Isaac sat in the back of the police car, gazing indifferently outside of the window as it drove through the urban streets of Los Angeles. Silver hair with a light blue tint blanketed his face as Isaac's mind went through countless thoughts. His blue eyes appeared as blank as a canvas that an artist could paint on. His train of thought was suddenly broken as the car door opened up. Isaac had arrived at the juvenile detention center. The guard had cuffed Isaac and escorted him into his imprisonment. As he went through the motions, Isaac's expression was almost oppressively emotionless. All that went through his head were memories. 

First came the memory of witnessing a building set ablaze. Then came the memory of unfeelingly gazing upon a brutally beaten man while his knuckles were bloody. He recalled the judge banging his gavel. 3 months in juvie. For many his age, this would be a cruel and vile punishment, something that would inspire fear and agony. They'd lament how they would be stripped from Fortnite and Instagram and Snapchat. But Isaac's social media of choice was Twitter. And as far as Isaac was concerned, this was just one more step in his pursuit of Justice. 

As he walked into a communal area of the youth prison, many glared at him with eyes of rage, some with hearts struck by fear, but they all shared the same thought. The second the guard left, Isaac was nearly instantly charged at. 

"You bastard!" The assailant shouted out. Isaac simply walked forward, effortlessly dodging this assault. The boy fell to the ground, his balance completely collapsing. He angrily glared at Isaac, whose posture was firm.

"How completely pathetic. Tell me, are all of The Arsonist's men so feckless?" Isaac glared at his attacker with disdain. He soon became surrounded by enraged juveniles. Isaac prepared himself, not to fight, but to defend. He braced to retain his dignity even through pain. 

"Sorry to disrupt your fun, but I advise you to step away from snow-head here." a somewhat ratty voice echoed from the back of the room. Their chin length purple hair framed a cheeky grin as they quietly approached. The kids soon backed away from Isaac, even the one who attempted to tackle Isaac for his crimes pretended like he wasn't even there. "So, I see our interests are aligned, Isaac Prozac." Isaac turned to glance at this mystery child.

"Am I supposed to know you?" Isaac seemed confused and slightly irritated.

"Oh how rude of me, call me Misodre. As you can see, I command quite a bit of power around here." their face seemed so eerily innocent.

"I don't particularly care for your name. You said our interests are aligned, now explain yourself." Isaac carelessly replied. Misodre came closer to Isaac and looked up slightly at him. 

"You're awfully eager to skip to the point, I see. It's a common thread among people who get imprisoned for assault."

"I won't repeat myself, spare me your petty pseudoscience." Isaac's fist was clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palm. 

"I just want to congratulate you, that arsonist goon looked like he was turned inside out after you found him." Misodre's hand queerly gestured.

"Well of course, clearly nobody other than myself cares to do the work."

"I think you'd be surprised. See, Isaac, I may be able to give you the answers you need." Isaac's interest was finally drawn in. Isaac unclenched his fist and gently massaged his wrist.

"Go on." 

"I wouldn't think it wise for us to get down to the details in such open daylight. I say we discuss things when we can go under the darkness of night. I'm sure you understand the delicate dance of information." Isaac glared at Misodre for a moment. 

"Fine then. If you command so much power, it shouldn't be difficult to talk in private. Just let me know when you're ready to talk, Misodre." Isaac turned his back to them and walked away. 

Isaac secluded himself in his cell, his eyes drawn almost magnetically to a novel he was reading. The cell door was shut, as was typical for the night time. 

"I must say, you're being quite reckless." A delicate, though clearly masculine voice echoed from the cell. Isaac shut his novel and sprung from his bed. 

"Who's there!?"

"Oh, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Lucerose." A man close to Isaac in age revealed himself in the cell. His skin was pale and delicate, his hair long and brown and he was adorned in a pink coat. "But as I was saying, surely you realize the risk. Going somewhere private with some random scoundrel you've never met? Dangerous territory." Lucerose explained. Isaac sighed.

"I'm well aware of the risks. I'm even aware that Misodre might kill me. In that case, I'll die in a way that'll incriminate him." Isaac's face was filled with a dark determination. The man in Isaac's cell looked confused.

