A/N:[I'll just say that this is my first story and I may not be the best writer but oh well] (._.)... Hope ya enjoy^w^
"BOOM!!!". Lightning thrashed through the sky as cold needles dove down upon the manor.
Through a window, a man could be seen sitting in a luxurious chair in front of a large fire. Its light dances all over his room. All over his fine furniture and fabrics, as well as rhe big walls which surrounded him. He was dressed in a white robe and wore a worried expression. His brows were knitted and his hair had ruffles even though it was styled to be slicked back.
The man had a cold sweat despite the ongoing heat the flames provided for him.
In his hands he held a small piece of paper, which he figited with nervously. He also held a newspaper, reading about the latest move made by the "Messorem". "It can't be him. No its just some joke", the man grumbled. He held up the letter and read it again for what seemed to be the hundreth time. He began to tremble as his eyes followed the words on the crippled parchment.
"You shall pay for your lies"
Was all that was written...
The wealthy figure scoffed, having had enough of this nonsense and threw the letter into the fire.
But as soon as he did so the powerful cold came in, blowing the fire out. The wind howled and rain drenched the soft carpet. He fell out of his chair in surprise but became petrified as soon as he saw a dark silhouette come through the window.
The silhouette was tall and slender, his whirling cloak seemed to dominate and show superiority over him. He tried to back away from the silhouette but failed miserably and whimpered silent please. "It's you... Stay away. STAY AWAY!" The silhouette stepped closer to the cowering fool and spoke in a soft yet demanding tone.
"Doctor...", he began. "I assume you know why I'm here?".
A/N:[Plz tell me what you think ( ><)]
