"God dammit, I hate final exams!" said Liz as she walked through the threshold into Gallows Manor. She stretched her arms, still sore from sitting in a chair all day. It was 7:30 in the evening, and she just wanted to sleep.
"Don't worry, Elizabeth. Only one more day, and then it'll be summer. If you pass with a C or above, I'll give you some bonus spending money!" said Kid as he and Patty followed her.
"Yayyy!" said the girls happily. Then there was a ring of the doorbell.
"Now who could that be?" said Kid, turning back to the door and opening it. Looking out, he didn't see anybody. He looked left, and looked right, but there was no sign of anybody. Then he happened to look down, and he saw it.
Three cookies, shaped like the death logo, arranged perfectly symmetrically upon a paper plate, which rested on the dead center of the porch.
"Ah! Patricia, Elizabeth, look at these remarkably, fantastically symmetrical cookies!" said Kid, picking up the cookies and carrying them inside, closing the door behind him.
"Meh, sugar goes straight to my ass." Said Liz.
"I'll try some!" said Patty, reaching for the plate, but Kid held it out of her reach.
"uh-uh-uh!" said Kid to Patty. "If you eat one of these, you'll go on a sugar rampage. Remember what happened last time?"
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FLASHBACK
"Oh the humanity!" screamed Kid as he watched a chunk of his precious mansion burn, fire trucks shooting jets of water at it.
"I told you sugar was a bad idea." Said Liz. "At least it was just the attic. Nothing important's up there."
"BUT THE SYMMETRY IS HORRIFYINGLY OFF!" screamed Kid.
Liz rolled her eyes. She turned around and saw the tornado that was the sugar-hyped Patricia Thompson, heading directly for the city.
"Dear god…" she said. "Kid, you stay here and have your hissy fit. I've got to stop Patty from burning the entire town down." Off she ran, leaving the sobbing Kid writhing and wailing on the sidewalk.
FLASHBACK ENDS
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"I swear I can still see the scorch marks when I look at the manor…" said Kid, his eyes glassed over with memories.
"Anyways," He said, snapping out of it. "You girls get up to your rooms. Study for an hour, and you may watch TV or whatever."
"hurray!" said the girls, running off to their rooms.
"Well, if the girls aren't going to have one, I may as well." Said Kid, looking at the cookies. He took them over to the couch, in another room, and sat down. He delicately picked the middle cookie up, and placed the paper plate, with the other two cookies still symmetrical and untouched, on the endtable nearby.
Kid took a nibble at the cookie. Then his eyes went wide. "This is one good cookie!" he said, gobbling it down.
As he finished, licking his fingers, he suddenly became very sleepy. "What on…" he muttered. He tried to get up, but his limbs felt like they were filled with lead, and growing heavier. His eyes began to close.
His brain was yelling that something here was very, very wrong, but his body refused to obey. "As long as I can't get up, I may as well… yawn… take a… nap…" said Kid slowly, his foggy mind not thinking clearly. He tilted over, then fell on his side on the couch, out like a light.
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Kid half-woke to loud, chaotic noises. He was going to get up, but he was still too tired. He settled for opening his eyes a crack.
He was so out of it, he couldn't even make out shapes. He could just see blurs. He saw the blurs of the furniture, sideways, due to HIM being sideways. Then he saw the blurry image of Liz, wielding Patty in gun form and firing blasts, slowly walking backwards across his field of vision.
"Who… is she shooting at…" Kid's fogged mind struggled to think, but he was unable to. Then, as his eyes began to close, he saw a black figure, carrying some sharp, large, round object, following after Liz. The little pink blurs – blasts from Patty – bounced right off him as he made his way forwards.
A tiny part of Kid's brain was panicking, screaming "intruder! Intruder! Danger! Danger!", but Kid wasn't listening. His cracked-open eyes slowly closed, and he drifted back into unconsiousness, not hearing the screams of his weapons, begging him for help.
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Consiousness returned slowly to Kid, but eventually, his eyes slowly opened. He dragged himself up, still lethargic, but not paralyzingly so anymore. "What the hell hit me…" he muttered. He looked at his watch. 9:00. He had been out for two hours… He tried to get up, but the world spun, and he thunked back down again.
That noise. What was that noise. It took Kid a couple seconds to figure out that the noise was his cell phone ringing.
He slowly reached into his pocket, and pulled out his death-insignia smartphone. He hit the talk button.
"Hello?" he grumbled, still tired. He slumped back against the couch.
"Um… hello…" said a shy, nervous voice. Kid surmised it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.
"Who the hell is this? How did you get this number?" mumbled Kid, slowly awakening. He felt there was something important he should remember…
"Um… my name's Marcus… is this… is this Death the Kid…" stuttered the voice.
"Speaking. What do you want?" asked Kid.
"Um… I just wanted… wanted to talk…" said Marcus.
"…fine. Whatever." Said Kid. His legs felt like lead anyways, the only thing he could move was his mouth.
"U-umm… what?" Marcus was talking away from the phone now, to somebody near him. Kid heard a female voice, unintelligible. "Um… well, you see, mr Kid…" said Marcus' voice back into the speaker. "Me… and my friends… we were assigned a test…"
"Oh really?" asked Kid, humoring this little brat. The urge that he was forgetting something grew stronger.
"Y-yeah… we… we were assigned by Mr Sid… t-t-to steal… a certain something…
"…From you."
