"I will burn you till there is nothing left of you, corpse! Do you hear me?! I WILL BU-"
And then Lady Ignis was sealed inside the element capsule, ready to be transported to her science-cell.
She was one of two most powerful beings on the planet, as well as one of the oldest. Lady Ignis had once been an ordinary woman who lived in the 18th century. Unfortunately, she had been a victim of one a band of witch-hunters. Though she did not have a drop of magic in her blood, nor any knowledge on how to cast spells, she had been burned alive for witch craft. But it didn't end her life... or, well, it did, her human life, anyway. If you believed that kind of things, then she had been chosen to be a spirit of justice, and then fused with the very element that killed her. It was ironic, really. It was because of her death that she became exactly what the townspeople had feared; a witch. One who had power over the element of fire. With her new-found power, she freed the other women who were to share her fate, and punished the executioners.
But apparently, that was not enough.
Ignis was not interested in justice. What she really wanted was revenge. She wanted to hunt down every wife, every son and daughter, anyone who shared blood with the witch-hunters who had "killed" her, and make them suffer for a crime they had no part in.
Before she could spread too much destruction, another human was selected to become a spirit of justice as well. One who had been hanged for a murder he did not commit. After making the true murderer confess his crime and turn himself to the authorities, the new spirit of justice then took the task of stopping the mad firewitch. She was sealed away into an object known as the Book Of Redemption, since she still had potential of becoming a force of good.
But doing the Elf Crisis in 1973, Ignis was released from her prison and gladly helped the fair folk in their war since she believed that man of the humans who lived in this time period was somehow related to witch-hunters, making them all guilty. Because of that, the Hanged Man had to face her once more, and this ended his status as myth. After sealing her away once more, the Hanged Man decide to take the appearance of a costumed hero in order to make himself less frighting to the public.
Johnson thanked god that Ignis was NOT the next recruit.
"And you know what the worst art of it all is?" the guard said to the Hanged Man, apparently unaffected by his gloomy aura. "She weren't freed by her followers, but by those crazy Deflammo jerks! They freed her so that they could kill her, those idiots!"
The Hanged Man didn't say anything. He just listened while hovering above the floor.
The Hanged Man had an old sack over his head and a rope tied around his neck. The rope pointed upward, held up by an unnatural force. He was wearing a light-brown cape and on his chest was a H. It was suppose to help him look like superhero, making those who had no need of fearing him relax when he was near them.
It didn't help. Yes, they realized that he wished to serve and make sure that no one would be unjustly punished like he once was, but that didn't change the fact that he was a dead among the living. If you looked close enough, you would notice that he didn't levitate... he dangled from the end of the rope he had been hanged with 300 years ago.
Once the guard was done talking to the Hanged Man(not with, since that would imply that the Hanged Man responded), he than took the capsule that held Ignis inside and left. Johnson had watched, mostly because it was the first time he had ever seen the Hanged Man in person. And, well... he was kind of creepy, he had to admit that. But he wasn't here to look at super-types, he was here in order to...
.... Oh god...
The Hangman, he was staring at him. Johnson didn't know how he knew, since there was no holes in the sack that covered the Hanged Man's head, but he could just... feel it.
William Johnson.
Holy crap!
The Hanged Man rarely spoke, and this was the first time Johnson had heard him speak. It was a hollow and peculiar voice that send shivers down his spine. In a split second, the Hanged Man was now in front of him. He levitated with his feet still hanging lifelessly down. Johnson gulped. Did he know about what... happened in Iraq?
I know why you have come to this prison.
The Hanged Man went on.
And I know that you do not have much faith in this assignment that has been given to you. But know this; with the group that you have gathered, you will do much good. There will be betrayal and disasters, but much good will come out of it as well.
"... Are you reading my mind or something like that?"
Your fate. Now go talk with the final member of your group. And one last thing.
"... Yeah?"
You must learn to forgive yourself. What happened in Iraq was not your fault.
And like that, he was gone. He just disappeared. Johnson sighed in relief and almost forgot why he had come to Monster Island.
Monster Island real name was actually Quadrate Isle, a small island that once had once been inhabited by fishermen and their families. Now, it had been made into a prison for superhumans and creatures who were too powerful to be allowed to stay in normal prisons. It was the prison for alien invaders, evil doppelgangers, and those who had powers so great that they could destroy cities if they wished to. Because of all these powerful and often inhuman creatures who had been placed in specific designed cells, the island had been dubbed Monster Island.
As Johnson was being escorted to the specific prisoner he needed to see, he got a glimpse of some of the other inmates. Like the less than pleasant-looking Mort Parear, a mad scientist who had turned himself into a zombie in his quest to become a true immortal, and Hmpf the Genius Dinosaur, a tiny reptilian with a brilliant mind and one goal; to destroy humanity. He also passed the cell where a very angry Lady Ignis tried to melt the cell's glass-frame, but without much success. Johnson couldn't help it but stare. He knew she was a fire-element creature, that her humanity was long gone, but... her form... not only did the flames have the shape of a woman, but an attractive one as-
What the hell was WRONG with me?! Johnson thought for himself while biting his lower lip. She is a murderous psychopath!
Finally, Johnson reached his destination. The guard opened the door to the cell, allowing him access the the creature inside, but not before informing him that the guard would be outside, ready to save him if the prisoner tried anything funny.
Johnson was now in a cell with a creature that very much looked like a woman. She was tall, had pale skin and almost white hair. She had a pair of green eyes that looked like they could look into your soul.
She was an elf. Her name was Fesoj Anid. And she was a traitor.
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