Zen was prowling the streets of the open-air markets trying to find what was worthy enough to steal. There was only one thing that cought his eye; a small golden medallion.<br/>"Ah, now that's something worth my time." He said to himself, "It's a shame it as to be cooped up there with no one to wear it. Time to change that."<br/>Zen quietly snuck up to it while looking around to make sure no one was looking. He snatched the medallion so fast that it was hard to see his hand. However, one person did see.<br/>"Stop! Thief!" said a nearby cop.<br/>"Uh oh, time to go!"<br/>Zen ran as fast as he could from the market place, the cop chasing after him. Zen ran inside an abandoned apartment and turned around and stuck his tongue out to mock him. Then all of a sudden a bright flash blinded the sky; to shield his eyes from it's light he decided to go up into the air duct above him, little did he know that chemicals were being swept through it. The air was heavy and there was scarcely enough oxygen to sustain him. His heart throbbed like it was going to explode. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. He clutched his chest in agony wondering what could be wracking his body with so much pain. He couldn't keep awake any longer and his eyelids slowly began to drop and then he collapsed, his entire world grew dark.<br/><br/>___________________<br/><br/>When he woke up he was inside a prison cell all alone.