Darkness. Darkness everywhere. I couldn't tell if I was asleep or if my eyes were open. To my terror, I forced myself to blink and soon found that my eyes were open. My eyelashes brushed against a heavy cloth, giving me the idea that I was being held hostage. Great. I assumed that I was in this situation because of my book. My brown, leathered, torn, golden-papered book. It had the power to transport the owner to different realms of Earth, which was in its 3035 year. I was amazed that it was still all attached, and not floating in bits into the space in the sky.

I lived in a world called Metaliceth. The whole place was covered in metal. The streets were, the flooring was, the floating cars were and so were the buildings. The people were the only ones who were not. Metaliceth was the second largest realm in Earth, I am pretty sure. It was actually the only planet that never had sun. It was lit up by little blue lights that were hidden in the "nooks-and-crannies" of the buildings and were aligned symmetrically along the flowing street. Humans still have their car-driving skills, but now they drive things called "Motor-flies." They were long, thin capsule like shapes that had two wheels on the bottom and a circular place where a person or two could sit. Mostly, people wanted to fly more than drive. When wished, their motor-fly could sprout wings from its sides and soar into the dark sky.

Our world had a dishearting and powerful government that was often just and terrifying. The main ruler was Lord Raimond Villard. He was a man in his fifties with a strong build and large arms. He had no hair upon his head, which showed how pale a man could really be. Out of all of the eyes that I have seen in my lifetime, Villard had the most strangest and the widest eyes. They were an electric blue with traces of golden flecks that were centered around his black pupil. I swear, sometimes I saw bolts of electricity flash by them. Villard usually wore a loose cape that made him seem like some kind of wizard or monk. He wore a dark green belt around his black robe, which had a golden emblem on the middle. Villard's way of government was that the poor should be the slaves, the middle class should be the workers of stores and the higher class should be able to join the counsel and get every single glorious item they please. Speaking of the counsel, it consisted of Villard and three other cloaked figures. No one knew their names, or what was underneath the cloaks. One wore an emerald green cloak, one wore a royal blue cloak and the smallest one wore a bright orange one. That's all that our conscious minds could pick up, except at four every evening, they would stare out at the city until eight in the evening.

I'm sure you've had enough of where I come from. There are three other universes I must speak of; Earth, Apparatus and Foamlee. Apparatus is a world built for mythological creatures and wizard, while Foamlee is made for sea creatures. Earth is the better bet out of the three, I guarantee.

Now onto something better? Maybe you want to know about me. My name is unusual. My mother gave it to me because I caused so much trouble, uproar and chaos when I was born. I literally managed to knock over one of the class "cages" where they sat the newborns, pull down a woman's top and I sounded like a bomb with my crying. My name is Pandemonium Woods, but most people refer to me as Panda. I was somehow loveable and kind, which was where I got my nickname from. I wouldn't say I was popular or overly attractive, I was just somehow loveable. That's it, alright? I had orange, fluffy hair that cascaded into my matching eyebrows. Unusually, my cheeks were not dotted with patches of freckles, but I did have overly pale skin. My eyes were a silver/blue, which matched my world humorously. I was tall, maybe six feet and I had to admit that I was skinny. Not like a stick though, Just enough so that I wouldn't e considered "fat" or "chubby." I was born on May 20th, 3026 meaning that I was 19, going on 20 in five months.

I used to have a family. No, I'm not an orphan, When a family member moves or dies, it feels like the family has a missing piece of the puzzle that holds us together. My mother died two years ago from a surprising heart attack when we were in the middle of my little brother's "fly-ball" game. She was only 56, and we believe that she already had a bad diet, which was consisting of a lot of salt and sugar. I was devastated when I found out. My mother meant the world to me, and I miss her dearly. One more thing. Flyball is a new generation of baseball, but it involves just a ball. You use the power of your mind to power the force of how far it will fly. It's pretty neat.

The cloth was yanked from my face, pouring yellow light into the darkness. I grunted and tried to put my hands to my eyes, but they were tied tightly to the back of the wooden chair where I sat. As my eyes got used to the light and the block images became objects, I found myself surrounded by men in black tuxedos. One of them, the closest to me, bore a small hand-gun pointed out at my head. Some people were too weird.

"Mr. Woods," a man spoke, with blonde hair and cold, blue eyes. "You are finally awake."

I snapped my head towards him, making sure he saw me roll my eyes.

"No, really?!" I said, sarcastically. "And call me Mr. Bond, because that's how I feel right now." The blondie looked irked. If only my sarcastic-dripped voice would cease to exist, maybe I would exist longer.

"You possess something more powerful than anything the counsel has seen. It could be conditionally dangerous and it could destroy Lord Villard's wishes if it could," the blondie went on, snapping his finger. A man with a box approached, opening the top with a single hand motion. My leather book was in view, alone, cold. Please excuse me. I am quite strange.

"Great. Then I should continue to use it," I replied, coldly as I stared at my book.

"To convey the message," the blondie ignore me. "We will destroy the menace book in front of your stupid, useless eyes. We might as well kill you afterwards."

"All this trouble for my book? Man, it's famous," I mumbled under my breath as they began to light a match. Unfortunately, the book was set on fire immediately. Fortunately, they forgot about the bond between my book and I. The book was not burning, which is when they realized something was wrong. If they didn't realize something, then maybe they would when the book flew behind me and began to burn my bondages. In seconds, I was out and kicking those who tried to attack me. I hated fighting, but hey. Some days you needed to just kick. I seized the right time after I practically knocked everyone out. I took out my lead pencil and drew ten stick figures, which would represent the tuxedo men, and then I drew vines attacking them. Slowly, it worked like a charm. The vines sprung from the walls, choking their throats and spilling blood out onto the white flooring. I held my breath, closing my eyes so that I would not see the massacre in front of me. Then, I peeked out and saw the remaining bodies. Softly, I smiled.

"Don't mess with me. Mess with someone your own size."