Prologue (Updated 07/04/11)

He opened his eyes. Something was not right. The teenage boy sat up, he was without his pyjama shirt, and so the scars on his chest were on show. All the cuts and wounds he suffered, but also some symbols that we're carved into him years ago. He was quite pale and sweaty, as if he woke from a nightmare, which he didn't have. He looked around his bedroom. Everything was still perfect, still symmetrical. Both the red carpets with his father's skull on them were still perfectly aligned, both the set of draws at each side of his bed weren't moved or the clocks on top of them too. The boy ran his hands through his short black hair with three white stripes on his left side. He looked to the right where nearly his whole wall was a massive window looking at the whole of Death City. Nothing was out of place, yet why did he feel like something was very wrong. His eyes trailed to the top of the city to see the Death Weapon Meister Academy, or DWMA for short. Whatever was wrong it felt like it originated from the academy. He felt a light pull inside of him, urging him to get out of bed and immediately get over there.

He finally got out of bed, not even bothering to dress himself or put on his shoes. He walked over the carpet, the fabric brushing against his bare feet, lightly stroking and tickling the balls of his feet. He didn't let anything distract him from this pull. He exited the room to see a hallway, many doors on each side. In between the doors were portraits of scenic art, straight and perfectly aligned. There also wasn't a single light turned on. A normal person would not be able to see anything in the pitch black. However the boy was not a normal person, he was a Grim Reaper. This gave him the ability to see through the dark along with other skills and abilities a human would not have yet envy for. To his right was a golden railing that was six feet long. Kid placed his hand on it's cold metal. He walked along the hall with his hand on the railing. Soon he turned around 180% with the rail and hastily rushed down the stairs, not making a single creek of the floorboards. Once reaching the bottom he looked to the living room where there was a faint light coming from the T.V. Looking carefully he saw the two bodies of his weapons Liz and Patty asleep on the couch, slouched out across it. He didn't even go to wake them. He turned to the front door in front of him and walked towards it, leaving his home called 'Gallows Mansion'.

He looks around his garden. There was a pathway leading to a large gate big enough for cars to drive in. On each side of the path the dark green grass was cut perfectly and in line with each other. The trees all exactly parallel to each side, all perfectly trimmed. Even the nooses that hung from the branches were all perfectly in line. The cold night along with it's breeze hit his bare skin like small needles, however the boy seemed focused on this magical pull to even become aware of his surroundings and the cold. He looked to the DWMA again then lifted his right hand up. Black and purple magic came from his hand and extended to the floor where it took the shape of a skateboard. He then dropped it to the floor and stepped onto it. Suddenly the wheels turned up to the board and small flames broke from the wheels. He kept still as the skateboard gravitated from the ground. He then flew in the direction of the DWMA. The tiny needles felt by the cold breeze earlier were now ice shards as he flew against the wind. His eyes winced slightly to the pain of the cold wind, but nothing was going to stop him from getting to the DWMA. Something deep down inside told him something was wrong there. All sorts of thoughts went through his head as he flew over to his destination. Was someone in danger? Someone hurt? He needed to find out as soon as possible. The second he arrived at the DWMA he decided to circle the academy to see if there was any damage to the building itself. Once he circled to the back he saw a hole in the wall. The fact that there was a hole in the wall didn't bother him as much, what really bothered him was that the hole was more to the left than in the middle, thus breaking the symmetry of the building. This was enough for him to find out who did this and beat the life out of him. When he flew down he then saw lying on the floor unconscious Yumi Azusa and Marie Mjolnir. He got off his skateboard and rushed to check if they were alive. Sighing in relief when they were he turned to look inside the academy through the massive hole. The pull inside of him now stronger than ever, he quickly rushed to the skateboard which had it's wheels back to normal when he landed. He stood onto it and kicked back on the pavement and skated his way inside.

The pull got greater as he skated down the passageway, passing many statues of his father all making the same stance and completely symmetrical to the statues opposite them. He suddenly stopped. He jumped off his skateboard to see Spirit Albarn, his fathers Death Scythe unconscious against the wall. He began to worry when he looked around and also saw Sid Barrett the zombie attached to a massive hook hanging from the ceiling, through his stomach. "Something very powerful must have been here," he thought. The last thing to catch his eyes was Professor Franken Stein against the wall to the corner of Spirit, but in front of him were two massive doors broken open. "The vaults! They've been broken into!" He thought. The boy entered the vaults to see many things that were locked away, including some magic tools collected over the years. The air was very stuffy, as the door hadn't been opened in a long time. Even when it did it wasn't long enough for the stuffiness to leave the room, so it lingered and got worse over the years. However, one important object was missing. The magic tool 'Brew' was gone. He stared for a while at where Brew use to be, wondered how his father wasn't here to stop this. However when he looked to the ground in front of him, he soon realised.

There lied someone important to him, the black robe in pieces and the masked broken in half and one arm sticking out from under the biggest piece of the once robe. The boys golden eyes water up as he drops to his knees right next to the tattered remains. Tears fell down his faces and he tried to hold back his sobs, slowly reaching for the white hand of the fallen defender. He finally clutched onto the hand and his body fell forwards onto the arm, letting out his held back cries. The only family he had left was gone. He was now truly alone. Suddenly his soul became visible around him, a blue orb with his three white stripes hovering over it, just like his hair. He continued to cry as the soul suddenly started electrifying and increased in size. Suddenly the boy sat up quickly and screamed out into the world, sending the visible soul exploding out of the room and across death city in a massive shockwave. Screaming just one word…

"FATHER!"

A/N: Yes I'm rewritting Lord Death the Kid to try and make it better, story wise and grammer/spelling wise. I am quite actually happy with how this prolouge came out. It now makes the next few chapters look crap. Well that will soon change as I am in the middle of rewritting Chapter one now. Sadly I'm also writing Bounty Eaters, Forgive and Ribbet, co-writting Death the Exiled and doing IRL crap. So the rewrite will be a bit dragged. But not to worry when I input on chapters I shall let you know that I have rewritten a chapter or two :D

Hope you keep reading

The3Ryans