Alrighty then. I've gotten enough feedback to compel me to continue this story. I'm glad you guys are intrigued. This chapter might be a little dry, mostly explaining what Eugene has become. Don't worry, the plot really begins in the near future. :)

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Down, down, down, down. Eugene was falling. Falling through complete blackness. What was happening? Where was he going? He continued to fall for what seemed like hours. Down, down, down- THUD!

Eugene was suddenly jolted to a stop. He opened his eyes, which he hadn't realized were closed. Wait, how did he open his eyes? He was told he wouldn't be able to go back to his body. Where was he anyway?

He scanned the area he had landed in. It seemed so familiar. Almost like he had been there before... deja vu. He studied his surroundings more closely. It was one large room with a staircase at one end of it, the walls were painted with all sorts of pictures, there was no door, only a window, there was a broken mirror by the narrow staircase, a long, snake-like mass of brown was sprawled across the floor. Looking closer, he saw that it was hair. Then it hit him. He was in Rapunzel's tower.

The first thing he wondered was why he was sent there. Then he remembered, my body! He looked to the staircase. He was pretty sure that's where he had ended up before he died. Sure enough, he spotted a pair of brown, leather boots protruding from the shadows.

He began to make his way over to it, but stopped. If his body was over there, then how was he making his way over to it? He looked down to where his hand should have been, expecting to see nothing, but air. However, he was shocked to find that there was, in fact, a hand there at his side! He had a side too! He had feet! He had a full figure and was wearing the same clothes he had died in. How was that possible if his body was lying on the ground across the room?

He decided to find out. He continued on his way over to his body. He studied it closely. Yes it was him... and just as handsome as ever. If it weren't for the deathly pale cheeks and unmoving chest, Eugene could have sworn that he was only sleeping.

Staring at his body only made him more confused. How was it that he was watching his body, but he had hands, feet, legs, and everything a body was supposed to have. Was there two of him? Do I have a face? he wondered. His body obviously did, but did... whatever he was have a face?

He moved closer to the broken mirror to check. He crouched down beside it and looked. To his shock, nothing was reflected back at him. Not even the hands and feet he had so clearly seen just a second ago. He looked back down and saw his hands, but when he looked back at the mirror, he could no longer see them.

What the heck? Was he some sort of vampire? He had read about those and they didn't have reflections either. He didn't find the thought of drinking blood very appetizing at the moment. Maybe he wasn't a vampire... or was he? Maybe he just wasn't hungry yet.

How could he tell? What else did he know about vampires? They didn't have blood of their own, that's why they drink it. Eugene couldn't tell if he had blood or not unless he...

He delicately picked up a shard of the broken mirror. He expected to feel the cool metal against his finger tips, but he didn't. He couldn't even tell that he was holding anything. Eugene was growing frustrated. Each new discovery he made only confused him more.

Pushing back his frustration, he raised the shard of glass and brought it down onto his exposed arm. The blade went right through his arm and he didn't feel a thing. He stared at the piece of broken mirror in his hand in horror. He tore his eyes away from the object and looked at his arm. The arm, he was sure he had severed off, was still attached to the rest of him and in completely perfect shape, as if nothing had ever happened to it.

Eugene dropped the piece of mirror and stared at his arm, horrified. What was going on? Before he had a chance to try and answer himself, he heard some movement behind him. He whipped around and saw a black hooded figure standing by the window.

Eugene recognized the figure by the glowing purple orb in its hand. "You! What's happened to me?" Eugene asked it.

"You are a paranormal" the figure replied, "An undead spirit, a mysterious figure..."

"You mean, like a ghost?" Eugene wondered.

"Something like that," the figure said, "Have you checked your side?"

Eugene looked at his body, then at the hooded figure. "You mean on my body-?"

"No! On you."

Eugene looked down and saw a hole going through his vest and shirt. He slowly unlatched the vest and checked under his shirt. There was a gaping hole there in his flesh too, as if he had been stabbed. Oh right. He had been stabbed. But there was no blood or any type of gore; just a hole. He looked back at the figure with a questioning stare.

"You are in the exact condition your body is in," the figure told him, "As long as you remain here on this earth, your body will take much longer to decay, but that doesn't mean it won't. You will be able to tell how much your body has decayed just by looking at yourself no matter where you are."

"Naturally, my time is limited to find a way to get into my body," Eugene said sarcastically, "Why can't I just like, you know, get inside it?"

"It won't work," the figure replied, "Your body is still mortally wounded. It cannot survive with such injuries. You cannot live in an injured body."

"Can't I try it?" Eugene asked in an almost whinny tone.

"I am telling you, it won't work," the figure insisted, "But if you so desire, you may try."

Eugene walked over to his body. He was pretty sure he was walking, but he couldn't really tell. Whatever he was doing, it got him to his body's side. He threw a glance at the figure, but it didn't make any movement. Eugene stood over his body, his legs straddling his body's feet. He crouched down and placed his hands behind him, then he slowly eased himself back into a lying position over his body. He laid there on the ground for a minute, unmoving.

He expected to feel somehow different, maybe a little more alive. He decided to try sitting up. He propelled himself up into a sitting position and looked down, but was met with the strangest sight he had ever seen.

His legs were sprawled out in front of him like his body's were, but when he looked back, he saw his upper body still lying on the floor, dead. His 'paranormal' upper body was protruding from his body's waist in a sitting position.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," the figure said.

Eugene got to his feet and stepped away from his body, disappointed. "So what do I do then?" he asked.

"That is for you to find out." With that, the figure stepped back into the shadows and in a purple flash of light, disappeared.

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Ooh what'll Eugene do? What about Rapunzel, what happened to her?

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