Prologue

ANATHERAPOI, such a... rich name," mumbled the guard before me, his matt hair falling in his face. He towered over me, with the most disappointing wanna be cruel look I've ever seen, he may have been huge, maybe even terrifying. Really, I just sat there bored. I did give it to him, he wasn’t too bad at his job.

I had my legs on the desk, laying back in the chair, could have sworn I heard the old wood creak beneath me. I saw the guard's brow crook downwards, his eyes tingled as I slowly saw his stiff arms creeping towards the desk. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" he hollowed as his fists finally connected to the flat surface. I suppose he was expecting me to flinch as he raised his eyebrow in a silent question.

I didn't even look at him as I rolled my head back, "Something about a rich name blah blah blah." I didn't even have to raise my head to feel the waves of anger radiating from his side of the room, I slowly smirked just before I looked back into his angry gaze, "You can toss me against the wall, I’d applause you even, just know that I wouldn't be giving you any information." At this point you’d believe that pure magma was colder than this room, with the heat of fumes deflating off this guard.

"Anatherapoi?" he repeated starting again. My name was actually just Ann... I wasn't going to tell him that, however. I went by Anatherapoi because Ann just didn’t hit the right cord, a little basic in my opinion and… also for when I get hooked up into situations like this.

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The guard huffed up a heavy breath, "You don't have to talk, we already have enough evidence on you, all we need you to tell us is, who else was involved, who planned this outrage. Maybe we could cut you a deal." My eyebrows raised in surprise, there was no one else involved, they would have known that if they really had evidence on me.

"You're bluffing," I replied, smirking. His nose twitched, "Ah so you were involved, weren't you?" he sizzled proudly. I huffed and clumsily got up, "Thank you for your time, I will be leaving now," the guard nodded, then slowly realising turned around.

"Wait! You can't just leave! You're the prisoner, I'm the integrator!" I grinned gripping on a bundle of paper in my pocket, "Actually, I can," I replied "I've been here since this morning, it's noon and you have absolutely no evidence on me."

Confusion flooded the guard's eyes, "It's not noon." I shifted my eyes towards the little window, "You remember the anonymous arrest last month? That was me. The sheriff decided to pay me in assets. Besides, you should trust your sheriff, he knows what he is doing."

The guard shook his head, "Weeding out competition I see? Even so, you committed a crime, you shouldn't be set free," I didn't reply. Before he could bury me in more questions I stormed out the door.

I may have committed a crime this very morning, I may not be a good guy. Far from it actually but I sure was better than the worst, well that's also debatably. Although I had a clear purpose, one the world would soon see, someday.