It was a cold, rusting, metal cell. A cell that was more of a cage, to the person who lived on it. They were a mentally unstable and psychologically messed up individual, not able to tell what was right from wrong. Haling from England, his mother was a prostitute, who had gotten pregnant. Not wanting the child, she left him in a bus-stop, wrapped up in a blanket inside a cardboard box. What happened that night to him, was something that changed his fate entirely.

A man who trafficked humans as sex slaves found the baby and took him, and raised him with a mind set that he would be sold off, alongside other children. By the age of nine, he was shipped off to a woman in Japan who bought him off. He was put through torture through vile acts of unwanted sexual abuse and psychological trauma— and the only thing that kept him sane was the daughter of this woman who was the same age as him, and visited him every day. She spoke to him with kindness and curiosity, which no one else had ever done before. By the age of fifteen, his captor was arrested for drugs, and the boy who was tortured by her went through many trials of rehabilitation, but every time he left, his broken mental state only told him one thing.

"Mangle their body and scramble their brains."

The girl was taken into social services, but she was soon let out of the children's home she was allocated too three years later, when she had became an adult. However, the boy was kept in a cage, hidden away from humanity due to being a very dangerous threat.

That is, until the same girl found him.

(Opening here)

"Who the hell are you..." A teenager with dark red, spiked hair and green eyes stared at the man who was standing in front of him, with a large black bag on his back. Going across the teen's eye was a dark brown scar, and his skin was white fading into grey, a sign of malnutrition. "Why the hell am I still locked up... let me out!"

"Sorry, but I can't do that." The man crouched down to the teen's level while he was behind bars. "You know who I am right?"

"Shut up, enter the code for this cell and let me out of here..." The teen rattled the cell bars with anger. "I'm not afraid to hurt you!"

"You're Callum Sykes right?" The man stood up with a smile sewn across his face. "Well, since I already know who you are, I guess I need to introduce myself. My name is Ayato Korastacker, a.k.a the Dragon Empire Branch Manager."

"Wonderful..." Callum rolled his eyes with a blunt expression. "Listen up Korastacker, I just wanna get out of here! I've been stuck in this hellhole for two years now! TWO YEARS WITHOUT ANY HUMAN CONTACT, AND A JACKASS LIKE YOU IS THE FIRST PERSON I SEE?! IF ANYTHING, THEY SHOULDA BROUGHT IZANOKU!!"

"Hey, hey, calm down-"

"LIKE HELL I'LL CALM DOWN! I'VE BEEN BARELY FED, I'M SICK OF THEM TREATING ME LIKE A WILD ANIMAL, AND THE SOLITUDE IS GETTING TO ME! JUST, LET, ME, OUT!"

"I can't do that." Ayato kicked the cell bars, rattling his room. Callum removed his hands with an angry face. "But," He knelt down and took off his bag, unzipping it. "I know you've had it rough in here." He took out a lunch-box from it, and handed it to Callum through the bars, showing a genuine smile of sympathy. "You look really ill. Eat up."

"..." Callum narrowed his eyes and unzipped the lunchbox, and stared at the food. Growling that he gave in for food, he tore open a packet of crisps and started to eat like a wolf, chomping down on what should be common food. He didn't leave any crumbs behind, and lapped up every last bit. "...thanks for the food." He muttered, tossing the trash back to Ayato, and taking the sandwich box out. He started to eat the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, facing away from Ayato, who was smiling brightly at Callum.

Wearing a brown suit, Zak leaned against the wall next to a brown door, tapping away on his phone. Running a hand through his green hair with yellow streaks, he sighed.

"It's been ten minutes... where is she?" He muttered coldly, reading through text messages. Zak looked through them, his eyes slowly squinting at them with anger. "Damn it, she held me up didn't she? This blows." He turned around and kicked the wall hard, before the door opened. His closed eyes opened, seeing strands of lilac blow in the wind.

"Next time, don't kick the wall." A female the same height as him replied. She had long, wavy, lilac hair, and wore a black headband. Her eyes were yellow, and resembled a cat's, with large, pretty, curled eyelashes. Her attire was a black, frilly dress with white highlights, inspired by a goth style, and she wore knee length socks were striped black and white. Putting her right hand on her cheek while putting her left under her chest, she tilted her head, smiling. "It's been awhile, Zak."

"Same to you, Izanoku..." Zak replied with a grin, his dark purple eyes glowing with happiness. "We gonna bust Callum out?"

"Of course we are." Izanoku replied. "It's been two years since he was locked up in that cage. I think it's time I pay him a visit. After all... He was my mother's favourite toy. It'd be a shame to see him rot in that place."

"Don't forget the main reason we got him." Zak said. "He'll be a valuable asset in our plan."

"Yes, yes, I won't forget." Izanoku crossed her arms with a sigh. "Now let's go. Do you know where he's detained?"

"Tokyo Conviction Prison. Located in an Underground Solitaire Cell in Block V." Zak replied, scrolling through notes in his phone.

"Is he really that dangerous...? What a bunch of idiots..."

Tossing an empty lunchbox back to Ayato, Callum stood up and stretched. "Well, thanks for the food Korastacker."

"You're welcome. You want more?" Ayato grinned sneakily.

"Yeah." Callum sat down and faced Ayato. "Hurry up too. This shit tastes better than what they serve me everyday..."

"What do they give you?" Ayato passed a bento box to Callum, who opened it and started to eat the contents inside, starting with the glutinous rice.

