Chapter 2: Escape
This mark... he had seen it twice before. The first time, he had seen it drawn on the wall as they dragged him into his cell. The second time, he had created a philosopher stone with it. It had two forms: the hexagon circumscribed and the heptagon circumscribed. The latter was burned into his right arm, the hexagon burned into his left. The tatoos burned with crimson light whenever he thought of the stone, whenever it started to become active.
He could barely remember what happened when they seared his flesh with those transmutation circles. He really didn't care aboutwhat had happened now, he just needed to escape this hell hole, and find a way to get back at them for their evil. He kept on thinking, no longer heading the seemingly unbearable pain erupting from his arms. He would find a weakspot, something they kept unprotected, and would use that to sneak past them and plot his revenge elsewhere.
Everything was set. They would open the small lock on his door to move in his daily meal, and as soon as they would, he would blast the door open. Just as he was about to send the door flying off its hinges, he heard a smug voice that seemed slightly familiar:
"I think I have a good idea of what is behind this door...SNAP...BANG."
Fire poured in through the cracks in the door, and before you knew it, the door was a hot, smoldering metal puddle on the ground. Where the door once stood, their was now a dark haired, smirking man in a blue uniform standing there. The soldier moved in before HE could react, hitting him in the stomach, and covering his mouth with a cloth drenched with chloroform, HE passedout in a matter of seconds. The last thing HE remebered was seeing a beautiful woman enter the room and look him in the face... two actually. One had blonde hair and brown-colored eyes and the other had short dark hair, dark eyes, and a mole underneath her left eye.