Chapter 6

Nemesis

Mokuba woke slowly. He realised everything had been a very long dream. All the bad events. He was back in his room, coloured strong with pictures he had drawn over the years, blotted in strong crayon. He examined his favourite Duel Monster plushies, all in line, screaming "Hug me!", and literally. Mokuba looked oddly at his toys, and decided to walk downstairs. He entered the homely kitchen, where Seto sat, eating some cereal. Or, at least, that's what the box said. This was strange, Mokuba had never heard of a cereal called 'Cereal'. Anyways, he tried it. It tasted of Shreddies, very nice! He continued eating. His Mum and Dad entered the room hand in hand. Mokuba smiled at them.

"Hello Mummy! Hello Daddy!"

"Hello, Mokuba." the parents said simultaneously. "Mokuba, go to school now."

Mokuba had no idea what they were talking about, but decided to play along. As soon as he got outside, he realised, the bad events were reality, and this was a dream! He ran for the door, but his parents blocked the way.

"Wouldn't you like to see my new husband?" enquired Mum. A shadow appeared beside her, and Dad melted. Suddenly, all the bright walls turned grey, and the shadow disappeared with Mum. The roof was gone, the walls were gone, but the door still stood. It then collapsed as the woman at the house approached Mokuba. Seto was on the floor, weeping, as high-pitched, siren-like voices screeched out as the woman got nearer.

"Nobody loves you, nobody loves you, nobody loves you."

The woman reached her hand at Mokuba, who was rooted to the spot with fear, and literally. Mokuba's feet had turned into tree roots, and he couldn't move. The thunder struck behind the witch-woman as she prepared to kill Mokuba with her bare hands.

Mokuba woke again, but now in reality. He was in agony all over from his horrendous nightmare. He leapt out of bed, ran out of the room and sprinted down the corridor to 417. He opened the door and searched desperately for Seto, but there was no sign of him.

"Seto, SETO?"

He doubled checked, but found nothing. He started crying.

"SETOOOOOO!"

Seto's eyes revealed themselves to the world as if they were being dragged across a large sheet of corrugated cardboard. He squinted to adjust to the light beaming in through the open windows. He sat up eventually and looked around. He was in some sort of ward. This was good news. He could go to the doctors, tell them the whole story and have himself and Mokuba sent to live with Mum and the woman would be arrested. He then gazed into the distance and found the Wicker House logo on the far wall, glaring at him evilly. Seto had obviously been treated by the House's doctors, so Seto's story would have no impact on them. Suddenly, the woman entered the room, still as spiteful as ever. She marched up to Seto and looked down on him, acting superior.

"Seto, you are free to go to the Main Hall. Everybody else is waiting."

Seto widened his eyes. Everbody else? That must mean Mokuba! Seto leapt out of bed and sped out into the Main Hall. He searched around, frantically, shaking his head violently. Then, he caught a glimpse of a black haired, scruffy boy, his head bent forward.

"Mokuba?"

The boy looked up. "Seto?"

"Mokuba!"

"Seto"

The two brothers ran up to each other and embraced tightly.

"S-Seto," stammered Mokuba, "I-I had a d-dream, a-a nightmare about th-the witch!"

Seto knew exactly who Mokuba meant. "Don't worry about her, we're together now!"

"Awww, huggy! Kissy kiss!" sneered a figure in the corner.

"What?" said Seto, confused.

"Awww, isn't it so cute? Ickle bwuva love!" he sneered in a baby voice.

"Shut up and go away."

The figure gasped sarcastically. "Ooo, don't say naughty words, you'll have a bad influence on the children!"

"Who are you?"

"Your superior, Harold, so shut up and listen to me."

"I thought you didn't like bad words." Seto smiled slightly. Harold frowned.

"One day here and you're already in the ward. I have no time for pests like you, so watch your back, 'cause I'll be chewing on it."

"You're the pest, Harold." said a voice in the distance.