Zen banged on the bars with a rusty crowbar he found laying on the ground. He still had no idea what happened to him, he only knew that he was caught and once again brought to this place.<br/>A guard soon appeared, but he was crawling along the floor leaving a crimson red trail. His face was scarred with sever burns and cuts. His body almost seemed inhuman. "H-help me. H-h-help me." He said over and over. "An explosion. Radiation. Chaos.......The end of days."<br/>Zen just watched in astonishment as this pitiful creature clinged onto life. The guard took out his keys to try and release Zen. Zen stood there with a smirk on his face, ready to breathe in the air of freedom once more. However, before the guard managed to get the key in the keyhole his strength failed him and he died. The key dropping out of his hands and falling in front of Zen's cell. Zen could care less of the guard that lay crumpled on the ground in a pool of blood. Zen reached for the key, but found that it was just out of his grasp. He tried to squeeze his arm through the metal bars, but to no avail. Then without warning his arm turned into a wispy wind. It was like a fog concealed in a bottle. He could make out the shape of his arm, but he couldn't touch it nor feel anything with it. It was an odd sensation that piqued Zen's curiosity.<br/>Zen spent th next few minutes trying to make this effect spead over his entire body. The first few attempts failed horribly. He almost lost his arm altogether. After his tenth try he made himself into a vapor that possessed form. He walked<br/>through his metallic prison and entered the outside world...