The Broken Green

Grass sat alone in a damp and dark jail cell, his hands cuffed together so he couldn't even rub his face or scratch his head. His bloodshot eyes reflected the dim light of the cell, and he had a small cut on his cheek from the rough handling of the guards. His back ached from being hunched over for so long, and his stomach grumbled in protest at the lack of food.

Grass looked up as he heard footsteps approaching the cell, holding his breath and bracing himself for the worse. The guard opened the cell door and stared down at Orange, a sadistic and cruel look in his eyes.

Grass tried to speak but the guard just yelled at him in an unintelligible language, his voice echoing off the walls. Orange's eyes widened as the guard grabbed him roughly and started to drag him towards the door. The guard's grip was tight, and Grass felt the metal cuffs dig into his wrists and he felt helpless, unable to fight back...

As the guard pulled him out of the cell, Grass saw an opening! The guard's grip was tight, but Grass managed to wrench himself free from the guard for a moment and managed to get one of his cuffed hands loose. The guard was taken aback by Grass's sudden burst of strength, and Grass didn't waste a second to try and escape.

As he stumbled free of the guard's grip and started running down the hallway, he heard the shouts and footsteps of the guards as they gave chase. Grass was determined not to let them catch him, and ran as fast as he could...

And as Grass ran, he suddenly felt a rush of power and strength within him. The shackles of his imprisonment, both physical and psychological, seemed to disappear as a surge of energy and adrenaline coursed through his body.

As Grass's aura activated, a bright Green lighting energy surrounded him, and his hair turned to black. As Orange looked behind him, he saw the guards had fallen back, startled by Grass's sudden display of power.

This was Grass's chance, and he wasn't going to let it slip free...