Ch 1
Zebedee was tossing and turning.
It was the middle of the night. He had been having sleep problems since after his friends had stopped Zeebad.
He had only confided his problem to Sam.
In his dream he was in darkness. A fog of dark mist was surrounding him.
"Let me take over you Zebedee, let me out. You could be free of the pain. Just trust me." It told him.
Zebedee felt afraid.
"No I won't let you! Only light is in my heart. You only come out when I brood." The Magical Springer told it.
The fog laughed as it went into Zebedee's heart….
He woke up sweating.
"Just a bad dream again." He told himself as he bounced into the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror and freaked out. His face looked like Zeebad's with glowing eyes.
He calmed down and got back into bed.
Zeebad cackled as he watched his enemy sleep.
"His depression is beginning to take over. Good! He'll be like me in no time." He thought as he fell asleep…
The next day Mr Rusty was shocked at Zebedee as well as the others.
He was wearing a leather jacket and black gloves.
"Are you okay man?" Dylan asked Zebedee.
"I'm fine. Beat it hippy!" Zebedee answered bitterly.
Florence was worried.
"Maybe it's April Fool's Day." Dougal whispered.
Sam then saw Zebedee lying on the grass. He was sad and walked over to him.
"Zeb you okay? You haven't been yourself today. I'm worried." He asked him.
"You… care about me?" Zebedee said softly.
Sam nodded.
He watched as his friend fell asleep.
"I'm worried about him. I think depression is beginning to eat him up inside." The soldier thought.
But the one giving him the depression was somebody related to him, somebody who had rejected him…