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Chapter two:

Phantom blinked once and then twice as realization sunk in.  In his arms, a young teenage boy (with stunning blue eyes he mentally added) had fallen unconscious.  Not to mention that said boy is still bleeding in other parts of his body and is need of medical help.

Yes, this was indeed a predicament.  Phantom was or is still in hiding from god knows he escaped from.  Hence why, he did not reveal much of his physique to the public and why he kept wearing cloaks.  His favorite black cloak that he is wearing right now was quite ruined thanks to a certain enemy he fought earlier.  Plus, the blood from the said boy stained the fibers of the cloak (even if it was black and the red blood isn’t visible)

“Shit…!” Phantom mentally cursed as he tried to make a decision fast whether to take him to the hospital or take him home and treat him himself.  Not that he doubts his medical skills, living independently has its own quirks, but then again he didn’t want to risk the boy’s life.

Actually, he could just phase in the young boy inside the hospital and leave him there without being seen. He’s a ghost, so he could just go invisible.  The only problem is that he has reached his own limits already so he doesn’t know if he could actually be able to go invisible and take the boy to the hospital.

He fought “Skulker” and to other ghosts prior to that battle with Skulker. He barely had enough energy to actually take the boy to the hospital which was currently at the other side of the town.

On the other hand, his home is much nearer compared to the hospital. He could ask for Ms. Grey’s assistance, even if she loathes him, but when she sees this young teenage boy she’ll forget about it and tend to the boy’s injuries.  (But with the occasional “Did you do this to him?” accusation)

Deciding that taking him home was the only choice he could do right now, he gently picked up the boy in his arms carrying him like a bride. Why he chose to carry him like that, he doesn’t know.  All he could think of right then was to hurry home and get this guy treated.

Using the last bit of his strength, he paced through the streets ignoring the fact that his hood is loosening its tight hold on his head.  He was glad that the streets were empty at night.  He didn’t want to attract attention.  He is trying to avoid any attention focused on him after all he is…

“Don’t let him get away!!”

“Capture him alive!!”

He brushed the voices away from his head as he walked through the empty streets while carefully maintaining his grip on the boy in his arms.

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Finally after what seemed like it lasted for hours but only lasted for ten minutes, he arrived at his so called home. His home turned out to be one of the abandoned houses located at the other end of the city.

The house was supposed to be condemned but due to him occupying the building as its new owner (and scaring the hell out of the workers trying to condemn the building, that he had fun doing) it was let go and was known as one of the haunted places in the city.

Opening the door with his keys (apparently he still keeps it lock for some reason), he went inside the room revealing a tidy and yet somewhat cozy living room.  Despite its horrid appearance outside, it was well maintained inside. Really, looks can really be deceiving.

Ha laid the boy as gentle as he could at the couch and proceeded to call a certain someone on the phone.  After waiting for a few seconds, he was offered with a muffled groan at the other end.

“What the he—Do you have any idea what time it is..?!”  Phantom flinched as he heard the screechy voice at the other end.

“Yeah, but I need…you to come over, it’s an emergency.” He replied to the voice at the other end, and emphasizing the word “emergency.”

This earned a grunt and the sounds of shuffling off a bed sheet from the other end of the line.  “This has better be an emergency, if you know what’s good for you..!”

“Just come over… and hurry, we don’t have much time!” Phantom shouted through the phone as he glanced over to the boy who had his breathing changed from soft breathing to ragged ones.

“Alright,  already…!” Then the phone was harshly slammed against the table at the other end earning a painful groan from Phantom as he rubbed at his buzzing ear that had heard the slam.

After using the phone, Phantom quickly hurried to the kitchen and proceeded to heat some water using a tea kettle on a stove. (1) Then, he gathered up all the bandages he had in stock, some towels and cold water and went back to the living room where the injured boy was located.

He settled the things he got on some nearby table and proceeded to take off the boy’s shirt.  Phantom was shocked to see some bruises and some cuts around the boy’s body.

