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The silence of the sterile room is so loud its deafening only occasionally being broken by the rhythmic drips of my own slowly drying blood and viscera strewn around me. While the room is all a hazy blur, my mind clouded and unfocused. Blood loss and pain make it impossible to focus. Despite it all, the memory of being caught is clear as day in my mind.
One moment I'm so free soaring among the clouds, enjoying the short trip back after a fight. Feeling the wind flow around me. It was a stupid decision in all honesty. The ghost security had been increasing for weeks, constant patrolling and stronger weapons. Stronger than I could handle. The pin was horrible and yet it's a small amount to what they have done now. How could I have been so stupid. Practically putting myself on a golden platter for the vile behavior of those psychopaths. Even the smallest of ghosts were retreating. I should have taken the hint. Yet I was overconfident believing it wouldn't happen to me. How could one of the strongest, fastest and most elusive ghosts be captured?
Everyone knows how cruel they are, it didn't matter what was in the way. Human or ghost the G.I.W. was always relentless in getting what they want, nothing was too harsh. Constantly injuring innocent civilians in their pursuit. What could they do about it? Sue a government division? Yea right good luck with that. Fight back? They are more powerful than anything you can do. It's just best to stay out of the way. All the while being needlessly cruel to all ghosts. Some of which I have saved myself I should have taken the hint.
Yet I'm neither or maybe both? The great Phantom, the ghost who couldn't be caught would be different, right? Yet here I am laying on a table no one will save me like I saved others. I’ve taken far more torture now then any human could ever withstand. Being cut into pieces, beaten, shocked. Anything their sick scientists could think of. How could that even comply with the goal of research and elimination they claim to have.
Despite it all this finally feels like the end. Bleeding out on a cold metal table really was not the way I thought I would die. After all I’ve done. Having both saved the world from destruction, and ending the world reducing it to near ashes. Although the latter didn’t happen in the current timeline.
This was what became of the Phantom of amity park. Just simply reduced to nothing but a bloody pin-cushion for the government to have their way with, before leaving him to his end in a sickeningly sterile room. I wonder if anyone is watching or will notice when I'm gone. The bright white light is finally fading, without the strength to close my eyes it had become blinding.
At least I won't have to bear through this pain anymore. Hopefully everyone would be okay without him, as darkness covers everything. A calm washes over as he feels himself fade away.
Suddenly a searing hot pain brings him back to consciousness. His many wounds burn with searing electricity. Did they really need to get in one last cruel act? Why can't I just die peacefully? My eyes shoot open, greeted with a matching colour, pure neon green. Fanged mouth locked into a silent scream of pain. I haven't felt pain like this since…since I…since I died.The moment feels endless yet it's over in an instant.
A loud thud echoes out, body slammed to the ground greeted with sickening cold metal once again. The wounds still throb with pain but there are no longer restraints tying me down. Am I really so weak they no longer consider me a threat?
Once the ringing stops a recognizable wine echoes out. It's different from the set of weapons he's been constantly abused with for the past…how long has it even been? Looking up only to be greeted with what caused all this to begin with. Green eyes snap open revealing the familiar sound of…The Fenton portal? Could it be the same portal? Regardless, the color tells him where it will take him. Telltale of the bright green of the infinite realms or as humans call it the ghost zone.
Thunderous footsteps echo down the stairs. Who was it? The Fentons? G.I.W. agents? It doesn't matter he can't take a fight in his current state. With only a moment to decide. Either stay in the human realm, one that never truly wanted him when human or ghost. Or the infinite realms, sure he had more then enough enemies there but none near as cruel as people or humans he had to face only hours ago.
With confidence in the decision a black and white blur launches through the portal the familiar sound of the zone infiltrates his ears. Now in a realm with those who wouldn't judge purely on what he is, may have a lot to fix. Both in terms of relations, and his aching body. While I have forever to do so, well humans can only last so long.