me: im glad i got another reviewer!
Phantom: yay...
me: wow. Phantom, you should brighten up a bit.
Phantom: i cannot deal with that...
me: *sigh* anyway, the Phantom's past will slowly be unvieled.
Chapter 4: Tricked
(Kid's P.O.V)
I knew this was going to be hard to explain to my father what happened. Professor Stein brought over a mirror and wrote 42-42-564. Father's image appeared on the mirror and he waved to Professor Stein, "Hi! How's it going Doc?" The Phantom looked over at the mirror and shrugged, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He hopped off and Professor Stein grabbed him, "No. We cannot have you wandering around the school eating souls." The Phantom crossed his arms, "I… have black… blood… I cannot deal with that…" Professor put the boy back onto the bed, "You have black blood!?"
The boy swung his legs and cocked his head, "I cannot deal with that…" His voice trailed off and he clutched his stomach in pain. He moaned and doubled over. "Sq-Squeaks! I c-cannot d-deal with th-that!" I stared at the boy in horror; he was acting like a person trying to become a Kishin.
Professor Stein also had a look of fear in his eyes. Maka looked pale, "Lord Death, what should we do!?" My father looked at the Phantom, "Bring him to the Death room. I believe Kid and I can help him."
I looked at the Phantom, "Why would I help that!? He nearly killed Liz and me!" Father looked at me, "You don't understand, there are still things I have yet to tell you." The Phantom looked at me, and I could fell his eyes boring into me.
He whispered, "Is your soul perfect? Maybe… no… I could… I should… I shouldn't… should I…? Squeaks… no…! No biting me… I cannot deal with that…!"
Was he thinking about eating my soul!?
Father sighed, "This will take a long time… Come on Kiddo! Hurry up!" I stood up and almost fell. The Phantom just stared. I looked at him, "Are you coming or not?" The Phantom looked at the floor, "I cannot deal with that… Carry me…?" I sighed, "No." The Phantom looked at Patty.
Patty picked him up. The Phantom rested his head on Patty's shoulder and he seemed to fall asleep. I stood up and almost instantly, a stab of pain came over me. The Phantom sighed, "I cannot deal with that…"
Patty smiled brightly, "Why can't you deal with anything? Can't you just be happy? Smile and laugh!" The Phantom squirmed out of her grip and fell on the floor. He murmured, "Happiness is forbidden, laughing is a crime, smiling is not allowed and faces the wrath of time… I cannot deal with that…"
Patty's smile faded, "You sound brainwashed." The Phantom stood up and shouted, "The only thing that helps is to know!" His voice became quiet again, "I know… I shouldn't… maybe… if I do… but…! Meanie… NO! I'm sorry… I cannot deal with th-that!"
He clutched his stomach again and fell to his knees. He started coughing and black blood hit the floor. He was arguing with something. Patty picked up the Phantom again and we walked to the death room. Father was waiting for us and Patty left the room.
The Phantom was trembling, but not in fear. He whispered, "I'm back…" He looked up into Father's eyes and mumbled, "My blood is black… you know… what about him… his soul… could work… I think I should… no… but… I could try… only one chance…" He looked over at me, "What do you think…?"
I could hear sarcasm in his voice and the weird arguing with himself seemed forced, "This is just a trick! You aren't in pain or talking to yourself like that for real!" The Phantom nodded and sighed, he looked up at my father, "Can I expose my true colors now?" Father shook his head and the boy just sighed, "I will… this is my true color… I was in pain… from memories… I wasn't talking to myself… I was talking to Squeaks… he was in my shirt… and he bit me…"
So he was warping the truth. That made more sense. He shuddered and rubbed his arms, "Horrible memories…" He was still trembling and he looked at me, "Surely you know pain… I know… I broke the rules… I'm sorry… I couldn't resist… the urge… my curiosity… it took over…"
He fell to his knees and sobbed, "What have I done!? No…" A snake made of shadow came out of his sleeve and morphed into a puppy. It nudged the boy and the Phantom just pushed it away, "Squeaks… why…? Why didn't you… you stop me… why…!"
I looked at Father, "How are we supposed to help him?" Father reached over and rubbed the boy's head. The hood fell off to reveal white shaggy hair. The Phantom looked up at me and tears were streaming down his face. His skin was pure white, nothing but his eyes weren't white. One eye was red, while the other was green. The red eye held anger and insanity, while the green eye held sorrow and pain.
The Phantom wiped his face and shook his head, "P-please… don't hurt me… I'm sorry… don't look at me… I'm a ghoul… a demon… that's what they always said… no… it's not fair… never fair… never…" He started crying again and I just stared, I had never dealt with something like this before.
Father looked at me, "Kid… there's something I've never told you and planned to keep it that way… The Phantom of the Shade isn't a phantom or a human or anything like that… He's a grim reaper…"
I looked at the boy, who was staring at Father with hatred, his eyes flashing murderously, the red one filled with malice. He was a grim reaper too. He seemed like one, all black clothes, a hood, and white in his hair. The boy shouted, "Tell him the rest! Tell him the rest of the secret! Give him back his memories! Don't let him live with those fake ones! Give him back his memories of what happened seven years ago…" Father tensed and looked at the boy, "How do you know what I did?"
The boy shrugged and spoke quietly, "I know… my blood is black…"
me: what is the secret?
Phantom: i know...
me: we know you know!
Phantom: okay...
me: REVIEW!