Hector Sinistro should have known that Zick's power was far too strong to be contained in any simple box. In fact, he did know. He doubted that anything was capable of holding even a fraction of that power besides the original vessel - the boy himself.
Hector had been at the very center of the phenomenal explosion when the box containing Zick's dom energy burst. How he survived, he still didn't know.
He had wanted it so badly. The energy, the power it was capable of, that the boy was still capable of, made him tremble with desire. He'd been trapped in that damn dom box for so long, to finally make it out and discover the powerful gem waiting right in front of him, in the very house he'd been imprisoned in. If only he'd realized it at the time, he mused. From the point that he'd first seen Zick's power, Hector Sinistro had considered himself a very lucky man.
Even now, lying on the sandy shore he'd washed up on after the explosion, with half his face melted off and the rest of his body terribly scorched, he considered himself lucky.
The physical pain was mitigated by the burning sensation he felt in the pit of his stomach. The overwhelming yet airy sensation he knew by the name desire. Desire for strength, power, and fame. He loved the duplicity of it. It's lightness and it's burden. As he mused over the irony of the boy and his desire, a booming, guttural laugh escaped his charred lips. The effort of it weighed heavily upon his exhausted, maimed body, but didn't diminish his elation in the slightest.
He knew why he'd failed, too. The tantalizing taste of power made him stupid, made him play his hand early, without proper planning. It'd always had been his downfall, if he was being honest with himself. That's how he'd been imprisoned by Zick's grandfather in the first place.
But no, he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He'd tried doing it the fast way, relying on a rag-tag bunch of incompetent black tamers, and look where that got him. The boy probably thought he'd lost his powers now, probably couldn't even see monsters. Hector grinned, imagining the boy's misery now that he was without the world of monsters. He knew that Zick would suffer now that he was out of the loop, no longer a tamer, no longer a part of the secret world of monsters.
This time, he'd be patient. He'd wait a lifetime for the right moment to grab the boy if necessary. He wanted Ezekiel Zick, and this time, he'd get the boy at any cost.