“Who did this to you…?” Phantom whispered as he felt rage and pity dwell in his body.  He felt rage because he doesn’t like the weak being bullied by the strong.  Not that the boy was weak, the bruises present at his body indicated that he was able to fight back somehow.

“He tried to defend himself…?”  Phantom looked at some of the bruises and they were located at his forearms and elbows.

He then felt pity and wondered why anyone would want to harm this boy. Not that he would know if the boy was innocent or not but just looking through his sky blue eyes…

“Help me..”

And that desperate plea for help told him otherwise.  He scanned through the boy’s body looking for something that he can treat first until the person he called can get there.  Going back to the kitchen to see if the water was heated already, he heard some knocking on the door indicating that the person that he was waiting for had arrived.

“Phantom, you better be in there and not playing some sick joke on me or else…!” Not to mention, her screechy voice that echoed through the silent corridors of his house, contributed to her arrival.

Phantom quickly ran towards the door of his house and flew open the door revealing a tanned skinned brunette wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt and an orange skirt. The young brunette also carried some sort of metallic board underneath her right arm.

“Okay, what is your emergency..?” The young brunette narrowed her eyes as she went inside the room.  Her eyes didn’t remain narrowed for long as her eyes quickly widen when she saw the poor boy on the sofa.

She quickly hurried to the boy’s side and began to scan through his upper body.  She faced Phantom again to open her mouth and say something but Phantom quickly answered her.

“No, I’m not the one who did this to him. I don’t know what happened too. I will explain later how I found him.  And….right now, he needs treatment.  I can’t believe I’m saying this but I need you to help me treat him.”  Phantom said as he glanced from the young brunette to the not so peaceful sleeping boy on his couch and then back to the young brunette.

The young brunette merely nodded and agreed that the boy’s life is more important right now other than answering the other questions she had in mind that Phantom didn’t answer for her.

“This is going to be a long night…” Phantom thought as he and this young brunette proceeded to treat the boy of his injuries.

Description
Chapter two:

Phantom blinked once and then twice as realization sunk in.  In his arms, a young teenage boy (with stunning blue eyes he mentally added) had fallen unconscious.  Not to mention that said boy is still bleeding in other parts of his body and is need of medical help.

Yes, this was indeed a predicament.  Phantom was or is still in hiding from god knows he escaped from.  Hence why, he did not reveal much of his physique to the public and why he kept wearing cloaks.  His favorite black cloak that he is wearing right now was quite ruined thanks to a certain enemy he fought earlier.  Plus, the blood from the said boy stained the fibers of the cloak (even if it was black and the red blood isn’t visible)

“Shit…!” Phantom mentally cursed as he tried to make a decision fast whether to take him to the hospital or take him home and treat him himself.  Not that he doubts his medical skills, living independently has its own quirks, but then again he didn’t want to risk the boy’s life.

Actually, he could just phase in the young boy inside the hospital and leave him there without being seen. He’s a ghost, so he could just go invisible.  The only problem is that he has reached his own limits already so he doesn’t know if he could actually be able to go invisible and take the boy to the hospital.

He fought “Skulker” and to other ghosts prior to that battle with Skulker. He barely had enough energy to actually take the boy to the hospital which was currently at the other side of the town.

On the other hand, his home is much nearer compared to the hospital. He could ask for Ms. Grey’s assistance, even if she loathes him, but when she sees this young teenage boy she’ll forget about it and tend to the boy’s injuries.  (But with the occasional “Did you do this to him?” accusation)

Deciding that taking him home was the only choice he could do right now, he gently picked up the boy in his arms carrying him like a bride. Why he chose to carry him like that, he doesn’t know.  All he could think of right then was to hurry home and get this guy treated.

Using the last bit of his strength, he paced through the streets ignoring the fact that his hood is loosening its tight hold on his head.  He was glad that the streets were empty at night.  He didn’t want to attract attention.  He is trying to avoid any attention focused on him after all he is…

“Don’t let him get away!!”

