[ WP ] Magic is viewed as a curse . It 's unpredictable , hard to control , and dangerous . Those few who find a way to wield it risk losing themselves in the process .

*Just like everyone else, they fear me. * 
 
 Christina stared at the other prisoners. Their prison, if that is what you could call it, was effectively a gaping hole in the ground. It's quite aptly named'The Hole' for obvious reasons. Residents of'The Hole' are put to work crushing rocks, for no other reason than the Warden needed something for them to do. To become a resident of'the Hole' you need to effectively be so dangerous that they do n't trust you to be confined to a cage, they'd rather have a minimum of 15 anti-personnel rifles pointed at you at all times. 
 
 As Christina stepped into the yard all 15 guards holding aforementioned anti-personnel rifles, swivelled and aimed directly at her. The prisoners already residing within the yard, all 7 of them, turned and looked directly at her. Upon seeing the markings covering her arms they each took an involuntary step backwards. She smiled a cruel smile and flexed her arms, her left arm emitting a slight whir. The already jumpy prisoners took another step back. The guards turned on their laser sights, all 15 lasers danced across her chest and head indiscriminately. She laughed and raised her arms, palms open to the sky. The 4 guards who had just escorted her into the yard, kicked her in the back of the knees and slapped handcuffs on her all in one smooth motion. The cuffs they used were n't standard issue, they were made of solid iron. Standing her up they placed another set of iron cuffs around her biceps. Instead of taking her back inside to a nice cushy cage, they marched her to the middle of'the Hole' and placed her within the cage that resided there. The cage was then suspended 15 metres above the ground and moved over a pit that went down another 40m. As the crane stopped moving and the cage began to sway with inertia over the pit, the lasers turned off and the guards relaxed, even the prisoners visibly relaxed, some of the braver ones even found the courage to taunt Christina. She simply smiled sweetly ( if a wolf's smile could be called sweet ) at them. 
 
 *They feel safe with me in this cage. What they do n't realise is by daybreak tomorrow I sha n't be inside this cage anymore. How many dead bodies I leave behind me when I leave depends purely on how many people antagonise me while I'm in here. Tonight is going to be quite fun. * 
 
 Over the course of the next 5 hours the same 3 prisoners came and taunted her regularly, she noted down the names scribbled onto their chests and when they were escorted back to their cages she watched which ones they were taken to. Not a single guard taunted her while she resided within the cage, they barely even looked at her. 
 
 *Pity I have to kill them. * She thought to herself as the guards in the towers changed shifts. *It's bad luck they got the night shift. * 
 
 As the moon stared down at her, practically mocking her with its freedom, she stretched her arms to test the iron bands holding them firmly in place. The bands did n't budge even a mm. She smiled, she'd be disappointed if the bands broke apart easily. Flexing the muscles in her forearms, the magic began to arc between her fingers and the air around her grew cold. The bars of her cage formed icicles, the markings covering her arms began to glow a pale blue light as if lit from within. With a flex of her fingers, the magic burst outwards, the metal of her bonds and the cage froze over in an instant. She flexed her arms again and broke the bonds, standing she ripped the top of the cage off and leapt out landing just beside the pit. Before the guards had any time to react she rocketed off towards the first tower. Magic arcing between her fingers she formed a dagger out of pure ice as she scaled the side of the tower. 
 
 *It just is n't your night friend. * She thought as she slid the ice dagger between the guards fourth and fifth ribs, twisting the dagger before pulling it out. 
 
 She bent down and picked up his anti-personnel rifle, checking the magazine for rounds before she pulled back the bolt. Butting the stock up to her shoulder she took aim at the first of the 14 remaining guards and fired. In quick succession she fired upon the guards, shooting each of them in the chest. With all the gunfire she had 5 minutes tops before the alarms went off. She had to leave, now. Scrambling down the tower her feet hit the ground before she remembered, those 3 prisoners. They had n't died yet. She turned to the cellblock and quickly made her way inside. The only sound was her footsteps against the concrete floor as she stalked through the halls. As she came upon the cells containing her targets she formed another dagger of ice. Touching her hand to the lock of the first cell she froze it and kicked the door open, not caring about the noise. Quickly she was inside and her dagger was in the convicts' larynx. She repeated the process with the other two convicts and exited the cellblock just as the alarms went off. 
 
 *I wasted too much time on a petty vendetta. * 
 
 She broke into a dead sprint across the yard. Running for the north wall. As the guards burst into the yard, guns raised Christina leapt at the wall. Digging her left hand into the solid concrete as if it was putty. Using her magic she coated her right hand in a layer of ice an inch thick, sharpened the ice covering the tips of her fingers and began to scale the wall. As she reached the top of the wall she sat there a moment and looked down at the prison that was her home for a simple night. 
 
 *In the span of a night, I murdered 17 people just to kill my target. Not bad for a days' work. * She smiled to herself and stood up. She looked down at the guards scanning the yard for her, raised her hand in a two-fingered salute and leapt backwards off the wall. 
 
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