"The leftover crap. Usually burnt food, undercooked stuff and it's always cold." Callum stuffed his mouth with two slices of the teriyaki chicken after trying a bite of the rice. "I haven't had a hot meal in eleven years." He swallowed the food, before taking some of the coleslaw and rice and eating it together. "...it's been that long, huh..."

"Well, I'm sorry I couldn't bring anything hot..." Ayato clasped his hands together with a cheeky grin. "How about I give you pot ramen~?"

"The hell is a pot ramen?" Callum ask, scarfing down the contents quickly. Ayato's eyes widened.

"You don't know what's pot ramen?!" Ayato exclaimed. Callum raised his eyebrows, licking his fingers.

"And? I don't know half the stuff you gave me here. All I know is that it tastes good and I'm eating all of it."

"So... you've never eaten a normal packed lunch?" Ayato asked, shock in his voice. Callum shook his head.

"I was home schooled and my dad just fed us crap like sandwiches. He couldn't cook for shit..." He laughed. "But he was damn rich."

"I could imagine... he probably got even more money from... selling you." Ayato said the last part quietly.

"I heard that." Callum chucked the box at Ayato's head. Ayato cocked his head to the side and the box hit the plain wall instead. "Living there was better than living with that woman or staying in this fuckhole."

"..." Ayato took a deep breath, sympathising with Callum. "I'll be back in thirty minutes." He stood up. "I'll buy us some pot ramen to eat. Your first hot meal in eleven years, that'd be nice, wouldn't it?"

"...yeah. It would." Callum replied with a somewhat grateful tone. Ayato waved goodbye and left the room, closing the door. A tear started to roll down Callum's right cheek. Slowly moving his hand to it, Callum touched it, wiping the tear. Immediately, his hand curled to a fist and he grit his teeth. Callum then punched himself to the ground, using force to leave a bruise on his cheek. He lied there and looked at the cell ceiling. "DON'T YOU DARE CRY! IF SHE SAW YOU CRY NOW, YOU'D BE PATHETIC! THERE'S NO REASON TO BE UPSET, AND YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH WORSE! CRYING ISN'T AN OPTION!!" He bellowed loudly in anger. Taking short breaths with a wide grin, Callum closed his eyes and growled. "Besides... I can only cry out of one eye. It's been eleven years since I've cried too..." He hissed, continuing to smile. "What the hell is wrong with me..."

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

Explosions filled the short silence that followed.

"Oi, Callum." A female voice called whistled his name. Walking through the exploded door in a badass fashion was Izanoku and Zak, both wearing masks. Zak's mask looked like a centipede, while Izanoku's looked like a clowns. "It's been two years since I've seen you. You haven't changed one bit."

"Izanoku... Zak..." Callum sat up and looked at the two of them. He smirked, showing off his sharp canines. "It's about damn time you fuckers came! This fucker named Ayato came in and handed me actual food, so I'm ready to go whenever you guys are!" Callum stood up excitedly and held the bars of his cell. "So c'mon, break me out already!"

"I'm working on it..." Zak was setting up an explosive on the door of the prison cell. "You might wanna stand back, Callum, Izanoku." He punched in the final numbers and stood back alongside everyone else, while the explosive counted down from 3. Beeping, it exploded, amassing just enough to break open the door but not hurt anyone.

"I'm finally free!" Callum shouted as he ran out of the cell with a massive, sadistic smile.

"Wear this." Izanoku tossed Callum a white mask with a brown line going across the left side of it, resembling the scar Callum had. Putting the mask on, Callum proceeded to show his hand to Izanoku. Pulling out a velvet, red case, she put it in his hand. Tossing the case into the air, the contents slipped out. A sharp, silver killing knife fell down, and Callum caught it, while Zak snatched the case while it floated down.

"I really wanna kill some bastards....." Callum laughed in a deranged fashion. "I want to mangle their bodies and gently scramble their brains, like how your mum did to me...." He slowly walked forward with a hunched back, leading the trio out of the prison.

"This guys a sicko... What the hell does Izanoku even see in this douche?" Zak narrowed his eyes while he stared at Callum. "I know he's had it rough, but damn, she should've just kept him behind bars..."

"Zak, you'll understand in time why I like Callum so much." She looked in his direction and giggled, which caused Zak to look at her.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Oh... nothing."

(Ending here)

Approximately thirty minutes later, Ayato's bag dropped on the ground. Staring through the blown up isolation cell of Callum, his eyes were wide and in a state of shock. Dropping the two cups of pork ramen on the ground, Ayato sank to his knees. Shakily, he took out his phone and dialled a number. "...Code Red... Callum's escaped..."

Next time on Z World:

#3: Spring Break

"SPRING BREAK!!"

"TIME TO HIT THE BEACH BITCHES!!"

"Look over there..."

"Nah. I get sunburnt too easily."

"Let's just say you're a lucky bastard."

"Well, it's not like anyone in America knows who Naito is anyways."

"Nope! You'll get lonely." Chiharu wrapped herself around his arm. "So I'll stay with you!"

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A/N

Well, did you enjoy this? I hope you did~

Footnotes:

-Callum and Izanoku are Callum_Sykes49 OCs. (Yo if you're reading this, don't mind me making up Callum and Izanoku's backstory cuz you never gave me any details/I cba to ask you for details)

-This Zak is the same Zak from the tournament arc.

-Ayato is a Dragon Empire Branch Manager.

That's all I gotta say.

Fox out!