Seto woke up in his large bed. He had spent so many nights lying on this bed, stirring restlessly. Thinking about this and that. Worrying about the company. But he knew that if he got, up, he would never be able to go to sleep. Even he, needed sleep. This night was like so many of the ones he had had before. He drifted between this state of mind and the one that hovers just beyond consciousness. Most of the night, he just watched Mokuba sleep.
Mokuba had not slept in the same bed with his brother since the child was 4. But Mokuba was so afraid. After what they both had seen, he shivered with fear. Mokuba was breathing heavily. Like each breath that he took hurt him more than the last. Seto put his hand on Mokuba's shoulder, trying to soothe the boy's panic attacks. One his heavy breathing had subsisted, Seto slid out of bed. Making sure not to wake the boy.
Seto silently walked to his little brother's room, on the other Side of the large mansion. He was constantly looked behind him, down the long hallways. Making sure that there was no girl at the end of the hall. He walked with his hand, dragging the cold empty wall along the length of the hall. He heard an empty, hollow sound, echoing though the long lonely halls. The rolling sound made him jump. He realized that it was only church bells. The mansion was a few blocks away form a church, and on quite nights you could hear the solemn bell tolls in the distance. He didn't move as the bells rang out 12 times.
"Midnight." He whispered to himself. He walked to Mokuba's room, slowly. Placing one foot in front of the other. He walked into the room. The lights were still on. As soon as they had seen the girl, they ran to Seto's room. That was at 9:30 PM. He walked to the boom box. He opened the CD compartment and looked at the disc in it. It was a mixed tape. He had brought him a big rack of blank Cds from work a few weeks ago. Now Seto found The Cds all over the place. In the study, the living room, in his office. It got a little annoying at times. But Seto of course would never say anything to Mokuba about it. He pressed play on the boom box.
A sharp stinging guitar filled the room. He jumped at the sound. He shook his head this wasn't the sound. He pressed the next button. It was a gentler beginning, but not the song that he was looking for. He pressed it again. A gentle piano crept from the Boom Box. He smiled. He walked out into the hall, slowly. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but he looked to the end of the hall. The girl was standing there. He walked timidly towards her.
"I don't know who you are…" He said, walking towards her. She started moving towards him. "But I want you out of my house!" He kept walking, as did she. He wasn't going to be bullied by what ever this was. The girl was a ways away form him, he blinked, the girl was right in front of him.
"Your House?" The girl said. It sounded like a gasp, like whisper, a cry. Every part of his body seized up in panic. He tried to scream, he tried to bellow out. But the only thing that came out of his mouth was a long harsh breath. The girl looked like she flew back on top of herself. Like she folded in half. Seto's heart exploded and her ran, faster than he had ever run in his entire life. But no matter how fast he ran, down the long, lonely hall, the girl was always right behind him. He ran down the hall, down the stairs, trying to run this thing that was constantly on his heels.
He ran to his own bedroom where he knew his little brother was sleeping in the bed. He ran to the door and opened it. The girl was whispering senseless words down his neck the entire time. He trusted himself into the room, and turned to close the door. As he looked past the door way he could see that girl, hovering over the doorway. She looked like she was trying to break into the room. The room that housed his sleeping brother. He slammed the door. He ran over to the bed ad grabbed the still wheezing Mokuba. The child did not wake up as Seto dragged him by the waist into the closet.
He sat him down on the carpeted floor. The head covered in thin black hair gently feel against the floor. Seto closed the door as quietly as he could. He moved him self and Mokuba as far back into the closet as he could. He held the small boy in his arms. The boy was still sleeping, his breath had become more and more hard and strained. It was like he was fighting for each breath. Seto help the boy tighter.
The temperature in the room dropped about 50 degrees. Seto shivered, and held the boy tighter. He could see his breath steep out in front of him in long streams. He heard the girl's whispering voice again. He would not let this thing, hurt him or his brother. He grabbed Mokuba and ran out of the closet. He ran through his room and kicked at the door. It opened and he ran out of the room.
