The Wolf of Ravenguard

Get in, get out, six minutes. We've done this a thousand times before gents. Let's get this done.

The comm in Luther's ear crackled, letting him know that his pal Joker was finished giving orders. Below them was the bank in the city of Drakenguard and it was currently being robbed by a group that called themselves the Drakenwolves. He gave a small chuckle and shook his head. Clever names.....not. In his hand he held a standard issue pulse rifle, one that would enhance magical abilities to allow not only precise shooting, but elemental shots as well. Next to him was his best friend Fury, a fire psionic that was able to not only contain flames magical or otherwise, but turn them into weapons for his own use. In his hands were not weapons, but modified gloves that would allow him to stick to walls, use his psionics and be as mobile as he possibly could in a firefight. He grinned at Luther.

"Ready to get this done Wolf? Or're you gonna bail like last time?"

He asked him, Luther rolling his eyes at him. Wolf. That was his nickname in the Ravenguard. He always had to do his own thing, never wanting to work with others very well. Fury was the one and only exception to that rule, the two having been best friends for years. The Ravenguard had always tried their best to pair the two together but last mission had to be an exception. Luther abandoned his partner last mission to chase after the convicts that were getting away, leaving him to deal with what was left over. Long story short, they caught them but his partner suffered some damage in the process.

Now he was being given a last chance to redeem himself....again. But this time he was being given his best friend for a partner. Something that he wasn't usually given for his second chances. Down below, there was some gunfire and Luther gave a sigh as Fury put on his Psionics mask. He gave a muffled chuckle.

"Sounds like the fun's started. Ready to go?"

He asked Luther, Luther holstering his weapon before crouching down onto all fours. His eyes changed to a moon-like white and he gave a growl as he responded.

"Let's go partner!"

He growled, transforming into a large smoking wolf with his transformation magic before bounding down off of the building that the two of them were on and bursting through the front doors of the bank. Immediately there was a flurry of magical projectiles being shot at him, making him take evasive maneuvers around the inside of the building. The booths that had papers and such soon were being moved over and tilted as he bounded about the room, Fury running in after a few moments and starting to block the projectiles. Soon enough he had absorbed enough magic to start firing back, Fury flinging fireballs and disabling the convicts that he could while Luther ran around and pounced on them. As the firefight got down to the last two men still fighting to get away, Luther turned into his human form and started to chase them down. It was then that the unthinkable happened.

One of the convicts fired a normal bullet at Fury from an elemental gun. It didn't make sense and naturally Fury tried to absorb the shot. It pierced straight through his gear and into his armor, downing him in a single shot to his chest. Luther saw this and growled in rage as he saw his friend get shot down, the convicts having vanished from view with some kind of illusory magic and leaving Luther angry and defeated. He ran to his pals side and threw his gun to the side, going to hold his friend in his arms. Fury gave him a weak laugh.

"Hehe....that wasn't what I thought it was now was it? .....Ow...."

He rasped, the color draining from his face quickly. Luther shed a few tears as he put pressure down onto his best friend's injury, smiling at him weakly.

"It's going to be okay Jake. Just....just stay with me."

He told him, Fury only chuckling as the wound finally got to his heart and started killing him.

"I'm already gone man. Sorry...."

He choked, starting to close his eyes as more authorities from the Ravenguard began to arrive on scene, Luther crying out for his friend and for a medic. He knew that it was pointless, that his friend was already lost to him. But somehow, deep in his mind, he knew that even the thought of his friend somehow making it through all of this and being alive would give him what little hope he would need to carry on through this. And as he called his higher ups to let them know what had happened, he never expected what would happen next.

"Luther Cain, you are under arrest for the murder of Jake Galien."

His boss told him over the phone a week later, some guards coming into his home and arresting him. It wasn't possible. He knew who had fired that shot that had killed his friend. But he was still being arrested for it. A few more days passed as he lost his chance to see Jake's funeral, a red bus with a single black stripe on it taking him prisoner to the most despised incarceration facility known to mankind:

Starizaki Prison.

Starizaki Prison. One of the most feared and despicable incarceration facilities on the planet and the target of much ridicule from the media and social outlets. Luther gave a sigh as he listened to the psionic chains that he was bound with, the red bus with the single black stripe taking him towards the prison. This was also the place that some of his least favorite criminals that he'd dealt with in the past had been put away. Word was that a lot of them were still alive and waiting for their second chance to kill him.

Fantastic....

He thought to himself as he gazed out of the window of the bus, the heavy rain of a large thunderstorm battering them and making a lot of noise as he was taken to the worst place he could've wound up. And to think he was being sent here for the murder of his one and probably only best friend in the world. He clenched his fists as he remembered that phone call that had gotten him sent here. He wasn't the one who had killed his partner and best friend. He saw the man who had shot him and knew for a fact that he was still out there, having walked because of some kind of mix-up. He tried his best to tell his superior Joker what had really happened but then he was presented with the evidence that they'd found at the scene. A single bullet fired from an elemental amping Pulse Rifle that had had no trace of any kind of elemental magic infused into it. A feat that was only most likely to have been done by Luther because of his inability to use such magicks with his own Pulse Rifle.

