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Chapter Four: Moving

April 9th, 11PM, 1936, Northeastern U.S.A:

Oogie was desperate. His condition kept getting worse and worse. His body felt like it was on fire, like someone burnt him with cigarettes all over his body. Walking became harder for him; heck, he didn't call it walking anymore, but limping. His breathing became deeper and more ragged. His head felt like it would split in two at any second. Every time he replaced his organs, he had to get new ones faster than the last. Oogie had no choice but to put even more stitches on his body or risk falling apart. That's how desperate he was for new organs.

Oogie couldn't have searched in his usual spot; the people there had become aware of multiple deaths in their area; which means more security in the area, which means less of a success to Oogie Boogie. Oogie had no choice but to scavenge elsewhere. Somewhere far away. Somewhere that doesn't have any security whatsoever for the majority. Lucky for Oogie that the country's in a great depression. So he went northeast to prey on the saps who are barely making a living without Oogie being around. So, here he was, right outside of a high-populated city somewhere in the Northeast, but before Oogie could enter, he had to replace his torn-up clothes. boogie decided on searching in a filthy dumpster that was just far enough away from the city. Inside the dumpster, Oogie found light blue jeans, black shoes, and some sort of white sweatshirt with a hood-like thing attached to it. Oogie wrapped his axe with his old clothes, and put it right behind the dumpster; hopefully nobody would see it and take it.

And so, Oogie entered the city. The name of the city, he didn't care. The city was despicable. The noise and the lights were so unbearable. At least it was night when it was cool and the sun wasn't there to torment his hazel eyes. But nothing could help his aching legs.

The people who walked by him were fools. The businessmen were fools for believing that they would actually achieve anything in life; wealth can't go with the dead. The beggars were fools for begging instead of just simply taking. They were all fools for thinking that life would go on; especially with a boogieman among them, but they were fools and moved right past the grim reaper. Fools, do they even want to realize the truth?

Oogie limped down the city's sidewalk, each step burned. Oogie stumbled, catching himself with his arms before he could hit the cement sidewalk, but his weak arms gave way a second later; gravity took complete hold of Oogie. He tried again, using what little force he still had in his arms. But then, Oogie noticed dark red patches soaking all over his sleeves and chest. His nose started to bleed profusely, the dark red blood dropping to the ground. With this realization, Oogie's adrenaline gave him enough energy to push himself off of the ground and bounded forward looking for a place to rest in private before anyone could acknowledge his blood.

Pushing away those who got in his way, Oogie spotted a dark alleyway and went inside. Deep in the alleyway, he rested his back against the brick building, taking deep and ragged breaths.

"Even this far in an alley, the city's noise is still loud." Oogie complained under his breath.

"Hey, empty out ya pockets, ya hear?" a groggy voice from deeper inside the alley threatened.

Oogie looked deeper inside of the alleyway and saw a guy that appeared to be nineteen holding a knife menacingly in Oogie's direction. The nineteen-year-old looked completely calm, which Oogie presumed he had done this before. The teen had long, messy dark blond hair, bags under his eyelids, and had dark brown eyes. He had torn-up black jeans and was wearing the same type of sweatshirt thing Oogie was wearing but the teen's was dark gray.

"You... dare... threaten... me?" Oogie said between threats. Oogie tried to make it sound threatening, but that was hard to do in his current condition.

"Come on man, it's nothin' personal, it's just tha' I need ta' suhvive tuh, y'know. So just empty ya pockets an' I will beh on meh marry way, ya dig?"

"Your... accent's... annoying... me."

The hooded teen saw that the man's white hoodie was covered in blood, especially his sleeves. "Whoa man, ya drippin' all ovah ya threads and on ta tha floor." The hooded teen said with wide eyes.

"So... as you could... see, I am currently... too weak to... 'empty out my pockets'."

"It don't concern meh. I could just do it mehself, thank ya." The hooded teen moved slowly closer to Oogie to see if he was actually hurt. After a few seconds of Oogie not moving, the nineteen-year-old proceeded to move to Oogie at a normal pace. The hooded teen started to search the bleeding man's pockets with his left hand while remaining to point the knife in his right hand towards the bleeding man, when all of a sudden, the bleeding man grabbed the teen's left arm with a death grip.

