this anger I feel? Every fiber of my being wants to break away into something... awful.

The men push me through the door and out into the light of the sunset. We begin to walk along a path carved from the sand.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, I utter a question.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Your execution. Where else?"

I knew it. I was going to die.

We walk for a little while longer, my arms still limp. We are deep in the middle of nowhere.

My friends are dead. My mother is dead. Ten unknown people are dead.

My arms feel tense as I spread them out and the restraining handcuffs break.

My hands hit the soldiers right in the face. I was going to fight here.

I would win. This is for my mother, my friends, and those innocents. I will either get revenge or die trying.