It has been six months since they locked me in here.
The walls around me are thick and white, the concrete floor cold beneath my feet. I press my hands against the forbidding material, my bloody knuckles rupturing the smooth grey of it all. At first, I hated it, but now it is the only thing that keeps me sane; the only bit that tethers me to the real world.
I look over to the one-sided window that hangs on the walls, and I imagine it turning transparent to reveal who waits behind it. I raise my hand, and the scene plays out exactly as I visualized just moments ago.
I smile. Despite their desperate efforts, there's no way to make a room completely magic-proof. Sure, I'm not as strong as I used to be, but they can't flick out the light forever.
My smile increases as I survey my work and see that no one lurks behind the glass with a clipboard and a lab coat, inspecting me like I'm an animal. As I expected, they are beginning to forget about me; to declare me powerless, and therefore, normal.
It sends memories of when I first found my powers rushing back into my brain, flooding it entirely with reminders of when I wasn't trapped in here; of when I decided to use my powers for the good of people. And, of course, when the way I used my powers was misunderstood understood; taken to be a danger. After all, not everyone likes a person who is uncontrollable.
~+ Uncontrollable +~
So this is a prologue/extended description. Our story starts in the next chapter! It will start from when he was 15, and tell how he got to this place.
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Uncontrollable
FantasyRyder found about his ability when he was eight. Now, at fifteen years old, he's put them to good use-or so he thinks. But when more important, more powerful people start to go after him, will he be able to survive? Follow Ryder on his journey as he...