"Whoa!" The hooded teen yelled. "Dude, let meh go!" Without thinking, the hooded teen thrust the knife forward, stabbing Oogie deep in the chest.

Oogie stopped moving completely, shocked at what just happened. Oogie let go of the hooded teen and looked at the knife in his chest as bright red blood spread on his jacket from the knife wound. "Oh man." The hooded teen said covering his mouth with his hands, horrified by what he had done. "Oh man. Oh man. Oh man. Ohhh maaaan. I am soh sorry, man. I am soh soh sorry, man."

Oogie continued to stare at the knife with wide eyes. He grabbed the hilt of the knife and instead of pulling it out, Oogie started to slowly move the knife across his chest, cutting more of his chest, staining his white jacket in fresh blood. Once the cut was an inch long, bumps appeared from the wound started to move around under Oogie's jacket. One of the bumps came out of the hoodie's cut. The teen saw what exactly the bump was: it was a cockroach, followed by a spider, then a beetle, then so many more insects poured out of Oogie's flesh.

The hooded teen couldn't yell, couldn't make a sound, he could only stare in shock at what he was witnessing. This man was cutting himself and insects were crawling out of him!

Oogie tore himself with the blood-soaked knife, leaving a trail of blood in its path, until it reached his side. He pulled the blooded knife out of himself, and pointed it towards the hooded teen. The teen looked into this monster's eyes and saw that in Oogie's condition, slicing himself up took so much energy, his eyes started to bleed; making the monster that more menacing looking.

With two wide eyes dripping blood into Oogie's wide grinning mouth, he said, "I needed new parts anyway."

If the people walking past the alley listened, they could have heard a scream. If the people walking past the alley just walked a simple few feet into the alley itself, they could have seen the blood-soaked walls. If the people walking past the alley simply stopped in front of the alley, they could have prevented something. But they didn't. The people only moved on by.

And that is the awful truth.

October 16th, 1915, Western U.S.A.:

Two children, a boy and a girl, sat next to each other on a hill. There, the two kids could see miles of land. It wasn't much, just a bunch of dirt roads, unwanted shrubbery, that sort of stuff. But the two kids didn't care at all. All they saw was a world waiting to be explored.

The girl had on a white dress with a matching bow in her hair and a matching pair of shoes, while the boy wore dark gray pants with his white, long-sleeved shirt and had dirty, torn up shoes that looked like it once used to be green.

"Y'know, All Hollow's Eve is comin' up." The young girl, Molly, said.

The boy, Truman, made a little chuckle.

"What? What's so funny?" questioned Molly.

"The way you said it. Nobody says All Hollow's Eve anymore. They say Halloween."

"Yeah. It does have a better sound to it than All Hollow's Eve." Molly gave a soft laugh of her own. "So anyway, Halloween's comin' up, y'know. So, what are you goin' to wear?"

"No clue. I don't have anything to make a costume out of, so why bother?"

"Well, for one thing, it's fun to dress up. You can become anythin' you want for an entire day. Isn't that excitin' enough, Truman?"

"I guess. But I still don't have anything to make a costume."

"Hmm." Molly thought for a bit, putting her hand on her chin in concentration. "Ooo!" Molly exclaimed with a smile. "I know, I'll make a costume for you!"

"You will?" Truman said with a smile.

"Of course. I'll get to it as soon as I can. I'll give it to you..." Molly suddenly stopped speaking, her expression no longer happy, but showing sadness. "Oh." She said quietly, wrapping her arms around her knees. "That's right."

"What? What's wrong?" Truman said with concern.

"I'm goin' away."

"What?!" Truman exclaimed.

Molly kept her knees close to her face as she spoke in a saddened voice, "It's the Leo M. Frank case. Ever since Leo Frank was lynched, my dad..." with a big sigh, Molly looked at Truman. "My father's Jewish, and he fears for me and my mother. He's saying that if we stay here, we'll eventually be killed. So my family is goin' somewhere north."

Truman didn't know what to say. She was going away? All because her father thinks that what happened to this one guy could happen to them? It was stupid.

"...when?" Was all Truman could muster.

"I dunno." Molly said with gloom.

A/N: Yes, the hooded teen is supposed to be hard to understand. And yes, they did have hoodies in 1936.

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