I will return

3

Two months had passed since my fall, two months of confinement and humiliation. The day of the trial had finally arrived, and the morning cold in the prison made me feel smaller than I already was. My former henchmen, those traitors, had been tried separately. Each of them received lesser sentences, just twenty years. They at least had a chance to get out, to rebuild their lives, but for me, the story was different.

I was alone. No one stayed by my side, not even those I once trusted. And to make matters worse, they assigned me to a cheap lawyer, a skinny guy with glasses who seemed more concerned about the dirt on his suit than about my case.

The courtroom was empty, save for a few guards and the judge. Mistery Inc. hadn't even bothered to come testify. What were they doing? They solved another damn mystery! My blood boiled every time I thought of them, laughing at their victory while I stood here, awaiting a trial that I already knew how it would end.

My lawyer walked into the room, adjusting his glasses and flipping through his papers with a nonchalance that made me want to jump on him and rip those useless documents out of his hands. I sat next to him at the defense table, looking at him suspiciously.

"Listen, lawyer, I need you to get me out of this. You can't let them lock me up, you hear me?" I told him in a desperate whisper, trying to make him understand the seriousness of the situation.

He barely looked up from his papers, nodding absently. "Yes, yes, sure... we'll see what we can do," he murmured lamely."You have to do something! "I can't spend the rest of my life in prison!" I insisted, fury growing in my voice.Finally, the lawyer looked at me, but his expression was one of pure resignation. "Look, Scrappy, things aren't looking good for you. "I did what I could, but there's not much to do when all the important witnesses are busy hunting ghosts."I looked at him with pure hatred. "That's all? Is that your plan? Leave me to rot here while they go about their lives as if nothing had happened?"

"Scrappy, I'm not a magician. The case is lost. "I suggest you prepare for the worst," he replied, before ignoring me again.

My heart was pounding with rage, and I felt like the entire world had turned against me. The traitors, my henchmen, had received lesser sentences, but I... I was destined to be buried in this prison forever. And that useless lawyer wasn't even going to lift a finger to help me.

The trial moved quickly. With no witnesses on my behalf and a lawyer who seemed more interested in his next meal than my fate, the outcome was inevitable. When the judge finally pronounced my sentence—life in prison without the possibility of parole—I felt the ground crumble beneath my feet.

I looked at my lawyer with a hatred so intense I could almost feel it burning in my chest. "You're going to pay for this too," I whispered, my voice dripping with venom.

He didn't even flinch, he simply put his papers away and left the room, leaving me alone in the middle of a void that seemed to absorb everything. He was condemned, betrayed and forgotten. But if he had learned anything in all this time, it was that revenge is a dish that is served cold. Someday, somehow, all those who failed me would feel my fury.No matter how much time passed, no matter how deep the prison they buried me in, I would find a way to make them pay. Mistery Inc. was on top now, but they didn't know what awaited them. I would return, stronger and more ruthless than ever. And when I did, no one, not even those miserable researchers, could stop me.