"You're perfectly fine with just letting yourself die?"

"Yes. I'll die for the sake of Justice if I must. Does that answer your question?" Isaac was completely unfazed at the prospect of his own death. The man's surprised look continued for a few seconds, before he lightly chuckled to himself.

"That determination, it's like a fire." He stood up from the bunk bed. "Then there must be something you want to burn more than anything else." He moved away from the bunk and soon disappeared from Isaac's sight. Isaac attempted to follow him through the cell, but he vanished. Isaac quickly jumped over to a bottle of pills that sat below his bed. He closely analyzed the contents of the bottle.

"My tolerance must be building quicker than the doctor thought." Isaac lamented. He put the pills down and laid back in his bed. "It's strange, really. There's a spare bed here but I'm the only one in the cell." Isaac sighed. "All the more reason to be cautious, I suppose."

As Isaac laid in the bed, the door to his cell was unlocked and opened. 

"Mr Prozac, come with me." a deep voice ordered. Isaac rose from his bed and followed the guard. The guard began to escort him away to the room in the prison where lawyers meet with their clients. With every step, Isaac prepared himself for any possibility of conflict that could arise. His own footsteps echoed in his ears as Isaac dedicated every bit of his mind towards self defense. The guard closed the only door in the meeting room. Not a single camera existed within the room. Misodre sat at the other end of the table, glaring towards Isaac. 

"Welcome, Isaac. Now sit, please." Misodre's voice was eerily calm. Isaac stared at them for a few seconds.

"If you insist." Isaac lowered himself to the seat, his eyes scattered.

"Now then, what exactly do you know about The Arsonist?" Misodre asked, gently tapping their fingers on the table. Isaac nearly instantly jumped out of his seat. The guard had attempted an attack with his baton. Isaac delivered a quick kick to the guard's side then snatched the baton from his hand. The guard was tossed to the side as Isaac delivered another smack with the baton. With the guard on the ground, Isaac pointed it at Misodre. Misodre got out of their seat, their calm demeanor just slightly broken. 

"Now then, what exactly do you know about The Arsonist?" Isaac slowly approached Misodre. 

"Not bad, not bad at all." Misodre snickered. 

"I don't see why you should be laughing." 

"And that's what makes it so funny. You're good, Isaac. But I'm afraid you aren't good enough." Misodre smiled as a strange staff materialized within their hand. Isaac hesitated as he stared at the weapon. Just as Isaac sprang forth to attack Misodre, they uttered a phrase.

"Double Face." the object in Misodre's hand shone a purple glow from the tip. Isaac was suddenly pinned to the wall, the guard's large hands grabbing him by the throat. Isaac struggled to breathe as he glanced at where he once saw the guard after being beaten. To his surprise, however, that guard was still on the ground.

"What is this… what is this power!?" Isaac felt genuine, palpable fear in the face of this unknowable force. 

"You know, it's rare that I'm forced to use my magic against a non-witch. You should be proud that you got me to bring out my wand." Misodre held up their wand. "Now then, Lightning release." Misodre spoke as lighting generated from the wand's tip. "Thunderbolt!" They announced. Lightning struck from their wand. Isaac witnessed the bright flash of light before him, then, the flowing of a long, pink coat. 

"I did tell you to be careful, didn't I?" A masculine, though delicate voice asked. Isaac recognized instantly that this was the man he saw in his cell before, Lucerose. Lucerose held a wand of his own, which shone a bright pink. Isaac quickly noticed that the force holding him up was weakened. Isaac threw the guard off of himself and kicked him away. Quickly assessing his circumstances, he ran out of the room. Misodre's face scrunched up in anger.

"Why you!? Who the hell are you!?" Misodre barked. A cool and confident chuckle came from Lucerose.

"I'm sure you were under the impression you'd be using that third rate spell on non witches exclusively. Let's see if it can stack up to someone who knows what they're doing." Lucerose arrogantly smirked at Misodre. 

"Third rate you say?" Misodre was suddenly emboldened. "Oh you're gonna munch up those words when I'm done with you."

Isaac stood outside of the room, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could. 