As the bus pulled into the reception area of the prison, he gave another sigh and scratched the back of his head before getting into a single file line to enter the prison. While he could understand why the Ravenguard would jump to the conclusion that he was the one who'd fired that shot that'd killed his friend, Joker of all people should've known that he wouldn't have been able to pull that trigger with his gun pointed at Jake like that. It wasn't too much longer that his thinking had overridden his awareness of where he was and soon he was having orders to turn around and have his tracking chip implanted into the back of his neck. Giving a frown at the prison guard, he turned around and moved his somewhat longer darker colored hair out of the way so that he could get at the back of his neck. Not long after that he had to give a grunt of pain and wince as the tracking chip was put just underneath his skin in the back of his neck. There, now he was permanently stuck here until either someone bailed him out or his sentence was up.

He was soon led to his prison cell where the guard took his psionic handcuffs off and let inside of his new home. He immediately threw his things into a pile in the corner and flopped down onto the hard bed upon getting inside of his cell, his headache from the loud noises in the prison having gotten to him plenty by now. His dark colored blanket was a fleece one that stunk of sweat, making his nose curl and his body itch somewhat. He took a deep breath and let himself flay out as the other prisoners banged on their cell doors and some screeched at some of the guards that were patrolling around to let them out or something ridiculous like that.

Get comfortable Luther....it doesn't sound like I'm going to be getting anywhere for a long time....

He thought to himself, closing his eyes and finally letting his body give him what little sleep it needed to function while inside of the prison.

A couple of months later....

Luther cracked his neck as he laid back down inside of the prison yard, his amber eyes glinting mischievously and his black pupils turning to slits with his magic. Seeing this, his new friend, a large and strong man by the name of Bearclaw gave a chuckle, his deep voice and russian accent making him sound very friendly indeed as he prepared to spot Luther on the Benchpressing machine in the prison's outdoor yard.

"You are funny man Pup. Why do you always change your eyes when you are working out?"

He asked him in his unusual but oddly charming russian accent. Luther gave a chuckle as he was called by his new nickname. Pup. A bit of downgrade from his old nickname in the Ravenguard but it was one that didn't attract too much attention so he was always pretty happy with it if he had to be completely honest.

"Why not? It's just minor magic and this place is one of the only places in this hellhole that isn't completely overrun by psionics magic. Keeps the sanity up y'know?"

He answers him, starting his benchpressing and making Bearclaw focus as well as give a rather haughty chuckle again as he spotted his best lift yet: two hundred and twenty five pounds. Five times. He actually started to struggle on the fourth time up but managed the fifth with minimal help from Bearclaw as he put the huge amount of weight on the rack and sat up with a big rush of breath.

"Hooo....that felt great~"

He said mostly to himself. Bearclaw gave him another chuckle as a couple of groups of other prisoners, most of them the same in terms of ethnicity and magic types, and started to stare each other down nearby. Bearclaw and Luther both saw this and instantly the smiles were wiped directly off of their faces.

"Uh-oh....big men look ready to rumble. We go now? Or do you want to watch again Pup?"

Bearclaw asked Luther, Luther giving a small shrug for his answer. Over the past few months Luther had learned that the prison's inmates were mostly broken up and segregated into different groups for asserting their own power within the prison. There were three main groups that stuck out to him and he'd heard the guards talking about them being called the 'Triad of Order' within the prison. Most people just left the leaders of each group in the Triad alone but between the three groups there were often huge amounts of bad blood and disputes, oftentimes the disputes boiling out into full-blown prison riots and fights within the confines of the yard.

One of the Triad leaders, a slender asian male with a bald head, baggy pants and sleeveless white T-shirt, was staring down the leader of a second Triad leader. This one was much bigger than the other, his huge frame, muscular build and dark skin making him a big target but also one of the most feared Triad leaders in the prison. Their names were Locust and Crusher respectively, the big guy named Crusher spitting onto the ground beside him and yelling something at him in english before shoving him. Instantly Locust's men retaliated and attacked Crusher and a riot ensued, making both Luther and Bearclaw sigh.

"Guess we should do something about this huh?"

He asked Bearclaw, him nodding before going up to try and separate the two fights. Luther also ran over, holding Locust away from Crusher as the authorities arrived on scene. Locust frowned at Luther but didn't attack him, his men shoving Luther away instead as he was forced to fight his way out of the riot. The authorities and prison guards had to start firing elemental pulse rifle ammunition at the rioters before too much longer, Luther punching, kicking and throwing various prison inmates away from him as they each tried to attack and kill him. Soon the guards arrived with Psionics shields and equipment and started to batter the inmates down, making Luther kneel down onto the ground and put his hands on the back of his head. The last thing he felt soon after he closed his eyes to accept his inevitable defeat at the hands of the prison guards was the hard leather surface of a baton and he was out cold.

Back to his prison cell for another session with the nurse later....