A History of Not Paying Attention

"You know I spent fifty years in prison I can handle this!" I could not actually handle this, I didn't want to spend another fifty years in prison, or five, or anything! I hate prison, I hate having to eat food set out for me by assholes, and I hate being locked up. That this seems to be my routine in life just makes me sad for how my life has become (not sad enough of course to stop doing things that get me locked up though, I have to be me). My jailer emerged again she styled her hair differently and didn't bring the file, instead she brought the still sparkling bullet, though it was contained in a really thick glass jar.

"What is in this bullet Mr. Lorentino?"

"Oh we are speaking again, well how are you, my name is Trezlan and you are?"

"Asking you a question." Her uniform remained the same aside from the hair.

"I have no idea what's in the bullet, something evil, something dark, and hopefully something dead for good." I figured dead, I mean it got hit with a horrible dark spell that was the worst of what Morley and I could come up with and the power of possibly hundreds of dead people fueling it, and then trapped in the bullet that Hanlon had give me. If something could survive all that, well shit I dunno what we could do to kill it.

"So you didn't know what it was, but you killed it anyway?"

"I knew it was evil, it wanted to start the apocalypse."

"Or so it told you, how do you know this wasn't its plan to start the apocalypse?"

"Oh don't start this shit with me lady that's exactly what the creature did to me." She frowned at me and I frowned back.

"Who are you people anyway? Some kind of anti magical group? I thought you were disbanded."

"Why would you think we disbanded? Are magical people suddenly not a threat to the guard?"

"Well no, but you know with the ability to cancel magic out and magical people in general being weakened I thought maybe you guys gave up?" It seemed like a perfectly normal thought to me. She laughed, it was unsettling, in more ways than one. The primary one being I'd heard that laugh before, but the person who had it should have been long dead.

"Trezlan," The voice had changed and I was entirely creeped out by the switch. "You my old friend have a lot to learn about how things have changed and remained the same." And this is where I knew I had gone from the frying pan and into the fire.