"Move it," a guard growls in my ear. I wince. I don't belong in jail, I didn't ask for this. Not like anyone here cares. The guard shoves me into my cell and slams the door.
The bang of the cell bar has a finality that leaves a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'm a prisoner. Not like I was ever free before, I was always a slave to the streets, to the horrible people I had to work for. And now to everyone. Stuck in a cell, no way out.
I look down at my hands. Before, I had always been able to 'push' my way out of things. Using my powers to get people out of my way. But that wasn't an option anymore.
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