My names Phantom. I don't know much about me, though. All I know is that my name's Phantom and I'm part ghost. Usually, people in white suits would loom over me. I was strapped in a cold, hard table. Then, pain. Lots and lots of pain that I just wished I would die right there and then.

I couldn't remember my past. Nothing. Even if I tried, everything's a blur. And my head would hurt so much. Like something's preventing me to remember. Sometimes, images flashes in my head.

A big, fat man and a slim woman. Then, a shape of a girl with long hair, a boy, then a girl with shorter hair. I can't see their faces. Only their shape. So it's pretty hard. I sometimes wish I knew who they were.

You all thought that my half life is easy. But it's not. I don't know how long I've been in a cold, hard cell. I don't know if it's been months now. Maybe years. But people in white suits would come in and give me little food. Just bread and water. That's all. They would sometimes bring me pills. Then, they sometimes make me fall asleep. I woke up strapped on a table with people in white mask and coats. Holding sharp objects. After that, lots of screaming and unbearable pain. So. Much. Pain.

I've always wore a worn out white long sleeved covering my hands, white baggy pants, and grey boots. They were blood stained and the chest area were sligthly ripped. My hair wasn't pure white. It was dusty and messy. My glowing green eyes were dim. They weren't glowing at all.

So from then on, I've lived in a life of pure hell. I just wish somebody could save me. I've just wanted to die and forget the pain I've felt.


'Days turn to months. Years have passed by me. I'm all alone. With no one by my side.' (A/N English lyrics for Kokoro made by Razzy)

I kept singing that phrase in my head. I forgot where I knew them. But I just did. That simple phrase is perfect for my situation now. I'm really all alone. I have no friends. I don't know anybody.

Why is life so cruel? It wasn't fair... Life isn't fair...

Sometimes, I wish I had a daddy... A mommy. A big sister. Friends I could count on. Tears slid down my cheeks as I desperately tried to remember.

"Gaah!"

I clutched my head as a sharp pain erupted. Once the pain eases, I leaned back on the wall and sighed in defeat. This always happens whenever I tried to remember. Always a fail. Always pain. It wasn't fair! Why do I always feel pain!? Why can't I be normal living with a normal family?

My eyes tightly closed as tears fell again. Then, something flashed in my head. I could see him perfectly.

A well-built man with green skin, white flaming hair, fangs, and gentle red eyes. He wore a black and white suit with black gloves, white boots, a ripped cape, and a white DP on the middle. Somehow, I saw that emblem before.

He seemed to be smiling sadly at me and held out his hand. In a gentle voice, he calmly said, "Danny... Let me help you..." Then, he disappeared. My eyes shot open and I shook my head. Who was that? He oddly seem familiar...

I felt afraid yet relieved when I saw him. His aura was mixed with a little destruction and a lot of regret. Why is that? Did he did something wrong? Should I be afraid of him? Thousands of questions ran through my mind. But I only pay attention to one.

Who. Was. He?

Darn! I can't even remember those people and now him? What is wrong with me?

"Phantom."

Speak of the devil...

A man in a white lab coat holding a syringe came in, "Let's go, Phantom."

My eyes narrowed. No... Not again. I don't want to do it again. Never. I can't let them do this to me!

With narrowed eyes and bared teeth-almost sharpening- I growled out to him, "I. Don't. Want. To!"

Without a second thought, my nails grew into long claws and my teeth grew fangs. All the while my eyes glowed a dangerous green. With one last scream from the man, I lunged at him. Blood splattering everywhere.

Dead. I can't believe I just... I killed him...

I backed up at the dead agent. His chest was ripped open and blood pooled below and on top of him. I looked at my blood covered hands. Instead of green with red ectoplasm on my shirt, it was now pure red. Pure human blood.

My superhuman hearing caught the sound of footsteps. My eyes narrowed and I ripped apart the metal collar on my neck that prevents me from using my powers. Without a glance at the dead man, I turned intangible and phased out of the room and out of the building.

A smile appeared on my face as I felt the cool breeze of the gentle night. But then, my face fell and a single tear slipped down.

"I just killed a human..."

No! I shouldn't pity the one who causes paint to me! I must never trust anyone!

Oh, who am I kidding!? I. Just. Killed. A. Human! A human for Pete's sake! As I flew, I looked at my bloody hands. The claws slowly getting smaller. I could also feel my fangs getting smaller too. Darn it. Why can't everyone leave me alone!? Why can't I just die or maybe be left alone in a room- NOT a cold cellar! Why can't I have someone there for me? Now because of my anger and fear, I killed an agent.

I'm in a lot of trouble.