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The Fire, and the Aftermath (Roman Sionis, Chapter One)
June 17, 2007. 12:36 P.M.

Roman's mind and heart raced; he had been holding the burning match between his fingers for what seemed like hours. His house was only a few yards away, but it seemed closer, as if he were scared. He aimed the match at the open gas pipe he had dug out of the ground, but didn't let go of it. Roman Sionis held it in front of him, terrified of the flame, horrified of what he was about to do.

Just like that, as if a ghost had reached out and shoved it, the lit match fell into the broken metal pipe, igniting it immediately. Roman heard and even felt the rumble, and the ensuing HISS. The adrenaline overcame him, and he took a few steps back.

Eventually, the fire reached the house. It started on the bottom floor in the kitchen, then spread to the living room,
which was cluttered with high quality, expensive furniture. Then it reached the stairs, until finally, his parents' bedroom. Roman Sionis laughed hysterically while his mother and father's scream echoed throughout the neighborhood, and the flames engulfed his home. Roman fled, and was appointed head of Janus Cosmetics later that week.

January 11, 2012, 2:04 P.M.

The judge's wooden gavel slammed on his desk, the piercing noise reverberating off the walls of the chilly courtroom. Purposeful disfiguration. 50 years in Blackgate Penitentiary.

Blackgate was a cold place. Not cold as in it was a place with impassive people-it was packed with them-it was cold as in the heaters were garbage and nobody bothered to replace them. The cells themselves were never more than 45 degrees Fahrenheit, but it was mandatory in that situation to provide each cell with individual heaters. As a result, Roman Sionis developed a rare form of Raynaud's Disease, and grew a high intolerance to the cold.
 
Prison (Roman Sionis, Chapter 2)

After six months, Roman had finally made a few friends in Blackgate.

Sydney Micheals, 26 years of age, had been imprisoned for a handful of unpaid parking tickets and an expired car registration. He had been easily one of the smartest people at Blackgate, but didn't show it very often. Sydney used to be a religious man until he lost his little sister in an accident years ago, and was jailed for what he believed to be minor offenses. Sydney, for the most part, was a well-behaved individual, always following the rules, and always obeying the staff's commands.

There was also Mick. Standing at about 6'1 and 210 pounds, Mick was a powerhouse, and had scars to show. His rough, gritty face, and his muscular body was not where most of the scarring resided, even though he had burns on most of his arms, legs, and torso. Most of the scarring dwelled on the inside of his mind; his parents had died in a fire that Mick accidentally started when he was 10. Nobody knew this of course, but when Roman or anyone inquired about it, Mick got defensive, and however this might sound, his gruff voice spoke somberly.

The death of his parents weren't the biggest issue with Mick. The harrowing event may have shaped him into what he is today, but it wasn't what caused the event itself to occur. Mick, exceedingly addicted to fire, dangerously addicted to fire, would stare at a flame for an hour before he snapped back to reality. The way he described it to Roman, "the way it dances from side to side, jolting every chance it got," as he would say-it reminded Roman of his parents, and how they had... perished.
Mick was of average intelligence, unlike most everyone there. In fact at times, he acted quite smart. Whether it was a ruse or not remained a mystery to Roman, but nevertheless, Mick remained a useful guy to have as a friend, but he started (and ended) fights often.

Roman Sionis, however, was probably the cleverest inmate there. Not book smart like Sydney Micheals, not big and tough like Mick Rory, but clever. He knew just how to persuade other inmates to do his bidding, he was able to figure out the daily routines of the guards, and he studied the contents of the heating devices for less than a week before he knew basically everything about them.​
 
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