"I'm clearly not safe within this prison. If guys like these are gonna be my enemies, I may have no other choice than to escape at all costs!" Isaac thought as he tended to his throat. He heard footsteps softly step outside of the room, the steps of Lucerose. 

"You, just what are you-" Isaac was cut off by Lucerose.

"Shh." Lucerose whispered, placing his finger over his mouth. His arrogant smile hadn't faded.

Within the room, Misodre looked down at the guard. The being that attacked Isaac faded away. Misodre ran to the guard's side.

"Are you alright, Travis?" They asked. Travis was starting to get up. 

"Damn, that little brat must think he's Batman or something." Travis bemoaned as he grabbed his baton. 

"You should stay here. Prozac has a witch protecting him, you won't stand a chance if you get out there." Misodre warned as they gazed at the door. 

"Are you sure there's absolutely nothing I-"

"I don't have time to argue this!" Misodre interrupted. Travis paused for a moment.

"I understand. You better destroy that witch, my lord." Travis knelt before Misodre. 

"I will." Midodre ran out of the room and scattered their eyes around the detention center. "Where could he have gone, it can't have been far. Unless of course…" Misodre's mind raced with ideas. They recalled Lucerose's sudden appearance, then the fact that he was seemingly unfazed by their Thunderbolt, and now his disappearance, along with Isaac's. A pink circle appeared behind Misodre, around the ceiling. Lucerose appeared from this circle, like a snake slithering from a tunnel. A dark energy began to generate from his wand.

"Come forth, my Viperstrike. Strike down Misodre." Lucerose whispered. A strike of dark energy was shot directly at Misodre. The energy shaped into a snake-like form and grew fangs. This amorphous figure quickly formed into the form of a large, purple cobra with a white stomach and black markings along its body.

Misodre was pinned to the wall and Lucerose jumped down to the ground. Lucerose pointed his wand at a wall near him and a pink circle appeared on it. Isaac fell through the circle. 

"This power, how incredible." Isaac seemed amazed. Misodre was constricted as the serpent coiled around them. 

"So then, a Familiar user. I had a feeling." Misodre seemed calm. "It's a shame that you decided to overplay your hand." Misodre smirked. Right at Lucerose's side, a second Misodre rushed past him. Lucerose's expression turned to shock. 

"I should have known, that was just a decoy!" Lucerose thought as he stared down at his enemy. Electricity charged within Misodre's wand. They pointed it right at Lucerose. Lucerose quickly blocked with the tip of his own wand. The electricity vanished and shot out from a pink circle above Misodre. They quickly jumped out of the way before the thunderbolt was able to shock them, then smirked. 

"Your portals are impressive, I'd imagine you're unmatched when it comes to long range combat." The other Misodre disappeared as Misodre pointed their wand at themself. Viperstrike rushed to Lucerose's side. "Double Face!" Misodre shouted. Lucerose was punched square in the face by a new Misodre's. Lucerose endured various attacks from the clone, then jumped back. Viperstrike coiled around Lucerose as the tip of his wand glowed pink. 

"Slithering Rend!" Lucerose thrust his wand forwards and the pink glow solidified into a portal. Viperstrike rushed through the portal and a portal opened up above Misodre. They looked up at Viperstrike diving down from the portal and pointed their wand towards the clone. 

"Wrathful magic, enhance!" Misodre shouted. The clone flew up and kicked Viperstrike to the side. Lucerose was pushed back just a bit as his Familiar was hit. "So, you can summon a portal wherever you want? An ability like that must have some limit. So what is it, three portals, four, five!?" The clone flew towards Lucerose. Viperstrike slithered back through the portal and constricted the clone's arm. Upon a closer examination, the clone no longer seemed identical to Misodre. It appeared larger, more powerful, with electricity flowing through it, and with many of Misodre's physical features being augmented.

"I see, that Double Face is a powerful spell." Lucerose smirked as he stared at the main Misodre. "But I'm afraid the one who's overplayed their hand is you." Lucerose's confidence started to grow. Viperstrike slammed the clone into the ground then rushed into the tip of Lucerose's wand. A look of horror appeared on the main Misodre as a portal appeared right behind them. "Focusing so much of your energy into that clone, weren't you ever taught that it was wrong to put all your eggs in one basket?" Lucerose was right behind them. Viperstrike Lucerose unhinged its jaw and bore powerful fangs. It jumped at Misodre, ready to ensnare them between its fangs, but they smirked.

