Hello all, and welcome to my latest story! This is going to end up one of three things.

A one-shot trailer to a series that I will later write.

The first story of the mentioned series

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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BESIDES STEELE!

Location: Huntsville, Texas

Date: April 27, 2014

In the legendary Huntsville Prison, there was once a single cell. Now, being a prison and all, the area contained many cells. But this cell was quite different. In this particular cell, there was a man contained inside, but this was no ordinary man.

The man sat on his bed, his head engulfed in his hands. He wore a plain orange jumpsuit, the stereotypical uniform for any incarcerated man.

He looked up at the wall, revealing a pale face, dark brown hair, and sapphire blue eyes that seemed to peer into ones very soul.

An officer of the law then approached the man's cell, and gave the prisoner an expression of contempt before speaking.

"Matthew Steele, aka Prisoner 24-1B, it is time for your execution by method of the electric chair."

Steele, which was the name he preferred to go by, grumbled angrily as he stood up from the position on his bead.

The pathway to the execution room was white, long, and narrow. To Steele, the whiteness of the walls seemed to symbolize all of the blood that was about to be spattered all over them.

Whoever had decided on that color was a shit head.

Finally, Steele and the officer approached a plain-looking brown door, which obviously led into a room. There were no windows, probably to give the person who was being killed some privacy. Steele chuckled at the thought. As if someone dying cared about privacy!

The officer slowly opened the door to the room, and violently pushed Steele in, causing the younger felon to fall down. Steele grunted as the officer began to laugh hardily.

"We have to give you some insult to injury Steele. Die feeling like a fool."

Steele narrowed his eyes, and stood up. Without even pausing to look back at the officer, Steele briskly walked over to the resident electric chair, and sat down comfortably. The officer strapped him in the chair, as a tall man holding a clipboard entered the room. The man sighed, adjusted the glasses he wore on his face, and spoke menacingly.

"Matthew Coriolanus Steele. You have been sentenced to die due to fifteen counts of armed robbery, three illegal weapons charges, two counts of capital murder, and one count of vehicular manslaughter. Do you have any final remarks before your execution?"

Steele kept his sapphire blue eyes narrowed. His mouth curved into a snarl, and Steele spoke, a hard rigor in his gruff voice.

"Yes I do. My name is Matthew Steele. I am twenty-four years old. I am about to die. I am guilty of all I am charged with. I hold no remorse for what have I done. I wish I could've died fighting, but that seems that will not be the case."

Steele paused, and the executioner cleared his throat before speaking again. "Will that be all?"

Steele shook his head. "No. I have one more thing to say to the two of you."

The executioner held his hand on the lever, waiting for Steele to finish up.

"I'll see you again in hell…LET IT RIP!"

The execution pulled the lever down hard, and millions of volts of electricity began to shoot directly through Steele's body. The pain was intense, but he would not cry out, and he would not go down easy. Through all the pain, the suffering, and the noise, Steele finally decided to try to cry out.

"FU-"

Then, there was nothing. Nothing but pure blackness. Steele could not see, he could not hear, he could not speak, and he could not move. But then…there was something.

Steele suddenly felt his eyes flutter, and he found he could see again. He was floating, looking just as he did when he…died? There was the same black expanse surrounding him, and there was no gravity to limit him.

Steele grumbled in annoyance. "What a lovely purgatory. Guess hell was just too good for me."

Steele was not expecting a response, but one came nonetheless. Steele could not see the voice, but it was most certainly there.

"No. You should consider yourself lucky, Matthew. You have been given another chance."

"Chance? What chance? I don't need another motherfu-"

The voice interrupted the dead man. "That will be enough, Steele. You will be given another life, in another place. You have been given a shot at redemption boy, use it wisely."

Suddenly, Steele felt massive rushes of pain spread quickly throughout his entire body. He held out his arm to find that there was fur growing at a wildly fast pace, tearing off his human skin in the process.

His fingernails transfigured into sharp claws that quickly retracted into his hands, which were now slowly becoming paws. He felt his entire torso begin to compress into himself. His ears felt more swollen than they ever had been before.

Steele's nose was shrinking and then it widened slightly. The dead felon suddenly felt himself slam into something face-first. He tried to think of what he had fallen into, but he was unconscious before he could finish his thought.

Unbeknownst to the passed out "man", a large rock formation jetted out of the ground in the distance, dominating the surrounding Savannah biome.

Well, that is going to be all that I am going to write for now! As I mentioned previously, PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO LEAVE ME REVIEW! If I feel I get enough reception, I will try to continue this sage whenever possible. Until then, take care and thank all of y'all very much for reading. Bye!

-Tex-