Phantom
Prologue
He opens his eyes, and yawns; the scenery has not changed. He is in the same sealed sanctuary that he was before. Waking, sleeping, what difference does it make? He could die, attempt to stain the floor, and fail at even that. But then he thinks, and realizes, he wouldn't be able to do even that. No, that silly mortal wanted him to simply stay down here…stay and atone.
He won't do that, though. Atonement to him means giving up, dying, losing…and he is a sore loser. And yet…what else is there to do. He sits there, on that circle which so binds him to the cold stone room. There is little light, the floor is cold, and should he place a finger one inch outside of the circle, pain shoots through every fiber of his being. He shifts his weight, and the chains on his arms and legs clink together.
They're heavy, they're cold…there are so many reasons he could list to explain why he hates those chains. But what he hates all the more…no, he despises it. Yes, he despises this fact with his heart and soul…the Fentons, the family which had sealed him away those years past, now lived right above his cell.
He falls backward onto the stone cold floor, caring nothing for the impact of his head hitting the ground. He simply stares at the blank ceiling, imagining, thinking, plotting. His sworn enemies are right above his head. Worse still, he can't get there. He can't even see them. But he can hear them from time to time. This is not one of those times.
He turns over on his side, and sighs. If only he could reach the outside world somehow. Whatever happened to that girl who swore to be his assistant no matter what? Pandora…that was her name. Rather cute…for a human. No doubt she was already dead. Long gone. And he would live on…and on, and on…it really stunk being immortal. Well, in this case, anyways. He has eternity to think, to plan, to plot, to scheme, to…crap. He scratches his head. 'I ran out of synonyms.' He thinks.
Pandora. He sits up, and looks around. No one's found the sealing chamber in thousands of years. He didn't think they'd find him by just this. He clapped his hands together, and began to softly chant something, his hands softly glowing green. Oh, look, they almost matched his eyes. The glow disappeared, and he shakes his head. If that didn't find Pandora…he might just kill himself. With a spork.. Yeah…that would work. Right?
Meanwhile, across town…
She woke up suddenly, panting. A strange dream had suddenly entered her head…she was standing next to the oddest man, and she was dressed so strangely, too. Almost midevil clothes! She looked out the window, wondering what it could mean. And as she stared, a voice echoed in her head. "Come…Pandora. Come."
A/N: Who is Pandora's reincarnation? I'll let you guess. Yes, I'm evil, aren't I?
