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Fits of Madness

Ch. 6

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The purple eyed ghost flew up to the roof of the prison complex, taking Tucker with her. Within seconds, they had passed through the metal and were back into the air of the outside world. It was evening now, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was almost unnaturally good weather. It was almost unnerving.

"Will you be okay up here?" She asked, unsuccessful at keeping concern from her voice. She felt uneasy, good things never happened when she felt uneasy.

"Yeah, sure. It's not like I'll be up here for too long anyways. You just go and do what you need to do. I'll set up a few things here and get started on my part." He paused, struggling with what to say. "Just…be careful, Sam. He's not the same, you know that."

"Yeah…I know." She bit her lip and her eyes seemed to look far away. With one last glance at Tucker, she passed through the floor and into the stagnation of the prison below.

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The Warden was walking through the halls, making his regular rounds around the prison to make sure everything was in order and to make sure the newer officers weren't goofing off. One was…just moments before. He won't ever make that mistake again. The Warden's lips stretched into a smile. That little bit of fun was just what he needed to brighten up his day. The smile froze on his face, and without any other warning, he tilted over and crashed bodily into the wall.

"Sir!" An alarmed guard exclaimed, running quickly to check his superior's health.

The Warden started to pant, taking in mammoth gulps of air. His eyes bulged and started to roll wildly around in their sockets, losing themselves in the back of his head for seconds at a time. He shot up, sitting against the wall and grabbing the guard's collar in a vise-like grip.

"Help me…" He whispered raggedly, pleading and desperate sounding. His eyes held a crazed look that sent the guard's skin crawling.

"Sir?" The guard asked, mystified and a little scared.

The Warden took in more air, almost choking on it.

"Hel-." He started to say, getting cut off by his own soundless scream.

The guard stared, trying to make sense of the bizarre situation, and trying to not sink into panic. He almost did when the Warden's eyes flashed. The guard shook his head, trying to get the notion that the Warden's eyes had actually glowed out of his head. It was absurd…but then again…so many weird things were happening lately…

In the few seconds that the guard had been lost in thought, the Warden had apparently pieced himself back together. With a harsh yank, he jerked the guard to his feet, as the Warden had already picked himself back up.

"Get back to your station." He ordered coldly, looking beyond furious.

"But, Sir!" The guard protested, wondering about the state of the Warden's mental health.

"Go!" He barked, not in the mood for any type of disobedience.

The subordinate immediately skittered back to his post, assuming his customary emotionless mask.

"Dammit." The Warden muttered under his breath as he angrily made his way to his office.

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If some guard had walked in the Warden's office at that particular moment in time, he would either question the Warden's sanity or his own. For you see, at that particular moment, it seemed that the Warden was carrying on a very heated discussion…with himself.

"This isn't working." The Warden sounded almost monotonous.

"We have to make it work." This time, his voice carried a bit more emotion, in this instance, determination and the slightest hint of coldness. Somehow, at the same time, the voice held a matter-of-factness...

"He's breaking free. I don't think we have enough power to hold him back for too much longer."

"We've done it somehow for the past six years. We'll find a way to make it work. We have to."

"We need a new plan, a better plan."

"We don't have time for that!"

"Have it your way. But I warned you."

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The Phantom lay on the ground, still looking at what used to be his heart. It was little more than a decaying mound of flesh now. His clothes were ripped where he had pulled it out in his rage, and yet the skin beneath had reformed flawlessly. Not even the slightest sign to show that there had been only an empty cavity there at one point. His shirt however, was ruined beyond repair, just pieces of black fabric hanging on for dear life to his torso.

With shaking limbs, he hoisted himself up on his hands and knees, his eyes blank and cold, but still green. His head rose slowly, turning to the side to face the door's small window.

And there she was. The goddess that haunted his memories, his dreams, his fears, and his worst nightmares. The angel that saved him.

Sam.

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I know it's short, and more of a transitional chapter…but I really can't help that much. I'll post again as soon as I can.

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