Pain Chapter 2
A/N: Here's chapter two, I hope you guys like it. It's really short, but don't worry, I have a plan.
Dan's POV:
As I walked into my lair for the first time after so long I couldn't help but be relieved that Clockwork hadn't lied. Everything was exactly the way I'd left it. My lair was pristine, as I had never spent much time in it.
My living room with the black leather sofas, giant flat screen television, and pristine white carpet. I looked to the left and saw my kitchen, with a dark brown table and cupboards and my dark black marble counters. I looked down the hall and saw the doors all closed except for one. That was the way I always kept it. There were three doors on either side of the hall. The first two doors always remained closed, they were a guest bedroom and bathroom, the point of them one I didn't ever discuss. The next two were a ghost portal that led to an unused house I owned in Amity Park under an alias, the one across from it was a garage where I kept my Specter Speeder that I could easily convert into a car. The last door to the right was my small bathroom. Finally, the last door to the right was my room. I walked down the hall, almost in a daze, and opened the door, peering in. My circular bed sat in the center of the room with it's black silky sheets and dark red pillows. My windows that were invisible to people outside of the lair were closed and the curtains were drawn shut, just the way I liked it. My dresser, dark as night, sat next to it.
When I was satisfied that my house was in order, I walked to the garage and opened the door, flipping on the light switch. My speeder, sleek and dark, waited for me, just the way it was the last time I'd been in here. I didn't drive it often; I preferred to fly; but it was there when I needed it.
I shut the door, trying to ignore the odd nagging feeling I felt in the pit of my stomach, and walked to my kitchen. Lying on the counter, untouched, was my credit card. It, just like the rest of my house, was black. I had an account under the same name as the house I owned. Let's just say that when it came to money, I had no worries or problems.
Bored and not sure what to do with this new found freedom, I walked over to open the refrigerator. There wasn't really much to choose from, a few Dr. Peppers, some cans of beer, and a carton of orange juice. In the freezer was a bunch of microwave dinners that, frankly, I didn't need to eat. I didn't need to eat anything, seeing as I wasn't alive, but it still felt good to ingest.
I grabbed a can of beer and walked back into the living room, flopping down on my sofa and stretching my arms out behind my head.