Rise Of The Phantom

Jail

On the Roid Islands a huge castle could be seen in the middle of it, guards with different kinds of weapons moved around the castle passing different cells where prisoners were locked up. On the outside, in the corridors where multiple people could be seen in prison cells either sulking, sleeping or talking to themselves. As the guards moved around a shadowy figure passed through their shadows stealthily till it reached on a balcony and moved up to a specific prison cell window as it tossed two scrolls through the spaces.

"Quickly learn those skills boy!" A husky grumpy voice sounded out from the shadowy figure before leaving by jumping off the castle and falling into the lake that was below the castle.

In the cell where the grumpy shadow tossed the scrolls sat a young man who looked to young to be in a prison, literally since he was 18 years old. The boy had long black hair and silver eyes that glinted through his long hair that covered most of his face that was devoid of emotion.

The boy lazily picked up the scrolls secretly making sure the guard passed by before quickly opening the scroll and taking a look at it. There were some figures where a naked man stood as his body showed lines and arrows showing in his body moving in a weird pattern.

When the pattern was complete another man the same as the original one appeared beside him. All this was in the form of pictures. "A cloning skill!" The boy bitterly smiled once he saw what the mysterious figure gave him.

He then opened the other school and found a skill with the same manly figure with different powers running through his body and when the pattern was done, knives made of white energy appeared infront of the man with multiple other weapons. "A materialization skill..." The boy smiled. "How extravagant."

*Time for supper!*

An announcement rang out in the entire prison as all the cells opened up and the prisoners got up from their cells and began walking towards the cafeteria where every prisoner ate. "Max won't you eat?" One guard said as he looked at the man who quickly hid the scrolls.

"Am coming Fred, just thinking about something, you don't need to worry about me." Max said as he looked up at Fred with a smile revealing his entire face. A huge scar in shape of a star covered his cheek, he hid the scrolls under his bed before walking out of his cell.

"I know your here on something you didn't do, but don't need to punish yourself ok?" Fred the only guard that cared and understood my situation said with worry in his voice.

"I know Fred I was just thinking about something." I say with a small pout.

"Am 50 years old, but am not that dumb you know, I know when shit becomes even shittier so don't lie to me." Fred said with a small laugh before starting to walk again.

Fred, the only person probably in the world who doesn't believe in the nonsense that put me between these bars. My only supporter and friend. My comforter in grief for the two whole years I've spent in this damp.

I sigh and walk to the cafeteria and welcoming me with a pile of slobber on my plate with a rusted fork. I sit down in my secluded area as I eat the prison food that made my stomach churn just by looking at it. The first day I saw this I puked hard, and it got me a beating I'll never forget.

"Hey Crushed Cheek come here!" I turn on hearing my nick name given to me by my fellow prisoners and I see a familiar tall muscular man with tattoos all over his hands calling me towards him as his friends with what I could say to be faces of idiots smiled at me with smug expressions.

"What do you want Brad?" I say as I walk towards the muscular man who was a known bully in this prison or should I say my personal bully since I stepped here.