"Let me out!" I screamed, smashing my hand into the wall again. Forty eight. Thhrey were already bleeding.
"I said let me out!" My voice was coarse from bleeding. My fist smacked the steel. Forty nine.

I screamed in frustration, sinking down into the cell as much as I could. Purple light was all I could see.

I shouldn't have survived. I should be dead. My stupid Burst, I had a stupid Burst. And I survived it. I wished I was dead.

My knuckles tried crushing the wall again, half heartedly. They were already split and bloodied. I could feel the Violence course through my body, everywhere. I had never hurt anyone as far as I could remember. It felt good, it felt like I had accomplished my goal, what I was made for.

I tilted my head back, seeing the vent. I stood, ramming my fist into it. A small dent. I kept hitting it with all the force I could muster.

I was close to tearing it from the wall completely when the door slid open. I stumbled out, furious. Insanely furious. No, insanely Violent.

Guards came at me and I let them, despite my hatred and despite my purple sparks. They couldn't even see how much I was holding back.

What felt like a million provoking hands grabbed me, shoving me down the hall, away from the cafeteria. I didn't pay attention to how far we walked.

They took me inside the infirmary, whatever that was. The new girl, Kalesea, was waiting inside, unaccompanied by guards. She stood when she saw me. I looked at her; she had been crying. Why? She didn't know Owen the way I did, she didn't care about him like me. She had no right to be here.

They took me through medical doors and I was seated at an interigation table. Heavy handcuffs locked me to the table. I felt calmer, ring restrained helped me calm down. They brought in Kale and she sat next to me, free of any cuffs.

A man sat down across from us. He was burly and had a thick neck. Beady brown eyes stayed glued to me, almost unaware of Kale. I wonder why.

He leaned his elbows on the table, making it creak. Sweat kept his matter hair pressed to his forehead.

"Would you like to tell me what happened?" He asked.

I watched him, trying to figure out how I could upset him the most.

"Nah," I said, looking away, yawning, and leaning back in my chair. As much as the handcuffs would allow at least. I felt my violence level drop slightly. "Not really."

"What do you mean, no?" He snorted. Arrogent.

"I mean no, as in I don't want to talk to you about anything." I rolled my eyes, watching to see if he was getting angry yet. Angry is good.

"There are easier ways for me to get this out of you boy," He snarled, standing and slamming his hands on the table. Kalesea flinched. "I am being exceptionally kind to you and your little friend," He waved towards Kalesea. "So I suggest you cooperate." He finished, sitting back down.

I didn't speak.

"So?" He demanded.

I shrugged, looking down at the floor. I tapped my foot gently against the tiles, avoiding the cracks. Carefully hiding a smile, I looked back up at him. Time to get to work.

I kept a straight face as my eyes bore into his. I let go of everything, but let everything occupy my head at once. Easy to do when you waste energy all day trying to hold back. I let every nagging thing get to me, bug me. The purple sparks around me grew. I heard a crack and ligh started bouncing from the walls.

I concentrated. Most of my thoughts come quickly anyways. It's hard to think completely without letting emotion overtake me. I let it engulf me. There were suttle differences from when I had a Burst. That was uncontrolled, what I did in the interrogation room - that was organized. Purposeful.

My face slide into a smile as the purple grew darker. At some point Kale had stepped back, but I didn't know when. She was scared.

The man across from me was obviously trying to remain calm. His wife eyes told me all I needed to know.

"Like I said, no. I won't lie, sir, you're an idiot." I sneered. "But you got one thing right - this could be a lot easier for one of us. It's not you. Take me to Owen. You and your men will do everything in your power to keep him alive or I swear, you will die in the most painful way you can imagine. When Owen is fully recovered, I'll talk to you about what happened." I crossed my arms, watching his jaw hang.

The man continued to gape at me. He finally stood and silently left the room. The door closed with a satisfying click.

"Mike, that was really brave." Kale said next to me. I glanced at her.

"Don't talk to me." I hissed, glaring.

"What did I even do? You have no reason to hate me. I get that you're a Violent, but it isn't like you have a reason to want me dead. Why can't we be friends?" Her arms were crossed, but not in an agressive way. In a shy way. Could she be a Sorrow? She smiled to much for that.

I looked at her with an expression that said, "How stupid are you?". I felt Violence spark. I couldn't stand people being illogical. Stupid, I couldn't stand people being pure stupid.

After a while of staring at her I spoke.
"Don't get me wrong Kale. I'm not your friend. You don't know will, you aren't his friend. All you did was sit with us. You can take your "specialness" and sho-" The door swung back open, cutting me off as I tensed.

The same man came back in, putting his hands on the table, feebly trying to establish dominance. Moron.

The anger in his eyes was apparent. Only then did I notice that his emotergy wasn't completely green like it should be. It flickered weakly, as if he struggled to stay a Happy. That's why he had this job. He wasn't stable enough to leave in society, not unstable enough to stick him with a therapist, let alone here.

I wasn't sorry for him. For all I know, he could have ordered Owen's attack. The though cut loose more energy within me. I coughed, trying to cover a wince of pain. I was already sore from my stupid Burst.

The man sighed, looking down. There was a long silence. I made eye contact with Kale. For a second it seemed like we were friends, exchanging a look, secretly communicating about the idiot standing before us. Another wave of violet made me turn away from her, laughing in my head.

"We'll let you see your friend." His tone indicated that it wasn't his decision. "But if you mess up, or kill anymore guards, we will let him die. The last thing we need is another Rage."

Rages were the most common sent here. They didn't need a lot of them to take data or run or anything anymore. They just made them because it was 'fair' for the others.

"Fine. Let's go." I looked at him blankly, but inside I was overjoyed that I got to see Owen again. Relief almost killed the desire to strangle someone. Almost.

I laughed audibly at he though - There would never be a day I would leave the Violence behind.

I am sick. Very, very sick. I'm gonna throw up sick. Fear not, as I spent the day going to best buy. Trust me, having to constantly beat your little brother at Fifa and listen to him whine for half an hour in a practically empty store is much fun. So much fun.

In other news I almost burnt down my kitchen and can't close my eyes without seeing the flames on my stove. I hate weekends.