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Tom Riddle sat in the small room. His mind wandered to the time that he had been evil. So long ago, it seemed. For that matter, it had. In the year 2000, he found what he had been looking for. Immortality.
It was a curse. Now he would gladly give it up. The price of immortality was staying in this small room for all eternity. And it wasn't a "leave and start ageing again" type of stay in the room, it wasn't even a "leave and die immediately" type of stay in the room. It was much worse. It was "no way out" type of stay in the room. Worse still, he no longer had magic.
As far as rooms go, it was rather nice. Six by six seems small, but if he wanted to run, the floor would move, so he actually did run. Anything he wanted suddenly appeared on the table, except living things, and food (not that he needed it) could be ordered however he wanted it.
Sure, he had been angry at first. But then again, that was when he was still evil. The years had taken that out of him. Not that his ego wasn't intact.
One, or all, of the walls would show him whatever he wanted. Anything. He even got it with sound. His ego liked this a lot. He fancied himself a sort of god, watching everything that happened. Not that he actually was, but it was a thought.
So, getting back to the not evil. What happened? Time - nothing more, nothing less. That is, if you didn't count a full six billion years as just time. Six billion years had passed, alone in the room.
Sure he was crazy sometimes. Solitude like that would play mind games on anyone.
And his regret over all the lives he took also made him crazy sometimes. Especially what he did to Harry. Took away his family. Let him live with those muggles. Tortured him. Killed his . . .
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Suzan looked through the window into the white padded room. He son was in there. Insane. Wearing a straitjacket. He didn't move much. Every now and then he would rock back and forth. He had to be feed. His mind just didn't control his body. And hadn't since he was a small child.
He had seemed conscious once, and only once. He didn't know his own name, Ryan Jones. But she knew that his mind was active. For when he was conscious, that one time, he called himself Tom Riddle, said that he was a wizard, and that he had just achieved immortality.
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Tom Riddle sat in the small room. His mind wandered to the time that he had been evil. So long ago, it seemed. For that matter, it had. In the year 2000, he found what he had been looking for. Immortality.
It was a curse. Now he would gladly give it up. The price of immortality was staying in this small room for all eternity. And it wasn't a "leave and start ageing again" type of stay in the room, it wasn't even a "leave and die immediately" type of stay in the room. It was much worse. It was "no way out" type of stay in the room. Worse still, he no longer had magic.
As far as rooms go, it was rather nice. Six by six seems small, but if he wanted to run, the floor would move, so he actually did run. Anything he wanted suddenly appeared on the table, except living things, and food (not that he needed it) could be ordered however he wanted it.
Sure, he had been angry at first. But then again, that was when he was still evil. The years had taken that out of him. Not that his ego wasn't intact.
One, or all, of the walls would show him whatever he wanted. Anything. He even got it with sound. His ego liked this a lot. He fancied himself a sort of god, watching everything that happened. Not that he actually was, but it was a thought.
So, getting back to the not evil. What happened? Time - nothing more, nothing less. That is, if you didn't count a full six billion years as just time. Six billion years had passed, alone in the room.
Sure he was crazy sometimes. Solitude like that would play mind games on anyone.
And his regret over all the lives he took also made him crazy sometimes. Especially what he did to Harry. Took away his family. Let him live with those muggles. Tortured him. Killed his . . .
+*+*+*+*+*+*+
Suzan looked through the window into the white padded room. He son was in there. Insane. Wearing a straitjacket. He didn't move much. Every now and then he would rock back and forth. He had to be feed. His mind just didn't control his body. And hadn't since he was a small child.
He had seemed conscious once, and only once. He didn't know his own name, Ryan Jones. But she knew that his mind was active. For when he was conscious, that one time, he called himself Tom Riddle, said that he was a wizard, and that he had just achieved immortality.
Review, please. If you want to adopt this, or any other, just ask.