Alright, here's the second chapter! This story is going to be updated weekly to bi-weekly, depending on how busy I am and if I have writer's block, on Tuesdays (or Triti). I hope you all enjoy it! -Element
Blackness covers everything, this town, this world...It doesn't make sense to me. I'm supposed to be a white speck, a hero in a world of villians. So...why did they throw me in prison? What's their real reason?
The cell doors opened, and Apollo got out of his cell as quickly as he could. His boots slammed against concrete and followed the path to what Apollo hoped to be the exit. The hero was turned around, hitting several dead ends, and finally found a slightly rusted metal map.
Naturally, of course, the exit was through the fire, and not anywhere near Apollo's cell.
Running towards the fire, Apollo threw his arm up in front of his face, praying that he would be able to survive the severe burns he was about to get in a couple of seconds.
He could barely hear anything but the loud crackling of the fire, and could barely breathe without coughing. His eyes were closed, and his nose was plugged up from the smoke that the fire had created.
He couldn't feel anything but numbness and pain.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Apollo opened his eyes to the town, the world outside the prison. He kept running, moving his arm away from his face. Eventually, he reached the first open building he could find, an elementary school. By then, his shirt was in tatters, while his pants and boots, which were fireproofed by Trucy, somehow, were intact. He tore off his shirt outside the building, pain shooting through his arm. He looked at it, an arm with harsh burns on it and some places where it was nearly charred. Then, he walked in. It was five thirty in the morning by then, according to the clock above the office door. How long did getting out of the prison take?! Apollo thought. He quietly went into the first classroom he could find.
When he went in, the light turned on, and there, working on a computer, was a very familiar face.
"Apollo?!"
"Sora?!"
The world is covered in white...It doesn't make sense to me. Why should I have to be the blackness, the bad guy who takes the light away? So...what is the reason for throwing away people who protect this world? I don't think that's the right way to do things.
"You're joking, right, Phoenix?" Mia asked.
"No...Go look if you don't believe me, Miss Fey!"
Mia ran out of her office and then out of her building, since she was on the first floor, and then she saw it.
The brightest bonfire that she had ever seen.
Her eyes widened as she stood, frozen outside of her building. Who would do such a thing?! All the citizens know that we'll make sure that the superheroes are not ever able to leave the prison, so it doesn't make sense that a citizen would be the arsonist...
Mia started running towards the fire. She needed to know what was going on.
"Mia, stop running," a voice said. She turned around.
"D-D-Diego?!"
It's all grey here in town...It doesn't make sense to me. Everybody should be equal, whether white heroes, grey citizens, or black villains. So...why is it that the heroes get thrown in prison? Isn't that discrimination, something we're protected from?
Sora realized fairly quickly that the fire was from the prison. There were no other buildings that could hold a fire that big. Immediately, Sora's heart dropped.
Oh no...what if everyone in there dies?! My friends...my family, practically. Everyone...
Sora looked at his watch, trying not to think about the fire, and his friends in prison. The watch read 4:00. Looks like it's time to go to work, anyway. Maybe that'll help...
Sora got ready for his work, and finally, at around 4:30, headed off for work. He walked down the street, looking up at the sky, and around at the houses on the street. Some people were awake, whether it was because of the fire, or they were getting up for work. The sky was a dark blue.
"Good morning, Sora!" Maya and Tidus, the newsgirl and boy Sora passed every day, said.
"Good morning!" Sora replied with a smile, waving at the pair. He walked into the park, just like every morning, but instead of his smile staying on his face, it faded quickly.
As he had done every morning, he got to the school at 5:00, unlocked the back door so he could get in, and headed to his kindergarten classroom. The prison fire had still not faded from his mind yet, so he tried to push it aside with coming up with plans for the kids that day. He turned on his computer and started typing away.
About twenty minutes later, he was finished coming up with the lesson plan. Just as Sora clicked to print it out, the light turned on, and in the doorway, with arms badly burned, and lacking a shirt, was a good acquaintance of Sora's: Apollo Justice, or "Strawberry Justice" as most citizens called him.
The problem was that Apollo was supposed to be in jail.
"Apollo?!"
"Sora?!"
Okay, this is the first time I've really plotted a story of mine, so this should get interesting...Oh, and you may have noticed the rating change to M. Trust me, that is going to be pretty warranted in the later chapters. Anyway, it took me a while to come up with this chapter, because I really had no idea where this story was going. But I do now, so...See you next time! - Element