Author's Quick Note:

Hi guys! Listen, after looking this over I realize that this prologue is kind of vague and hard to understand and weird. But TRUST ME! It all makes sense in a few chapters, just bear with me! I'm trying to make a better Prologue but it's gonna take time. I NEED YOUR SUPPORT! (Also, sorry about the spelling errors. I grew up in Italy and they have different rules when it comes to spelling!) Ok? So, If you want, you can skip this chapter all together and just get to the story. This is probably gonna be re-caped in a better way later on anyway, I just thought it was a cool way to start it up. So...Yeah...

Sorry about that. Enjoy!

"The Chronicles of Life and Death"

Prologue

"And who knows? Starting a new journey might not be so bad. Or maybe it's already begun."

–Kairi "Kingdom Hearts"

There was a time, not very long ago, when things seemed so much brighter. When the existence of the children and their so-called "imaginary friends" were full of excitement, laughter, and happiness. It was a time when both worlds seemed to be in harmony and balance. When both LIFE and AFTERLIFE, seemed to be a dream and not reality, the way it was SUPPOSE to be.

I can never forget that day; when that dream was forever shattered and was replaced by an eternal nightmare of oblivion and suffering.

It was the 4th Of September, almost 7 years ago. A kind of Carnival was being held in the city. A celebration of a sort; it was on that day 500 years ago that a being, known as a "Sinjix Notawa" appeared and saved the world. It was a festival of happiness, laughter, games, and fun.

There were so many colors, sounds and people. Children of all ages with their special friends, playing games and not having a care in the world. Streamers and lights of all colors draped the streets and shops of every shape and size; it was as if all the colors of the rainbow had spilt down on the city.

The kids were so happy. All of them had their on life-long friend, each with their own unique-ness. Some friends had no skin and bones clattered instead, some had fangs, and some even didn't look human at all. But there was ONE duo that stood out as the most unordinary and the most known pair of them all.

For the kid's whole life, the friend was always there. They were inseparable. Like a bond between siblings, Teacher and Student;

Master and Apprentice

Both of them were enjoying themselves, the friend was using his magic to levitate them both above the crowded street and to the city square, where the fireworks were to be the most visible. The crowds of people, with the noise of cheer, and the display of colors would take away the breath of the living. Everyone had a simile on his or her face.

Everyone but one.

The Teacher looked sad as the kid watched from the roof of a house in the square. As if a memory of this event brought nothing but sorrow and suffering to the world. The colors and sounds didn't make HIM forget what happened on this day. He felt as if he was the only one who remembered.

The kid turned around just before the mayor of the city came into the square. Looking for instruction from the teacher. Instead of seeing the familiar look of deviousness in his eyes, SHE saw a sad depressing FEELING come over her as she saw the look he gave. He didn't notice her slowly turn around and continue to watch the preparation for the grand finale.

But before the fireworks went off, the brother scooped the little sister up and rubbed her head. The 9 year old squirmed to break free and laughed as he said that she should be brushing her hair instead of looking so miserable.

But the misery was about to get worse.

A cold feeling suddenly popped into the very being of the crowd. Even the duo on the roof felt the ice chill seep through to their center. The city fell silent, no one moved and the lights suddenly started to fade. As quickly as the chill set in a siren began to sound, red lights replaced the colorful ones; the city that had been so cheerful and happy a few moments ago was thrown into chaos.

The kids didn't know what this meant, but their friends were begging them to go home and that they couldn't explain why.

But the duo remained still on the roof, frozen in time.

A woman broke this spell. A strict woman, cigarette in hand yelling at the Teacher "THEY FOUND IT AND SHE'S NOT READY!?" he looked back at the kid and replied "M.O.S.S REMEMBER?!"

"YOU NEED TO HURRY!" the woman warned them both. Casting her cigarette away and suddenly vanishing in a puff of smoke.

The girl had no idea what was going on. Until he explained that their world was under attack, and THEY were the targets. She took her friends hand and started to run through alleyways, jumping over fences. She saw things robed in black, catch people in nets and other things, others fought off the robed attackers with tools. Some even with swords.

But the duo was being chased themselves, by more then 20 of those things. All of them had nets and other crude things to catch the duo. The people who stood in the way were pushed aside and caught by other attackers. One of which was a friend of the girl's, sword in hand, told them to head for the door up ahead and he'd buy them time.

The girl was so confused. Why were those THINGS after HER and her FRIEND? She noticed then, as she looked around the narrow strip that looked over the city and led towards a door, that those things were after the friends of the children!

She realized that it wasn't HER they were after, but her friend. Her life-long friend.

He seemed to realize that at the same moment. As they both leapt through and shut the door behind them they could hear crying and screams. The feel of terror kept them.

They both looked around, they were inside the girl's closet some how. She went to get up and open the door but her friend pushed her down. She looked at him, he told her, with fear in his voice "Stay here, and don't move". He put on a gray hat and opened the door. He stepped out of the closet and closed the door. Leaving the girl in darkness, alone.

She suddenly heard a great struggle; things being broken and knocked over. She could hear him give off a good fight, but then she heard a yelp. He was hurt! She tried to open the door but found it blocked. The sound faded and as a door closed the girl finally got her door open.

Her room was in shreds, bookcases knocked over and a lamp was broken. It was empty. She flung the door open and raced down the stairs to the outside world. She stared at a van with bars on the back door shut by a blacked robed man with black hair.

The girl knew this THING. She hated him forever after she saw her friend behind the bars of the vehicle. The man and several others who were robed got into the FRONT of the van and started the engine.

The girl raced to her bike and began to give chase. She saw several other vans join the one with her friend inside, all being chased by other kids on foot. As she saw one kid fall in the dirt, something BURST within her.

Energy

Or something else.

It began to rain and she began to pick up speed, incredible speed. She pushed a whole van out of her way as she gained on her friend with the rain poring down on her. She leapt onto the narrow ledge of the back of the van and began to slam her fist against the door. Surprisingly it was giving way, she was too much in desperation to think twice about her sudden strength.

She finally got a small hole enough to put her hand through; she looked though and yelled for her friend. He yelled back, saying that he would try to reach her, he was chained up.

They both reached for each other, if they could just lock hands then he could use his magic to get out of there. He took off his hat and used it to get a better reach. The girl stretched as FAR as she could, desperate to stay on the fast moving vehicle in the rain. She finally griped the hat and started to pull his hand to hers.

Suddenly there was a BOOM and a FLASH of light. The girl felt as if a great SHOCK had electrocuted her body and she was flung off the vehicle and rolled on the road. She could hear a voice screaming her name as she finally stopped beneath a streetlight. She weekly raised her head out of the mud and blurrily saw the van race out of sight. She pounded a fist on the ground and started to get up.

But when she tried to move her legs. They wouldn't budge. It was that moment she realized, he was gone. For the first time in memory, She was alone. She screamed his name over and over again, tears streaming from her eyes. Until finally she collapsed, on a cold, dark September night in the middle of a storm, on an unknown street,

And for the first time

Alone.

Years later, the girl woke from her nightmare of that day. She could feel emotions of that event building up.

She needed to remember this. She couldn't afford to forget again.

She literally, rolled out of bed, and crawled into her wheelchair. She griped the handles of the chair in anger. Those THINGS took everything away from her and left a 9-year-old girl on a city street ALONE and paralyzed from the waist down during a thunderstorm.

She wheeled over to a writing desk that faced a dark window.

She took out a pen and paper

And began to write about that night.

Disclamer: I don't own Beetlejuice sadly. But if I keep my fingers crossed, I may some day!

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