How I would've finished the story, Pt 2

A squad of camouflaged soldiers hiding in the corners of the room picked up Kane's collapsed body, immediately putting gel-laced handcuffs on him.

This specific gel could absorb an immense amount of manilium before it reaches full capacity, making handcuffs utilizing it effective on a Manalite.

Kane's father lies bleeding on the couch. As two men lower him into a bodybag.

They stuff Kane's sleeping body in a van, and drive him away.

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He wakes up deep underground in a familiar boxy room. With a familiar District Commander standing over him.

The older man lets out a sigh.

"I wish I could say I'm surprised, kid. I'm not going to ask why you did all this, but tell me..."

Kane gave him an eyeless glare. He felt more vulnerable than ever without his magic.

"Why'd you... no, that's not the right question. Hmm..."

"When did you guys figure it out," Kane spoke shakily.

The old man looked at his watch.

"When you admitted to it an hour ago. If you're asking when we thought it might be you, it was when you developed a weird habit of turning invisible right as district commanders started dropping like flys. Only the ones in your district too. It's a shame you're still a kid, if you were more experienced and had more range, we might've been crippled before getting even the slightest clue."

"Though it's not important, tell me Kane. Was I on the bottom of your list out of respect? Luck? Hatred?"

Kane stayed silent for a minute.

Slowly, he opened his mouth.

"Is my family alright?"

The commander coughed. "I asked first kid."

"I left you alive out of reluctance, I guess."

The commander nodded.

"I see... I'm reluctant to do this too."

Kane felt a sharp pain in his thigh and let out a yell.

He couldn't see it coming at all without mana. The pen that was now buried a full inch into his formerly bulletproof skin.

"Don't worry Kane, you won't bleed out under my watch, your father wasn't given the same treatment though."

Kane let out his choked up yells. "I'll fucking kill you, I'll tear your eyes out with your own fucking ribs, I swear to god I-."

Some tape was slapped hard onto his mouth.

"Ah, sorry, I'll be covering your mouth for now. Ever hear of speed tape, Kane? We'll probably need to tear off your lips to remove it, but oh well."

The commander turned around. "And don't worry about being tortured or something. I don't think you're in the right state of mind to give us accurate information. We'll hold you in isolation for a few months, put you through a private court case, and hopefully you'll change your tune."

Kane was shaking his head violently trying to get the tape off, but all of his strength was sapped.

"If your tune isn't changed by then Kane... I'll be signing your death certificate with that pen in your leg."

With that, he yanked the pen out and left.