Tenth chapter, and so far not bad. Anyway, let's celebrate it by giving reviews and your suggestions! Also, don't forget to read my new fic, "Behind the Forest"!

It was pitch black, like the darkest night the Earth could ever had with no lights were on. That was what Randy thought when his eyes fluttered open, staring at the blank black space around him. He got up from his lying position, puzzling about his whereabouts.

'Already wake up, hmm, sonny?' a voice suddenly spoke, making him to slightly jump. 'W-who are you?' the boy asked, looking around with alarmed eyes. 'Behind you,' said the voice and Randy turned his head but he saw nothing. Something, a bunch of keys, Randy thought, was jingling; the sound spooked him a bit. Suddenly, two white eyes with no irises appeared from the deep darkness and he shuddered in fright. He knew those pair of eyes, and the person.

The Sorcerer.

'How're you now, young man? Feeling good?' the old wizard greeted. Randy could sense he was putting a smile as he talked, trying his best to make a casual conversation with him.

Who didn't even have the slightest idea that he was actually the Ninja, his worst enemy.

'Yeah,' Randy finally replied after a while gazing at the Sorcerer's blank eyes, 'a bit.' 'Good, because we have something to talk about,' said the Sorcerer.

That sent the kid gulped in horror. What did the most badass villain in Norrisville want from him? Did he already know he was the famed hero of Norrisville? Oh, wait. The fallen hero of Norrisville, he thought resentfully, remembering the Robo-Snake that sent him into disgrace.

'You probably have heard of me, didn't you?' the Sorcerer asked. 'Yes,' said Randy with an awkward nod. 'You're the Sorcerer, doing wreck havoc using people's negative feelings. Right?' he added in a nervous laugh, in case the man was suspicious with him.

'Smart lad,' he heard the wizard's weak yet thunderous voice. Randy let out a relieved sigh, glad that his secret was still safe and sound. 'So you must have known what I'm going to say in a moment.

'I heard your woes today,' the Sorcerer started. 'They aren't the ones I have been hearing for centuries. Those shrieks of misery, the pain of humility, cries of getting disgraced...I felt it was like the purest misery one had ever had.

Randy began to feel irritated with the man opposite him. Talking about his misfortunes to him as if they were his form of entertainment; if he had known, he would shut the wizard's mouth the second he spoke.

'For that, I think it's best to approach you using my gem here.' A whoosh suddenly rang inside whatever they were now and the faint grey glow in front of the Sorcerer's eyes made Randy to realize it was the black stank he'd saw in Norrisville High, trapping him inside its giant dome. He backed away as it quietly approached him and circled him, illuminating his frightened face to the Sorcerer for a while before it went back to its owner. The chains that linked to the handcuffs around the wizard's bony wrists shimmered as it moved.

'W-what do you want from me?' Randy asked, his voice quivered when he said. 'Nothing much,' replied the Sorcerer, his white eyes fell onto Randy's sapphire blue ones. There was a short silence before he continued, 'Let's make a deal.'

'A deal?' the teen repeated. Despite the poor lighting around them, he could see the Sorcerer was grinning at him, revealing his sickly yellow teeth.

'You have suffered much earlier today by those people who taunted you for your disgrace. I am deeply sympathized with what you've faced. I will let you to have this power of mine for you to do whatever you want to them-' the robed man pointing towards the black stank that was now swirling around him '– and in return, you will help me to do something.'

'What is it?' the boy asked even though he had already known what the Sorcerer's request was. The white-eyed smiled cunningly and spoke: 'Create chaos for me. Make them as much as you can, until this prison of mine shattered to pieces and I will escape from it!' His voice echoed around the room.

Randy's heart sank when he heard it and he lowered his head, not wanting the Sorcerer saw his doubted look. He was torn between his choices. Closing his eyes, he tried to think which option was better. Agreeing with the wizard, he will be a bad guy. Disagree: get prepared for the ultimate welcome party by Bash Johnson and everyone in Norrisville High the moment he set his foot into the school the next day.

He could hear their voices rang in his head, getting louder and louder in each second. Their hoots, jeers and laughter banged his brain that the rush of anger almost overtook him. He gripped his hands so hard his knuckles went white, shaking feverishly.

Suddenly, a click entered his mind and his eyes flung open; why can't he do it? Not everyone was good. There will be moments when people had had enough and will do whatever they can to seek one thing:

Revenge.

A wicked, small grin eventually crept into his visage. Of course, that would be wonk, working with the Sorcerer, but Randy had no other choice. He faced the old wizard again, who apparently was waiting for his answer and said, 'I...agree.'

The Sorcerer's smile widened and he was about to speak again when Randy interrupted, 'But you must allow me to have your stank forever when you're finally free, Sorcerer. Are you OK with that?'

The former was surprised, especially when he looked at the boy's eyes; they were now ruby red instead of his pair of blue eyes he'd seen just now. He felt strange with it, yet again his joy shooed away his doubts. "Finally, someone I can hope for my freedom rather than those two!" he thought happily.

'Fine,' he said. 'You're in. After all, that was what I'm going to tell you.' His black stank went towards Randy again, who this time was excited with its sight and the cloud swirled around his wrists.

'Don't worry, Sorcerer,' Randy told the Sorcerer as he stared at the stank; his eyes glinted beneath his dark hair, 'you can count on me. I promise you won't regret your choice to give me this.'

'Very well,' said the old wizard, pretty much satisfied with the kid's words. 'You better get ready, young man. The deal will start...Now.'

Without warning, the black stank made its way into Randy's body, suffocating him and once again, he was on the floor. He could feel it traveled to his heart, which hurt him to death. In the terrible pain, he saw his schoolmates' faces swam before his eyes, howling with laughter.

'All of you...will pay on what you've done,' the boy muttered in full of hatred; his eyes shone balefully before he let out a cry of agony and finally passed out, seeing the Sorcerer's pair of white eyes slowly consumed by the darkness.