Jail. Ruined.

“First or last?” The overweight guard smirked at Ruin through the bars. He was starting to be hopeful that this stranger would cause some trouble; he definitely seemed to be a smartass.

“That’s it. My name is, ‘Ruin’.” he replied with his own smirk. Unlike the over-eager guard, Ruin knew he could walk out of the station at any time. He was enjoying the novel experience of being arrested.

“You some kind of devil worshipper?” The guard asked, his eyes flitted to the skull tattoo atop Ruin’s bald head. The skull had long fangs with the number 42 in red in the center of it. Ruin shook his head.

“The list of people I worship is very small,” he said. “Satan didn’t make the cut. So, what am I in for? Having an awesome tattoo?” he asked. He grew his smile broader once he realized his good mood seemed to put the guard in a worse one.

“Nothing personal,” the guard replied. “Every stranger coming through gets a mandatory stay,” the guard rapped on one of the iron bars with his knuckle. “We’re just being hospitable.” Ruin nodded.

“So it’s not just me, you treat everyone like a criminal? That’s mighty short-sighted,” he added.

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to keep our town safe!” the guard was quick to defend the town’s methods. Ruin shook his head; his smile remained.

“I didn’t say it was wrong. I said, short-sighted. Aren’t you afraid of rubbing the wrong person the wrong way?” The guard burst into forced, obnoxious laughter.

“Not if they’re in jail,” he said. His voice carried too much smugness for Ruin to deal with anymore. He stood from the bench. Despite being outside the cell, the guard took a cautious step back.

“Well, this town isn’t for me then. I’ll just head out of here altogether,” he took a step toward the cell door. The guard shook his head frantically.

“You’re not going anywhere until we learn some more about you,” he said. He deliberately moved his hand down and made a point of unsnapping his holster. Ruin sighed.

“Look. I don’t want to hurt anyone or destroy any property. I’m just passing through, and I don’t even have to do that. I’ll just leave the way I came and go around your town altogether.”

“Well you-,” The guard began to speak, but Ruin shook his head and interrupted.

“I’m leaving. Whether you open the door or not,” Ruin replied. The guard chuckled and drew his gun.

“Let’s see you try.”

Ruin sighed once more, then turned his back to the guard.

“That’s what I thought,” the guard laughed. Ruin took two steps back toward the bench, then continued walking. He pushed through the bench and wall as if he was moving through water. The thick stone wall crumbled out of his way as he walked. The guard managed to act and fired three shots at Ruin. He hit the escapee’s broad form all three times in the back; Ruin stopped walking.

Ruin suddenly dispersed into mist while the Guard watched. As he tried to comprehend the disappearance, Ruin suddenly appeared next to him. He yanked the guard’s gun out of his hand and threw it into the empty cell.

“I said I don’t want any trouble,” Ruin said. He grabbed the guard’s uniform and lifted him off the ground. Ruin’s eyes glowed red, and he bared his fangs at the guard. “But you’re so eager, you’ve talked me into it.”