Alastor

*Alastor paced back and forth in his cell that was covered in scorch marks. His hands clenched into fists. He was frustrated the scientists managed to limit his abilities {not permanently, it's temporary and can be turned off}. He now could only create small fires. Alastor was still as aggressive and hostile as usual. He muttered under his breath.*Damn this hellhole, I hope they all burn in hell.He hissed. He perked up when he heard guards walking down the hallway, dragging someone.