David finally found a house he thought was worth the break in. One blink later and he found himself in a very fancy, modern living. "The people who own this must be extremely rich! Maybe doctors?" he said to himself. Speaking to himself was a habit he picked up in prison, where there is nobody to talk to. There was nothing in the kitchen he deemed important enough to take with him. So he went upstairs. The bedroom was equally fancy decorated. With a strange swirling piece of abstract art. "Is there nothing I can use!?"

But then he found the rather large study. The desk was surprisingly old school, compared to the clinically white walls and the modern computer sitting on it. On the desk were several files. Their symbol caught David's attention. The symbol of the prison. Curiosity captured him, made him open the file.

[indent][i]Log 1109: Subject Alpha-016 is seemingly not reacting towards direct agression. Nor is subject Alpha-102. Though he does react towards the sight of blood. We will continue to test subject Alpha-016 for aggression. Let's hope she is beaten into submission. Maybe we can use her like subject Omega-001. Her elemental powers would be greatly valued.[/i][/indent]

David finally understood what the files were. In an angry flash he threw the files on the ground. Several hundred papers fell down. They were filled with information. Blood type. Birth parents. Adoption parents. Files from every Hex in the prison. But that didn't sate his anger. No, for a matter of fact, it made everything worse. When he saw the picture of the family. The older man with what was his son or grand-daughter. "Why should they get a peaceful life!? Why am I cursed!?" The anger was too much. He stormed downstairs. His darker self-taking over. Downstairs he easily found a bottle of scotch, a newspaper and a lighter. A few seconds later and he was standing with a lit Molotov cocktail just outside the study. "Burn!"

When David was almost back at the first home, the smoke was rising outside. The study didn't have a window, so it was rising out the bedroom, indicating that room was probably burning too. It was written all over David's face that he had done it. And more importantly, there was something murderously dark in his eyes.