Kid paused, then laughed. "You little dipshit. When you plan to burgle somebody, don't fucking call them before you do so! Good luck getting past me now, you little idiot."
"Um… we d-d-don't have to worry about you anymore…" said Marcus quietly.
"We already stole them…"
"Them? What's them?" asked Kid, growing more alert.
"Um… what's them again?" Marcus was speaking to the person away from the phone again, to the girl who was apparently next to him.
"For the love of… give me the phone." Said the girl, now understandable by Kid's more focused ears. There was a small rattle; the phone being passed to another. "Hello, dumbass." Said a much more confident girl's voice. It was slightly older then Marcus, more like 14. "I'm Nene, and I'm the girl who robbed the stupid grim reaper and got away with it. Not that it was a challenge, lol!"
"What did you steal, you midget?" growled Kid, now fully awake and fully pissed off.
"Let me put it this way." Said Nene smugly.
"It's 9 o' clock. Do you now where your weapons are?"
Kid's heart stopped as the memories rushed back to him. The black figure. Liz firing blasts.
"YOU KIDNAPPED LIZ AND PATTY?" screamed Kid, leaping to his feet.
"somebody give the man another cookie, spiked with some sleep potion shit Stein gave us. Garunteed to work on a shinigami or your money back." Said Nene, giggling evilly.
"who are you? Where are you? GIVE ME MY WEAPONS BACK!" screamed Kid, almost crushing the phone in his hand.
"Hmm… how 'bout no. y'see, if we flunk this test, we have to start the year over again. I don't want to do that." Said Nene. "What'cha gonna do about it? You're helpless without your stupid weapons!"
"You will regret challenging death itself!" growled Kid into the phone.
"Bla bla bla. By the way, just in case, We left you a little surprise in your entry room. Buh-bye now."
"FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE SLUT! I'M FUCKING GONNA BUTT-RAPE YOU WITH A –" The phone died, cut off from the other end. Kid roared with anger, and crushed the phone in his reaper-strength hand. "They're going down…" he muttered. "but first, the antechamber."
Kid ran over to the very chamber which he led Liz and Patty through on their very first night.
He gasped.
The magnificent, extraordinary, perfectly symmetrical swiss crystal chandelier was smashed, shattered beyond repair, on the floor.
"NOOO!" Kid screamed, rushing over, then falling on his knees, not feeling the splinters of glass which cut into him. His symmetry instincts had taken over, making him completely forget about the girls, and focus on the broken chandelier in his antechamber. "THAT CHANDELIER COST TEN MILLION DOLLARS! THOSE HEARTLESS, ASSYMETRICAL LITTLE BASTARDS!"
"MUST GET DUSTPAN! AND BROOM! AND MOP! AND BUCKET!" he screamed, running in circles. He began to run for the supply cabinet.
Then he froze. He clutched his chest. What was this feeling? It felt like two demons were battling within him.
Actually, there were two demons battling within him. Metaphorically, of course.
One demon was green, and huge. It had been there for nearly seventy-five mortal years; it was Kid's love of symmetry.
The second demon had been there only a few seconds. It was much smaller, and red rather then green. It was the rage Kid felt towards the intruders who dared break into Kid's home.
(keep in mind, this next little bit takes place in a mere second in real time. - author)
"BWA HA HA HA!" cackled the green demon, pointing at the tiny red demon. "YOU THINK YOU STAND A CHANCE AGAINST ME?"
"Shut up, fatty!" screamed the red demon. It was tiny, but big things come in small packages. It leapt to the green demon's head, and using incredible force, slammed him to the ground. It held its tiny pitchfork in front of the giant's eye.
"Listen to me!" screamed the red demon in the green one's face. "if we let those little pieces of shit get away, we will be the laughing stock of the whole town! We'll never be taken serious, we'll be known as the only grim reaper to be beaten by a bunch of midgets!"
The red demon jabbed its pitchfork a little more. "Let's compromise, what say?" the huge green demon whimpered and nodded. "If you allow me a hour or two at the controls in order to catch those little shits and beat them into a bloody pulp, I'll let you obsess over the stupid chandelier as much as you want?"
The big green demon thought. "I SUPPOSE THAT'S FAIR." He said. The red demon let him back up, then grabbed his pointer finger with both his hands, and the two demons shook on the deal.
Back in the real world.
Kid gasped. It felt like a pipe had switched courses somewhere in his body, and the fuel which powered his symmetry obsession now fueled rage towards the intruders.
Kid's eyes narrowed. His fists clenched. Then he roared with such force, the foundations of the house themselves shook. It could be heard all over town.
He ran rapidly to one of the many rooms in his house; the prototype lab. This was where he conducted science experiments, sometimes for fun, sometimes because the fate of the world hinged on it.
Once in there, he ran straight for a certain keypad on the wall. He punched in a code and pressed a red button. Then he placed his hand on a scanner. An ominous bell sounded.
The room darkened, and a round hole opened up in the floor. Steam rose out of it, and obscured by the steam, something on a pedestal rose.
Kid snatched the object. "It's just a prototype… it was never meant to be used… but with my weapons gone, i have no other option. Besides, i think the little bastards have earned it." He muttered, staring at the deadly weapon.
He strapped it to his back, and then summoned Beelzebub, hopped on, and zoomed through the house and out the door, towards the Death Weapon and Meister Academy.