The house was silent and dark but it was soon going to be filled with screams of terror and pain. Death would soon fill the air leaving nothing to comfort the hearts that would soon be broken.

A tall figure leaned over a sleeping Mokuba, when he looked at the small boy they couldn't help but let a sickening smirk spread across their face.

"Foolish boy…you've actually helped me come a step closer to killing your brother"

Mokuba stirred, his grey eyes slowly starting to slide open. He noticed that there was someone leaning over him, his first instinct would've been to panic but he thought that the person was Seto, and was silently wishing that sending Seto to the metal facility was a dream.

"Seto?"

Even though their face was hidden by the shadows Mokuba could practically feel the person smirking. Now Mokuba was truly scared knowing that this person was defiantly not Seto.

"Ha, I bet you wish it was your big strong brother…but he won't be coming to help you this time"

Mokuba suppressed the urge to scream, it was pointless there was no one else here nobody would hear him scream. Mokuba knew that Seto would come to save him…wouldn't he? Mokuba quickly shook his doubt, Seto would come he just needed time to get here. He decided to stall by asking questions.

"W-why is that?"

"Well little Mokuba, though it was not to your knowledge you've actually helped me quite a bit"

Mokuba sent this person a look that suggests that they were stupid, he defiantly didn't believe this, and how on earth could he have helped this person?

"How exactly did I do that?"

"By locking your brother in the mental facility for all of the things that I destroyed"

Mokuba's eyes widened…they destroyed everything? But that would mean that he'd locked Seto up for no reason…Mokuba didn't want to think of how betrayed Seto felt.

"T…that was you?"

"Yes, my plan worked quite well actually. Aw, but I bet you're feeling guilty now aren't you?"

It was true, Mokuba was feeling extremely guilty especially because Seto had said that he didn't do it and he didn't believe him. Seto was probably so sad…and it was his fault. But Seto would still come to save him…right?

"I figure that I can't attack him physically while he's locked up in mental facility…but I can attack him from the inside"

Mokuba couldn't help but feel that their plan to attack Seto from the inside had something to do with him. With fear building itself up inside Mokuba still managed to ask the person another question.

"H-how exactly a-are you g-going to d-do that?"

"With you little Mokuba…you are the only thing he holds dear. And if I were to kill you it would reduce him to a blubbering, pathetic waste of human"

By this time Mokuba was crying not only for himself but for Seto as well. He didn't why this person wanted to hurt Seto so much. Mokuba felt a bit brave at that moment and decided to stick up for Seto.

"L-leave Seto alone, he didn't do anything to you!"

Though Mokuba couldn't see their face the person's eyes narrowed angrily and their voice sounded like venom as they replied.

"Oh but he did…he tried to kill me…but now I will kill him!"

As soon as that statement was made Mokuba immediately knew who it was. But it wasn't possible was it? He was thought to be dead years ago!

"Now little Mokuba prepare to die!"

They grabbed the knife that was secured in their belt. The metal gleamed in the moonlight, before Mokuba knew it the knife was heading straight for him. This time Mokuba couldn't suppress the urge to scream…and his fearful screamed pierced through the air.