ive been wanting to write a chapter of what it was like to be with phantom. hope you enjoy my chapter.

Chapter 9: Profiling the Undead.

Reuben's POV

This kid is insane! He goes from calm and collective to psychopathic in seconds. The albino kid looked my age, his body was skinny and his limbs weak, but he could throw a hard punch, the dent on the sliding door was hit so badly the door had to be replaced.

He had bad habits and refused to have the radio on until he woke up from his day slumber. Getting used to his bizarre sleeping patterns was difficult, I had to stay up for twenty-four hours before he hand-cuffed me to the back seat and placed a shock collar that would knock me unconscious, I hadn't tried that out and I dint feel like trying anytime soon. He would place this rag in my mouth that tasted like car oil and smelled even worse.

We had left the state a few days ago, and were halfway through Pennsylvania, knowing that Danny's family had a rich friend that lived in Wisconsin he would most likely know how to get to the Fenton's.

The albino says his goes under the name of Phantom. Phantom has a tendency of leaving me locked up like he does when he falls asleep, wakes up and leaves the van, the locking of the door symbolises that he will leave me for a while. He does this every three days and is gone for an hour, he returns with his shirt rumpled and bundles it up, he has red stains covering his chest and pants, it took me a while to know that it was blood.

Sometimes it was all over his face and red patches in his white hair. He always had a sadistic pleasure glint in his eye, and would smile innocently, his blood stained teeth gave him a malevolent aura.

Some days he would try to be more social, and tried to be friendly. Sometimes if I behaved we would leave the van and get snacks thanks to Phantoms strange ability to control people's mind.
When we were in contact with others he would act with amiable and deceit, flirting with girls with pious promises.

How they find him attractive is beyond my imagination. May it be because I know what kind of person he is, wondering if he is either a necrophiliac, mass murderer, or a rapist. But he never talks about anything inside the car.

I question Phantom's sanity, he acts sane and like any normal teenager but his eyes are hiding promises. He looks at adults with disgust and malice. His actions with children are very different, he adores any child he meets, helping with anything they wanted.

Phantom has very different views than mine, he is probably psychologically damaged. He views children with awe and happiness and adults with such extremity that I can only describe it as demonic hatred.

When he catches me staring his eyes sharpen and change in a darker - yet glowing - shade of red and bulges would show in his mouth, deep growling would escape from his throat, it was a death threat, he would also grow like this when he saw adults and when they got to close.

One time some people early twenties were laughing about and one shoved a guy into Phantom, and that will be something ill never forget.

Flashback

We were in the middle of a bookstore looking for books on different states we're likely to run into and which is the quickest way to Wisconsin, because Amity Park isn't very well-known and most can't understand where it is.

Phantom was benevolently asking the woman for the quickest routes when they were done talking Phantom became a mute and didn't speak a word. I was scared of him intensely. Who wouldn't if they were forced to drive a serial killer to a small town. I knew my cousin lives there and is good friends with Danny Fenton but I never get around to telling him.

"What would you like for lunch, you deserve some good quality food rather than chips, pop and candy?" his voice sounding hoarse as if he was in the middle of a bad cold.

"Im desperate for a steak," he nods lightly, not uttering a word. He walks towards the supermarket into the food section, and I knew something bad was coming, but I kept my mouth shut, knowing it liked to get me into loads of big trouble. He nodded his head towards the meat, telepathically getting the message he wants me to choose. I grab the biggest one and on our way to the frozen to get some fries a young group of people are joking about.

Phantom completely ignores them as if they are evanescent from his mind. when It goes badly wrong when one boy shoves another into Phantom knocking him to the floor. The anger in Phantom's eyes were completely naked to the world, and I guess his hidden emotions get the better of the usually apathetic albino.

"Watch what you're doing you fucking pathetic Homo sapiens," Phantom hisses Venomously. The boy was pushed into Phantom got up quickly after hearing Phantom's tone of voice. He held his hands up in an 'I surrender' pose, but did nothing to sooth Phantoms fast growing rage.

"Dude it was just an accident. I didn't expect him to land on you," the young dark-haired man who was finding the dangerous situation rather ridiculous.

"Really, I find that hard to believe!" phantom spat. His raised voice catching attentions of other shoppers and making me feel embarrassed to be anywhere near him. "Jesus Christ , calm down!" Phantom's red eyes narrowed into thin slits, causing a temperature decrease. "I did not ask to speak! Do not speak unless I tell you!"

The dark-haired man scoffed at Phantom, I think I was the only one who noticed Phantom's gloves ripping open around the fingertips, showing sharp grey claws growing in place where is fingers were previously.

He walked over to him, but he was a blur when he moved, he was right in front of the young man's face, knowing now I needed to get Phantom out of here before he hurt someone. "Phantom I think it's better if we leave now, don't you?" I ask faking a calm voice. He didn't budge. Phantom and the man having a glaring match, of corse Phantom would win, he had his ways. He pushed the man into the shelving whispering words that I could only barely decipher.

"I will kill you, if you dear to back chat me again. I'm your worse enemy, I have my ways of punishment. Even if I have to tie you down and rip your essence from your very body. Yes im cruel, yes im ruthless, and..." he places his hand around the man's neck. "... yes I will be the death of you."

He never spoke about him once afterwards, the only indicator I had that Phantom had done something is that the same young man was found with a ripped neck and broken spine.

End

To most everyday people Phantom just looks like a troubled teenager, but what most people don't know is how many skeletons are in his closet.

hope you enjoyed. i loved writing this chapter. ive been sick like hell lately and ive been figuring what to write up. and this popped up!