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Fits of Madness

Ch.2

"Who was that?" one prisoner asked.

The pressure of curiosity had mounted when the newcomer exited the door and headed towards the highest security wing the prison had to offer. As soon as he had gotten out of earshot, a question burst out of someone who couldn't take it anymore. This, of course, had started a barrage of questions from almost everyone, giving the warden a massive migraine.

"Shut up!" he roared. Complete silence followed. No one dared to even breathe loudly. Once the silence had fallen, the warden decided to divulge some information, his reasoning deducing that he would get no peace otherwise.

"His name is Phantom. He will stay in cell X666Z."

He then quickly marched back into his office, the door shutting behind him, helping to muffle the noise of the inevitable clamor that arose. At least this way, they would only make that infernal racket for a short period of time.

"Phantom!" someone cried incredulously, "He's a myth! There's no way that he could actually exist!"

"I knew he existed!" Another shouted in glee, ignoring the shouts of protest from the former speaker.

"He can't! The warden must just be pulling one over on us."

"Are you kidding? The warden doesn't have anything close to a sense of humor! Have you ever seen him crack a smile?"

"Well, even if he did exist, wouldn't he kill us? He's a raving lunatic with more power than ten nuclear power plants!"

A different voice interrupted the feud, "Maybe he's tired of killing. Maybe he's trying to stay sane."

"That monster? I bet it's more like pretending to throw us off our guard!

"Why would he do that? If he's as powerful as you say, he'd have no problem crushing us without all that extra effort."

The debate continued in much the same way throughout the day. By the time the lights shut down for the night, even those in isolation knew what was going on. The general curiosity had even gotten to the usually stoic guards and jailers. All in all, it created a chaos that the warden would rather live without.

The figure was sitting on a standard prison cot, with his back against the stark white of the wall. His head rested against it, and his eyes were closed. It would have looked peaceful, if it were not for the interference of the glowing straitjacket and the harsh sound of his breathing. He started to twitch furiously, and his eyes snapped open. They were not the green color they seemed to normally be. They were a glaring red. He snarled and shook his head, trying desperately to banish the lingering memories that refused to leave him. It was to no avail. He fell to the floor, hitting his head repeatedly against it. Desperation reaching its peak. They came anyway.

A pointed glare. A corrosion of happiness and a bringer of malice

Envy

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A tear flowing down a face like porcelain. A defeated slump in posture. A sob, and and the sound of boots pounding against the ground in a hurried tempo. The echoes slipping further away

Sorrow

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Defiance oozing through chilled expressions. Eyes glaring, flashing looks of a myriad of emotions. Souls quivering in indignation

Anger

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A sigh. Heart-wrenching. A smile that wasn't a smile at all. Despair yet hope

Wistfulness

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A past. Set in stone once its present died. A glance backwards in time, upon mere memories. Heart strangely empty, yet full to the point of bursting. Too many tears, there are no more to shed

Remorse

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A scream. Eyes wide, too scared to cry. Throat clenching. Horrified gasps as air tries to reach the lungs

Terror.

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Sobbing. Tears drenching the floor. Too lifeless to do anything but cry

Heartbreak

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Anger building. Bitterness and malice overriding rational thought. Barbed words. Glares burning with one of the strongest emotions

Hate

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Drops of blood trickle down to form a pool. Ragged breaths shudder through the silence. Anguished eyes look up in horror. A life snuffed like the weakest flicker of a candle flame. A laugh, bloodcurdling, malicious, and maniacal. A dead body on the floor. The sound of blood still dripping

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A wail filled with heart-breaking anguish echoed through the complex, shaking the very building to its core and shocking all of its residents into silence, cowering beneath whatever they deemed sufficient to protect them. Many covered their ears, their clouded minds becoming vaguely surprised as fluid slowly dripped from their ears. Some collapsed in unconsciousness while the others held to sanity for dear life. Finally, the cursed noise stopped.

Three burly men rushed into Phantom's room and restrained the writhing man on the floor while two in lab coats followed behind. They quickly injected a substance into him. He calmed down, his thrashings subsided. The only evidence of the earlier trauma was the rapid movement under his eyelids.

"I think we are in way over our heads here." One of the lab-coated men said to the other grimly.

"I know what you mean." The other answered back, "And the worst part is, I almost feel sorry for the guy."

They both watched Phantom laid on the cot by the guards, with identical expressions of thought and dread on their faces.

"Something is going to happen." One stated.

The other glanced at him, "I know."

And so did everyone else. As they crept out of hiding, no one spoke a word. A big change had taken place, but everyone knew more was yet to come. The question was: Was is for the worse or for the better? The way things were going already, there was no doubt in their minds which one it was.

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