He heard the girl's voice all around him. Whispering the words that he could not understand. He felt her wisping around him like the wind. Like ribbons dancing in the eternal atmosphere. He knew that these ribbons of the girl went on forever and further away that he count ever trace them.
He ran to the end of the hall. He didn't know where he was running to, but he just ran. He knew that there was no escaping this presence. He ran down the stairs. He felt Mokuba's still deep breaths against his chest. He was sure that Mokuba could feel his own heart beating at an uncontrolled rate. But the boy was asleep. He had no idea how he could sleep throughout all this. Seto kept running. The girl kept chasing after him. He knew that she wanted Mokuba for some reason. And he was not going to let that happen.
He hit a step, several feet from the ground the girl and her awesome presence had tripped him. His entire body trusted forward and he saw Mokuba fly from his arms slowly. It looked to him that the entire world, time, with in its self-stopped. He himself was lost of all control and the only thing that he could see was his little brother, hovering in mid air. He reached for Mokuba, but in vain he wasn't able to move from his immobile state. He saw Mokuba open his eyes slightly.
He reached for him more, harder, harder than he had done anything else in his entire life. He had to get to him, he had to save him form this thing that was tormenting them. He unleashed his inner self. Every part of him, every bit of his strength, he stretched into this presence. He knew who he was, he knew what he could and could not do, this he could do. He would not let this thing destroy him.
The stillness shattered, and he feel to the ground. Pain shot trough his body, sending shards of glass through his chest and stomach. He quivered and looked at Mokuba. He was still hovering in mid air, above the ground. Seto got up on his feet and reached for the boy. But there was a force holding him back. He tried to push through to get to his little brother. The boy opened his eyes and looked at his brother.
"Seto?" He said. Seto knew that voice, it was the same voice that the girl spoke with. She was taking his brother from him.
"NO!" Seto tried to break through, Seto tried to reach for Mokuba, he did it once, and he could do it again. He would not let this thing take his little brother form him.
"Its ok." His voice was different, like his own now. He was transuding in to something, which was unknown but horrible nonetheless. "I'm ok." Seto went black. He was swimming in darkness, trying to reach for something that he count see, but sure was there. He kicked his feet hard and pushed himself forward with his arms. Swimming to Mokuba, who he was sure was there. He was holding his breath, he could not breathe, he count take in air because his heart was in the way. There was a light, off in the distance, off away form where he was kicking. It shone with brightness of which he had never seen, it hurt his eyes, but he felt no pain. He was just suspended in space, he moved himself towards it. Kicking hard and waling his arms. The closer he got, the darkness went away and was replaced with a warm wonderful light.
Seto opened his eyes and looked at Mokuba who was sitting Next to him. The boy was awake, and sitting up. Seto could not move his body, he just looked over at the boy. Mokuba was sitting with his knees against his chest, slowly rocking back and forth in place. Seto tried to move to the boy, comfort him, but it was in vain. His arms weighed what seamed like a million pounds. He lifted one up, but it quickly fell back down to the ground. He moaned out of sheer defeat. He wasn't able to move, he wasn't able to do something and he didn't like it.
Mokuba looked down at his big brother and opened his mouth slightly to speak. But then he just closed it, shaking his head. Seto could see fear in Mokuba's eyes. He lifted his head and parted his lips, no words came from his moth, only a sharp breath.
"The girl." Mokuba said. Seto looked at his brother. The boy looked afraid, but he also looked better than he had recently. For a while, he had looked so ill, his color was different he also looked A lot thinner than usual. He had been worrying Seto. But now the boy looked better. He had his color back. "She's…" Mokuba's voice trailed off somewhere in the distance. His eyes were shifting like mad from one side of his plane of view to the other. Like he was reading something that was in front of him. "She showed me..."