If your special like us phantoms thats when your bad luck begins...test, experiments, being exacluded because your "special". A phantom's job is to protect the human they are assigned to. They are also immortal with no limits. They have interesting powers such as; Strength, speed, invisibility.....stuff like that. Every phantom gets a chip in their brains called SRK-1586 which gives them their smarts, athletic ability, and martial arts skill. The powers themselves , well.....you have to be born with them.
"My name is Raphael Allen and I am a phantom" I said full of pride. "Good" replied our school counselor , Mrs.Wells. She was a nice fragile woman with wrinkly skin and a small body, but don't get me wrong she could snap a couple bones if she needed to...literally...thats her power....to snap bones by concentrating on a bone and your name. She can also control them. So yeah, don't mess with her. "The first step of completing your assignment is to not be ashamed" I was so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't noticed I was triggering my power. I was burning a hole in the table where I sat. My power is to illuminte rediculous amounts of heat from my hands. Hotter than the sun. But the weird thing is the oppisite of what I should do. Usually, to get to a phantom's highest potential of power is to concentrate. But whenever I "accidentally" trigger My power its when I'm dazing off or relaxing or if I'm very Mad. If you can get me really mad or relaxed I can shoot hot liquid (kinda like acid) out of my hands. Mrs.Wells gave me a deep glare which scared the pee out of me then I suddenly spoke up."I'm sorry Mrs.Wells!" darn it.... she did it again.. she took over my voicebox and made me act like a teachers pet. She may break bones but i hate it when she takes over my will to move or talk. "It's okay honey a lot of Phantoms get excited when they recieve such freedom. "freedom" i thought. You see, Phantoms can't leave the premises cause they tend to cause trouble. Lots of trouble. The only way you can leave is if you recieve a assignment to take care of. Only the BEST Phantoms get to leave and of course i was one of them. "Okay Fellow Phantoms! Pick up your license at the office and your 20,000 dollars for your trip. I will meet you at the plane in 15 minutes!". "Oh and Pyro, please please please don't get hot headed". I usually hate it when people call me by my nickname but Mrs.Wells had an excuse. I had a lot of nicknames here at Pht (Phantom) Academy. The worst was skar. It's name applied to the big scrape on the side of my face. It crossed over my left eye, runs across my nose, and ends under my right eye in a big slant. Not a beautiful sight at all. On my way to the plane i stopped by my locker to get a close and well a very personal personal item. My shield called Alpha.-Omega. It had 2 greek symbols of a an alpha and a omega on it. It meant Beginning and the end. Or as i would say " The beginning of your death and the end of your life" because thats what it was if you ever tried to fight me with it. It came to a watch like Perceus Jackson's shield that was made by his brother Tyson. But mine wasn't celestial bronze, MY shield was made out of coal and it shined a black light in daytime. It was sharp on the edges too. I also had daggers. I was an expert at throwing them. I never missed. NEVER. And i plan to keep that up. I was packed with food and my shield on my wrist. 20,000 dollars in my bookbag ready for Miami, Florida.
