Mark stood over his captive, a smirk appearing on his face. Sean glared at him, full of anger. The guards stood by to be on the safe side in case Sean tried anything.

"Well, look who it is." Mark crossed his arms. Sean clenched his fists, ready to attack, but held back.

"Let. Me. Go." Sean ordered. Mark laughed. Sean literally tried to order him to be released was nothing more than fun for Mark. In fact, he wasn't one for cracking. Having his enemies at his feet was even more pleasant. Maybe this time Mark had a better shot of controlling Sean, if only the kid would listen.

"Now, why would I do that? You tried to escape," Mark responded. "I can't have you escape. That would make me look bad." with a snap of his fingers, the guards grabbed Sean by the arm and dragged him to the couch. Another the guard handed him the parchment. Mark snatched it out of his soldier's hands and unrolled it. "I see you have the map."

"What's your point?" Sean asked stubbornly. He attempted to stand up, but the guards held him back. Mark placed the map on his desk and turned to face his captive.

"Did you see what was on it?" Mark asked.

"I only saw a singular word: Secrets." Sean responded. As a result, Mark walked around his table and pulled open his drapes and a vinegar bottle.

"It's not just any map," Mark narrowed his eyes at Sean. "it contains all my secrets and the steps I took to get into power," he kept going. "I created this world because kids like you always ruin it, no discipline, no order, everything was chaos."

"You son of a bitch." Sean growled. Mark assumed he was trying to be intimidating, but that wouldn't work, so in fact, it was the next best thing for him to get into more depth, not like the asshole would survive long. He'd burn the map and eventually, Mark wouldn't have to worry about Sean getting the best of him. Grabbing a brush from his desk, he poured some of the vinegar on the maps and brushed it until the words revealed itself.

"It's amazing what a little sunlight and vinegar can do if you put them together, don't you think?" The sunlight touched the paper and instantly the words became clearer. He turned the map around and slid it in front of Sean, who leaned forward and read through it. The secret to the president's power and the creation of a new society. Mark waited for the words to come flying out of Sean's mouth however, Sean remained calm despite the anger presiding in his face.

"You're a fraud!" Sean yelled. "This society isn't meant to unite everyone! You created it to control them!" Mark ordered the people in his office to leave them. Even though the guards hesitated, Mark narrowed his eyes at them. Without arguing, they nodded and left them alone.

"I'm surprised you never figured it out, Sean." Mark walked over to the door and closed it. He turned the key until the doors made a soft click. He made his way back over to the desk and leaned on it.

"You won't get away with this." Sean threatened. Mark grabbed Sean's shirt and forced him to his feet.

"I already have. Everything that I've planned this far has gone all according to what I want."

"I will stop you!" Sean exclaimed. In response, Mark shoved him back onto the couch roughly. Sean whimpered in pain from the impact. The couch had bronzed wood on the armrest and a velvet fabric covered it aside from the backrest. Mark chuckled. If Sean was trying to fight back, it seemed to fail miserably. 

***

Sean would lie if he said that he wasn't afraid. He'd been fearing the worst all day, from the start of him escaping to the exact moment they had captured him. Through all of that, he quit being surprised that Mark had gotten his hands on the map, but everything that he believed in was fake. Mark only created Aventura to gain popularity. If those maps held anything else, then he needed to get his hands on it. Mark walked over to a button on a table, his dark brown hair fell over his eyes and they heard a soft click.

"Fiona, send in the guards." Mark ordered.

"Coming your way sir." Fiona responded. Sean stood, ready to attack. He launched, reaching out with his hands, but the guards came bursting through the door after a few hits. They ran over to him and grabbed his arms before Sean had the chance to get his hands around Mark's throat. Sean yelled and screamed at his enemy. However, all of that was drowned out the minute they dragged him out of the room and straight toward the cells. They walked down the hall with flags embezzled with Mark's face. Sean's face twisted at the sight of him, but the vibe he'd give off was nothing more than pride. They arrived at a large iron cast door. The guard pushed it open with his free hand and dragged Sean down what he assumed were stairs. He couldn't tell the entire room was coated in darkness. Sean tripped over his own two feet, colliding with the guard.

"Watch where you're going!" He exclaimed.

"If you'd turn on a torch, that would be great too!" the guard grumbled and turned on a flashlight. Even with the light on, he could see nothing but oceans of darkness. They walked down the stairs which what seemed forever until they arrived at cells that lined the walls, almost like a prison. Prisoners screamed for freedom and reached out with grabbing hands. It took all of Sean's efforts to step away. They arrived at a cell block that held a blonde-haired girl. Keys jingled as the guard unlocked the cell and removed the cuffs. He shoved Sean in, causing him to stumble and roll. The door clanged shut, leaving him in dim darkness. Sean stood and ran over to the cell door. He pulled and shook the cage, but it wouldn't budge.

"The door will not open." A female voice said from behind. He turned to face the blonde. She'd been leaning against the bars.

"What do you mean?" Sean asked.

"The doors are locked you nitwit, and they're made of iron."

"Well, you don't have to be rude!" Sean exclaimed. "Who the hell are you, anyway? Why did you get thrown in here by Mark?"

"My name is Amy and I wouldn't comply with his wishes." Amy said simply.

"Meaning?"

"I'm twenty years old. He chose my spouse," Amy said. "He wanted me to marry him." Sean stood in shock. He thought Mark was a dick but he hadn't brought up the fact that he'd force some innocent girl to marry him. If Sean could find a way out of the hellhole, then he'd be able to get some help. A thought occurred to him as he believed the girl could help him get away.

"Can you help me?" Sean asked. "Mark is nothing but a fraud. I saw the map myself," he continued and leaned against the bars opposite of Amy. "Do you know if there is a way to defeat him?" Amy placed a finger on her chin, deeply thinking.

"The only advice I can give you is to get out of here," she said. "Get the map and find his brother." Sean narrowed his eyes, wondering where Amy was going with this.

"Why his brother?" Sean asked.

"Because he has some insight into what you're dealing with." Sean nodded his head but looked around the cell block, searching for a way out.

"How are we going to do this?" Sean asked, a smirk appeared on Amy's face as she walked toward him.

"We need the guard's keys," Amy said. "How good are you with pick pocketing?" Sean thought about this for a few minutes. He remembered when he was younger, he had to pick someone's pocket since his father would leave him alone with nothing to eat. "I'll call for the guard and you grab his keys." Sean froze, trying to understand how he was going to get his hands on the key without making a hell of a lot of noise. Amy glanced over at a candle stand and stuck her hand out of the bars. Reaching over, she scooped some wax into her hands and handed it over to Sean. Sean cringed at the nasty feeling that he had. Never really thinking much about it.

"Use this," she said. "It'll keep the keys quiet, allowing you the chance to take it." without his realization. "When you see your chance, run." Sean stepped back suddenly. Even though he wanted to get rid of the president, it took all his strength not to leave Amy.

"I will not leave you." Sean said.

"You are our only hope," Amy said. "Something about you makes me think you could be the one to stop him." Sean sighed and nodded his head. Turning toward the cell bars, Amy spoke to the guards like they were old pals. With the distraction in place, Sean walked over to them and grabbed the keys. Pulling them free from the hook, he placed them in his back pocket. Amy nodded her head. And that same evening with the guards being away, Sean snuck over to the door and unlocked it, pushing it open.