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All he saw was black.
Why?
..That's right..
He died.
He..
Died..?
He..
Didn't want to die..
..Didn't he..?
He Started to cry.
As he cried, A whisper carried through The Void, unheard to him.
"Please Don't Cry Child, Your Tears Hurt Me..", She Whispered.
She cradled the crying child in her hands, her hands too big for the eye to see.
"To Young To Heed My Call, A Child Who took The Worst Of The Fall.."
Tommy Felt The Void Shake, and a red tint grew for all he couldn't see.
Most people spoke of the void as place covered in smoke, a black that deceives the human eye.
But all they spoke was a lie.
The Void Is nothing, you cannot see.
Nothing is there, you cannot breathe.
Deprived of your senses, feelings are gone.
You can no longer tell the Night from Dawn.
He Shuddered, feeling a pull on him, or what he called his soul.
He could no longer feel the old, shattered hold.
The tug pulled stronger, and he found himself walking.
A tunnel was formed, The Void not as dark as before.
He kept walking until it was white, only to see a woman darker than the night.
She motioned him towards her, the loving gaze of a mother.
Her voice carried in the non-existent wind, the echo of a voice, one of a friend.
She whispered to him, something he would believe until the end.
"I love you child, and while you are not biologically mine, I want to protect you for all of Time. Will you accept my blessing, and become my child? No more wars to be fought and no more betrayals will be wrought, I will protect you."
He stared. And For the first time in a long time, he trusted.
Tommy nodded. He Spoke.
"Mother."
There was a flash of The Void, then a flash of light.
He woke up in Logstedshire, at the bottom of the tower. He remembered everything bad. Except What his mother told him.
His Hand Was Warm. As if someone was holding it.
He looked Down. He smiled.
The Mark of The Void Was on his hand. His Mother Would Protect him.
He looked up.
Even though his vision was red, he still saw the despicable shade of green.
His least favourite. Lime.
Dream.
And He would pay, once and for all.
Even if Tommy had to fake things.
Fake it til you make it. Or in this case, fake it til you break him.
Tommy floated up. He was Phantommy now.
The Ghost Of Pure Vengeance.
And, believe him when he said it, he would get revenge.
On EVERYBODY who hurt him.
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Angerona Smiled From where she watched him.
He child was now true to himself.
And He would now get the vengeance and peace that he deserved.
She would Make sure of it.
She Was The Void Afterall, Why Couldn't She?