Mother 6: Sounds

Chapter One: The Deal

"Now, now," the man cooed despite the fact he was surround by sickening clowns, who seemed to laugh at his presents "I'm just here to cut a deal with you." the leader of the clowns stepped forward.

"We don't take deals from humans." she spat disgusted

"Now come on Ms. Joker!" the man grinned standing right before the clown, she stood unamused "You must jest, haven't you ever heard no Nyame Dua?"

"Have, but I don't care about it." the man began to walk around the clown

"It has such amazing power, you see, I want that power, but I can have it if the heir to Nyame Dua is alive, so that's why I need someone cunning," he placed his harms around the clown's shoulder, she looked at his hand and back at him with a scowl.

"That's my udder your touching" she bluntly stated to scare off the man, didn't really work, he continued to talk.

"Some one with remarkable skills, you see, these children are very wise and have very powerful PSI." the clown removed the man's hand from her shoulder, she turned away from him.

"I doubt that." the man grabbed the clown by her shoulder, she pulled out a scythe on a chain ready to kill,

"He has her blood." he spoke with a knowing grin, she stopped mere inches from his face.

"Her blood?"

"Oh quite yes, the heir has her blood in him, I probably should of mentioned that first, shouldn't of I?"

"…What's the pay?" the man thoughtfully rubbed his chin

"I'd say about 50 mill."

"…You've got yourself a deal…"

"Delightful doing business with you and your little quartette" the two shook hands, he placed four folders in the clown's hand and exited the twisted tent, a defiant grin on his face. The clown woman clapped her hands.

"Queen, King, Ace, Jack" the remaining four gathered around their leader, the pair dubbed Kind and Queen were handed a folder, Ace received her own and so did Jack.

"I want you all to watch over these kids, we will not strike just yet, we shall wait for the to grow, and then pick them off when the time is right, but in the mean time, a little visit wouldn't hurt them…" The group of clowns giggled and laughed.

The little boy clung to the body of his weak and sickly sister, he sobbed as quietly as he could, his mother and father were both dead, and his sister was having another attack, the cause of his misfortune was not far away from him. He hugged his sister tighter as she came closer, the clown towered above, fear crosses the little boy's face as the white skinned clown tower above him. "A-ah…" he couldn't speak, no rational words could come forth. The clown grinned ripping him away from his pained sister, she made the boy's eyes survey the small town. His beloved town in ruins, buildings on fire, and people slaughtered.

"This is your fault, because you were born, if you weren't this wouldn't of happened." suddenly she threw the boy to the ground, braking his arm in the process, the child screamed. She laughed. "Oh man, I cant wait until your older… I hope you'll give me a real challenge…" she left the child on the ground and vanished.

The little boy sat miserably in a bed in the town's hospital, his arm in both a cast and sling, bandages wrapped around his head, even covering his right eye, his arms and legs.

His own village, the one that he loved so much, betrayed him.

"What the hell is wrong with you people? Chain is only six years old and you all go off and let your children brutally beat him?" The officer of the small town yelled, his wife, who held onto the sleeping form of their baby girl, stood at his side nodding at his words.

"He brought that monster to our town!"

"He destroyed our town!" the citizens yelled

"Chain did nothing, that thing may have been looking for Chain but he dint call it. Either way, your reactions were ludicrous! He is only a child and you just let him be beaten, the boy can even see out of his right eye now!"

"Whatever Jordan, that hell bound thing is your problem!" people murmured their agreements. "You better keep that damn thing under pad and lock."

"Chain isn't a thing!" the woman scowled "He is a living, breathing being!"

"Either way, it is your problem, Pink and Rock are dead." someone spat, and slowly the people left the hospital.

Jordan glared with arms crossed when all left he sighed, and let his arms fall to his side, he and his wife looked into the room where the boy named Chain slept. The woman tucked his blond hair behind his ear.

"I never expected such a thing would happen to Pink and Rock…"

"…Neither would I Shannon," Jordan sighed taking a seat in a near by chair, he covered his face "I cant understand why they would think it's okay to beat up a defenseless child…"

"You know what they say, when something goes wrong you, you have to blame someone, unfortunately it was Chain…"

"It's not right…."

"No it's not…" she spoke softly "It'll watch Chain and Scarlett, can you go back to their home and see what you can pull from the wreckage?" Jordan nodded, he stood up and kissed his wife, he looked down at her daughter sleeping peacefully. He smiled.

"This isn't the life we wanted, but I'm sure as hell not going to abandon Rock's kids."

Shannon nodded understandingly.

He was ten by now, his hair grew longer, the long bangs covered the right half of his face, obscuring the injured eye, hands shoved into his pockets, his one violet eye was empty and uncaring.

He walked down the streets, little four-year old Lauren at his side, people whispered, Chain cared no more, maybe when he was younger, when he was venerable and constantly cried, maybe. Lauren spoke, cheerful as always but more to her self since Chain wasn't paying attention, the little girl held onto Chain's hand skipping and giggling.

People watched the two walk by, shaking their heads, it was like seeing an ugly devil walk with an a beautiful angel. Lauren loved Chain like a brother, she loved to spend time with him, for her to feel like that, it was pitiful.