“Capture him alive!!”

He brushed the voices away from his head as he walked through the empty streets while carefully maintaining his grip on the boy in his arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Finally after what seemed like it lasted for hours but only lasted for ten minutes, he arrived at his so called home. His home turned out to be one of the abandoned houses located at the other end of the city.

The house was supposed to be condemned but due to him occupying the building as its new owner (and scaring the hell out of the workers trying to condemn the building, that he had fun doing) it was let go and was known as one of the haunted places in the city.

Opening the door with his keys (apparently he still keeps it lock for some reason), he went inside the room revealing a tidy and yet somewhat cozy living room.  Despite its horrid appearance outside, it was well maintained inside. Really, looks can really be deceiving.

Ha laid the boy as gentle as he could at the couch and proceeded to call a certain someone on the phone.  After waiting for a few seconds, he was offered with a muffled groan at the other end.

“What the he—Do you have any idea what time it is..?!”  Phantom flinched as he heard the screechy voice at the other end.

“Yeah, but I need…you to come over, it’s an emergency.” He replied to the voice at the other end, and emphasizing the word “emergency.”

This earned a grunt and the sounds of shuffling off a bed sheet from the other end of the line.  “This has better be an emergency, if you know what’s good for you..!”

“Just come over… and hurry, we don’t have much time!” Phantom shouted through the phone as he glanced over to the boy who had his breathing changed from soft breathing to ragged ones.

“Alright,  already…!” Then the phone was harshly slammed against the table at the other end earning a painful groan from Phantom as he rubbed at his buzzing ear that had heard the slam.

After using the phone, Phantom quickly hurried to the kitchen and proceeded to heat some water using a tea kettle on a stove. (1) Then, he gathered up all the bandages he had in stock, some towels and cold water and went back to the living room where the injured boy was located.

He settled the things he got on some nearby table and proceeded to take off the boy’s shirt.  Phantom was shocked to see some bruises and some cuts around the boy’s body.

“Who did this to you…?” Phantom whispered as he felt rage and pity dwell in his body.  He felt rage because he doesn’t like the weak being bullied by the strong.  Not that the boy was weak, the bruises present at his body indicated that he was able to fight back somehow.

“He tried to defend himself…?”  Phantom looked at some of the bruises and they were located at his forearms and elbows.

He then felt pity and wondered why anyone would want to harm this boy. Not that he would know if the boy was innocent or not but just looking through his sky blue eyes…

“Help me..”

And that desperate plea for help told him otherwise.  He scanned through the boy’s body looking for something that he can treat first until the person he called can get there.  Going back to the kitchen to see if the water was heated already, he heard some knocking on the door indicating that the person that he was waiting for had arrived.

“Phantom, you better be in there and not playing some sick joke on me or else…!” Not to mention, her screechy voice that echoed through the silent corridors of his house, contributed to her arrival.

Phantom quickly ran towards the door of his house and flew open the door revealing a tanned skinned brunette wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt and an orange skirt. The young brunette also carried some sort of metallic board underneath her right arm.

“Okay, what is your emergency..?” The young brunette narrowed her eyes as she went inside the room.  Her eyes didn’t remain narrowed for long as her eyes quickly widen when she saw the poor boy on the sofa.

She quickly hurried to the boy’s side and began to scan through his upper body.  She faced Phantom again to open her mouth and say something but Phantom quickly answered her.

“No, I’m not the one who did this to him. I don’t know what happened too. I will explain later how I found him.  And….right now, he needs treatment.  I can’t believe I’m saying this but I need you to help me treat him.”  Phantom said as he glanced from the young brunette to the not so peaceful sleeping boy on his couch and then back to the young brunette.

The young brunette merely nodded and agreed that the boy’s life is more important right now other than answering the other questions she had in mind that Phantom didn’t answer for her.

“This is going to be a long night…” Phantom thought as he and this young brunette proceeded to treat the boy of his injuries.