"I could say the same about you." Just before Lucerose's serpent made contact, the clone had delivered a kick straight into Lucerose's gut. "Seems you've underestimated its speed." Lucerose was thrown back as he coughed a bit of blood, going right past Isaac. The clone attacked Lucerose with immense speed and power. Lucerose quickly turned his attention to Isaac and opened his coat wide, almost making it appear like a cape. An item flew from the coat, then Lucerose turned back to face the clone. Isaac quickly grabbed it, then took cover behind a corridor, away from Misodre's sight. Upon examining it, Isaac saw a book with strange symbols on the cover.

"What the hell is this?" Isaac looked at the book from a few different angles. "Given all this Witchcraft business, I take it that this is a spell book of some kind." Isaac thought to himself. He peeked at the fight, and Lucerose was being beaten down by Misodre's clone. He got a good look at the original Misodre's position then returned to the cover. He turned to a page that had terrible handwriting, and made out the words "Elemental magic."

A circle was drawn on the page with several lines of text beneath it, a notation beside it explained that it was for elemental magic. Isaac curiously touched the circle, and felt a massive wave of energy overcome him. He quietly read one of the lines of text to himself. 

"Elemental Release." Isaac whispered. Just then, a small flame appeared on the tip of his finger. He eyed the flame, then looked back at the book. The sound of fighting echoed into Isaac's ear. "Fire …ball." the flame suddenly burst forward. Isaac quickly clenched his fist, preventing the fire from shooting forward. He grit his teeth in pain and endured a burnt palm. 

"There's no way I can out-witch Misodre, so instead, I'll have to outwit them!" Isaac mentally declared. Isaac watched as Lucerose desperately fought Misodre's clone. "Now or never!"

"Fire Release." Isaac whispered. Isaac stealthily moved into Misodre and Lucerose's proverbial battle ground. He eyed Misodre, whose attention was focused solely on the fight. Isaac hid the fire in his fingertips and the spellbook as best he could. As Isaac ran towards Misodre, they caught his image in the corner of their eye. 

"You're dumber than I thought, Prozac." Misodre taunted. Lightning charged up in their wand and they pointed it at Isaac. "When you challenge something you can't even think to comprehend, oblivion is all that awaits you! Thunderbolt!" Misodre unleashed their attack. Isaac revealed his flame bearing finger. Isaac spun it around itself, forming a ring of fire as a shield. Misodre looked on at Isaac with shock. "Wha- you!" Misodre shot lighting at him once again, but Isaac slid under. Isaac delivered an upward kick to Misodre's hand. The wand flew out of it. Misodre jumped back. "You may have gotten lucky once, but I guarantee you, I-" before Misodre could finish, Isaac had already grabbed them by the collar, pointing the flame in his hand right between Misodre's fearful eyes. 

"I believe I comprehend this all perfectly fine. Great power in the hands of brittle weakness." Isaac claimed, staring disappointedly at his foe. Misodre's clone appeared static and confused, its assault on Lucerose being halted. Lucerose smirked as his serpent coiled around the clone and constricted it. Misodre started to panic. 

"How did you do it! How!? I've been practicing Witchcraft all my life, and you just waltz in and- and- you!" Misodre almost couldn't comprehend their own defeat.

"Because you got too cocky." Lucerose walked over to Isaac. "Misplaced arrogance, like pointing a sword at your own throat." he taunted. The clone withered away from Viperstrike's grasp. It then wrapped Misodre in its constriction. Lucerose turned to Isaac. "I must say, you show quite a bit of promise."

"Do I now?" Isaac asked. "I take it, you want to take me under your wing? To train me in the ways of this Witchcraft?"

"How very perceptive."

"Just answer me this. If you train me in these mystic ways, will I be able to further my pursuit of Justice?" Isaac's face appeared determined.

"This arsonist you speak of, if you want to find them with all these witches defending their identity, it appears to be a necessity." Lucerose's tone was one of both warning and encouragement. Isaac firmly grasped Lucerose's hand.

"Then I accept."