I Steal The System

Interrogation

"That pest of a gym teacher. He really has me pegged as the prime suspect," Lucius muttered under his breath, finding himself in a dingy interrogation room.

The room was a cramped square, barely spanning two meters in length and width. Its only source of light was a single, dim lamp suspended above two facing chairs.

"You were missing from class when the incident occurred, weren't you?" probed the interrogating officer. He was a man of medium build with a distinctive curved mustache, apparently not holding a high position within the precinct.

"Indeed, I was," Lucius responded nonchalantly. His breath remained steady, demonstrating his lack of concern over the ongoing interrogation.

"Son, I know you're looking for an alibi, and you probably have a plausible story ready. However, I want the truth. Where have you stashed those missing students?"

"I have no idea. I pay little attention to such things," Lucius dismissed the officer's concerns with a casual shrug, clearly enjoying the situation and increasing the officer's frustration.

"You know, such an act could get you the death penalty," the officer warned gravely.

"Is that so?"

"Lucius Eugan, an orphan who fends for himself, living off government assistance with no family to lean on. Do you really think this brash attitude of yours is going to help you survive?"

"And what does my family situation have to do with this?" Lucius retorted, his gaze hardening at the officer's provocations.

"The connection is crystal clear. A parentless child like you is prone to a life of crime. You're just another burden on this nation," the officer taunted, hoping to stir a reaction and provide a reason to detain him.

"Well, at least I rely on government support. Not like the vermin who feed on those very subsidies," Lucius snapped back.

"You dare insult me?" The officer's tone heightened, while Lucius simply scratched his chin, unperturbed.

"Let me guess, you're carrying out that damn gym teacher's orders, right?" Lucius prodded, attempting to coax information from the officer.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. What gym teacher?"

"Ah, your mind seems to be as diminutive as a peanut," Lucius sneered at the officer's pretense of ignorance.

"Boy, I suggest you mind your tongue. Do you know what causes premature death? Loose lips!" the officer reprimanded, his finger merely inches away from Lucius's mouth.

"Sound advice!"

"Damn brat!" the officer cursed, finding himself at a loss for words. His tactics to provoke Lucius had backfired, only serving to amplify Lucius's amusement.

"If we're done here, may I leave?" Lucius asked nonchalantly, receiving a silent nod from the officer.

"Get out, and ensure you don't cross paths with me again. Or your head will be as good as mush," the officer threatened.

"Ah, more sound advice," Lucius scoffed, heading towards the exit.

"Creaaak"

The barred iron door creaked open, and Lucius set one foot outside. However, the officer was waiting for this exact moment.

"Haha, I didn't officially dismiss you yet, scoundrel. You left without my permission. You know what that means? I have a free pass to deal with you as I see fit," the officer sneered.

"Ah, so it's a trap?" Lucius deduced, spinning around to face the officer. The man's expression was one of malignant delight, clearly relishing the opportunity to use corporal punishment.

"All the evidence is in my favor. You left without an order from me. That's guilt, and it warrants a reaction from me."

"Ah, so you intentionally didn't record our conversation?" Lucius inferred.

"Obviously, and you foolishly believed otherwise." The officer's manic laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls like a deranged soundtrack. The anticipation of inflicting pain upon Lucius was a long-awaited pleasure for him.

"Now, I'll break a few of your bones, you little rat," he hissed, advancing towards Lucius while flexing his knuckles in anticipation.

"Fowssh!" The sound of displaced air punctuated the officer's swift punch aimed for Lucius's jaw.

But Lucius was no ordinary boy. With a swift dodge, he made the officer's punch connect with nothing but thin air, leaving the man gaping in disbelief.

"Is that the best you can do?" Lucius taunted, swiftly retaliating with a powerful knee aimed at the officer's abdomen.

"Whack!"

The reverberating thud of contact filled the room as the officer was thrown back by the force of the knee strike. He doubled over, clutching his stomach in excruciating pain, his face contorting as though ridden with a severe bout of diarrhea.

His gut twisted and churned as if its contents were desperate to break free, resulting in violent bouts of vomiting.

"Not feeling so big now, are we?" Lucius quipped, closing in on the officer.

"You little devil, do you want to wage a war against the government?" the officer spat out between grimaces of pain.

The rank insignia on his chest was now stained with the vile vomit.

"That's precisely my intention. You think I'm some aimless fool," Lucius taunted, his foot coming down harshly on the officer's foot.

"Crunch!"

The officer shrieked as Lucius returned to one of his favorite hobbies, stomping ruthlessly on the man's toes until they were a bloody, mangled mess.

"Did you ask if I kidnapped those students? No, I didn't kidnap them. I killed them," Lucius confessed, focusing his energy on his foot before launching a brutal kick towards the officer's neck.

"Crack!"

The officer's neck snapped like a twig upon impact with Lucius's foot, a ruthless display of martial prowess that sent the watching officers into a panic, triggering the alarm.

"Thud"

The severed head rolled across the floor, followed by the decapitated body collapsing onto the cold tiles of the interrogation room.

"Freeze!"

Armed guards rushed into the room, pointing their rifles at Lucius, who calmly raised his hands in surrender. The shackles were soon clamped around his wrists as heavily armed officers secured him.

"We've apprehended the suspect. He appears to have supernatural abilities," one of the officers reported over the radio.

Meanwhile, Lucius smirked, seemingly pleased with the turn of events. It was as though everything was going according to a premeditated plan.

"This is just the beginning. That system will soon be mine," he murmured.

Before he could say more, a black hood was thrust over his head, and heavy chains were wrapped around his neck and torso. Lucius was now being treated as a high-risk detainee.

"Transport him to the secret detention facility," a voice ordered over the radio, prompting the officers to haul Lucius away.

"Take him. He'll make an excellent lab rat," the voice added.