Dan

From the corner of my eye, I spotted a darkly tinted window and immediately shot towards it at top speed, charging a blast in my tight newly-freed fist before slamming it into the window. In the darkness of my shadow, a scrawny scientist, sitting less then two feet from my attack, banged his head on the keyboard before falling limply out of his chair, out cold.

Several other scientists in the darkened observation area dropped whatever they held and ran screaming from the room. Leaving him and three other scientists, hiding their faces behind clipboards and files. I put both hands against the blast-proof barrier with a angry sneer. That wizard's bravery was infecting the others. Though obviously frightened, that was the first time any others had dared to stand their ground.

"Percival, It's staring at us." I could just make out the brunette woman's words through the glass.

"He's curious." My handler answered, not a single twinge of fear in his voice.

"Then why did It come for us?" A pudgy man whimpered behind a handful of papers.

"For the last time, Albert," Percival stated "Daniel is male, not an 'It'."

I floated back, arms crossed over my chest. I glanced down at my domed cell to see what exactly I was up against. It looked about 1/4 miles in diameter which, while a great improvement over my last holding facility, still meant I was confined to a specific area after ten years of roaming where I pleased as I pleased. The ground was covered in grass and clumped areas of trees, a fairly good place to hide from the ever watching eyes of scientists. Of course, that meant I couldn't burn it at will. Oh, well...

I aimlessly drifted passed a waterfall as I scoured my new cell, looking for even the slightest weakness to exploit. There were a few islands, floating at various heights leading up to just below a much larger version of that Ecto-Siphon thing hanging from the ceiling.

I charged a fair-sized ball of energy in my hand and waited. Strips of green energy peeled off and drifted up into the siphon. Great... I was floating barely half-way up from the ground and the machine was able to whittle my attacks down to half their size in seconds. Lord knows what would happen if I touched it, or even got too close to it.

I sighed at my predicament. At some point between going back in time to ensure I would exist in the future and my defeat at what was essentially my own hands, my life became some unseen force's bitch. And I'm not happy about that.

As I looked down, contemplating whether I should destroy the island below me, I noticed a black door peeking out from behind the floating rock as it drifted slowly through the air. I glanced around, spotting several doors; three or four the same shade of purple along with a yellow and a brown one. This was meant to simulate the Ghost Zone, I thought, and that meant there was a good chance the doors went somewhere. Anywhere would be better then a place I knew a small army of nerds was watching me through the spaced-out observation windows that formed a broken-up ring in my 'habitat'.

I dove down to the black door and opened it. The first thing I noticed is the uncanny resemblance the room had to my old bedroom of my youth. Only the bed was sideways, up against the wall in the corner with black covers decorated with the golden star and swirling waves that made the Veneficus Science logo. On the opposite wall of the bed was a TV, that I idly flipped on and off just to make sure it was what I thought it was.

What I later found out to be the computer was sitting on a dark brown wooden desk. It was just a regular keyboard, wireless mouse and a black half-circle that projected the screen like a hologram. I thought that if I could get to the internet of the human world, I could find some outlet from my aggression by toying with my past self, telling him I knew his secret, demanding random acts to appease me into silence. A small way to relieve pent up aggression, but at least it was one.

My thoughts were interrupted by a rather pleasant one. I closed the door so I was inside the bedroom standing in silence as I thought. There were no windows on the walls, just a blue-green colored wallpaper, a clock, and a bookshelf of various topics, but no window. I wasn't been watched.

A quiet tap from above proved me wrong. I groaned and looked up to see people quickly shuffling off the transparent glass they stood on. "Of course." I stated out loud, half to myself, half to the scientist gazing through the clear-glass ceiling "I forgot how I needed to be watched... all the time!" I slammed the door open, not bothering to close it before taking off to the brown door just above.

I simply backhanded it open and was greeted with a contemporary styled kitchen separated from a small living room by a counter and stool. I put my face in my hand, so many things just hitting ever sour note they could in my mind. I had destroyed so many homes that were designed just like this. Now, I was forced to live in them. I never told them about my past as ether hero or villain. Not one thing about where I came from or what I've done. This was definitely the work of Karma.

I browsed around, finding only the one-way mirror in front of the counter/table and well-stocked cabinets, another larger TV, couch, another bookshelf and a radio. It was beginning to annoy me that I couldn't find anything to help my escape, but then again, these people had proved to me repeatedly they are not fools.

After seeing some scientist noting my mild curiosity in my new cell, I left. I hated, and still hate, that no matter what I did, they analyzed my every move intensely.

It was sometime in the evening when the scientists abandoned the observation stations after I wasted an afternoon lounging in the forest, away from prying eyes, after giving a few more doctors a violent near-encounter. The bright light that filled the dome had been dimmed to twilight brightness when I got up off the branch I perched on and decided that if one of the purple door held nothing that could help me get out of this damn hellhole of a laboratory, I would burn whatever was in there.

I threw the door open, charging a blast in my hand ready to incinerated what I half-expected to be some sort of laundry room.

I really didn't know what to make it at first. It was a rectangular box, about five feet long, made of the transparent unbreakable glass that made the window of my exhibit. The box rose up to the ceiling with a circular opening that lead to a pipe made of the same thick glass.

"No." I told myself . I rose up to the start of the tunnel, for a better look. The pipe went on for several feet before splitting into a pipe going down and a pipe going around a corner to the right. It was just big enough for me to fly through with about a foot in every direction. "No!" I shouted "I refuse be put in a hamster trail!"