Sylvester looked up at the man who had been staring at him for the last few minutes. "I'd suggest that you look some place else."
"What ya doin'? What's all that mumblin'?" the man asked him.
"It's none of your business," Sylvester said.
The man stood up and approached him. "I'm makin' it my business, you fuckin' ..."
"Please, sit back down. Or you'll regret it," Sylvester calmly warned.
The thuggish man laughed. "What you gonna do?"
Sylvester smiled. "Maybe this?" he said, waving his hand.
Suddenly, the man who had been pestering him levitated into the air. He grabbed his neck, trying to breathe, but somehow he couldn't. It was almost like he was being strangled. Then suddenly, his body was tossed aside, slamming against the prison bars.
Sylvester stood up and looked down at the man's lifeless body. "Pathetic." Then he returned to his mumbling.
Soon, he would regain enough power to remove himself from this establishment and have his revenge on Jon Gibson, that teenage boy that had wished him into prison (he wasn't exactly sure that it was Jon who had done it, but since it was Jon who had caught him, it was a good bet). But Sylvester was not so easy to get rid of. And the Amnesia Stone was just the tip of the iceberg. He had many other stones at his disposal and he knew exactly which ones could turn Jon's life into a living hell.
