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Chapter 4: Origin of the Dark Mamodo
Zatch grabbed a note book, a pencil, and a tape recorder. He made a dash to the door, but Kiyo showed up and stopped him.
"And where do you think you're going, Zatch?" Kiyo asked with a tricky smirk on his face.
"I'm just going out to uh... play in the snow?" Zatch came up with a lame lie.
"With a note book, a pencil, and a tape recorder?" Kiyo asked again.
"Uh... uh... Kiyo look! Over there! The oven's on fire!" Zatch yelled out and Kiyo quickly looked at the oven.
"Zatch, the oven isn't on fire uh... now where did he go?" Kiyo spoke, but then saw that Zatch was no longer where he was anymore.
Zatch had made a dash to the door when Kiyo wasn't looking, and now he was out in Humanville, looking for the only people who know a lot about the dark Mamodo.
Because there was a major question in Zatch's curious heart. Why does the Dark Mamodo hate Christmas? Where did it all start?
Zatch came up to a nice looking house and he knocked the door. It opened and two old ladies walked out.
"Why, hello there, little boy. Are you here to sell us cookies?" the first old lady asked.
"Oh, I hope it's those triple chocolate chip flavored ones." the second old lady spoke.
"I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you can tell me everything you know about the dark Mamodo. It's really important to me, so please can you tell me?" the Mamodo child asked.
"Why of course we can tell you. Why don't you come in?" the old ladies led Zatch inside and they all sat on a couch. Zatch turned on his tape recorder and readied his notebook and pencil.
"You may begin. And may you both tell me what happened at the very beginning?" Zatch asked again and so the old ladies told him about the origin of Brago.
Beyond the mountains, there was a group of little human infants riding in baskets attach to umbrellas. They all were floating down to Humanville from the hospital where they were born and were now being send back to their families.
But one of the baskets had a little Mamodo infant in it instead of a human infant. The infant had pale skin, blue-black hair, and crimson red eyes. The little infant cooed as it was floating down to Humanville, since it was knocked off course on its way to a town of Mamodos by accident. The basket blew by and it knocked another basket off course. The infant in the other basket began to cry as the infant Mamodo let out a little sinister giggle.
Not until later, the basket carrying the Mamodo infant landed next to house that was throwing a Christmas party. Everyone was dancing, talking, and some other stuff, but loud music was playing. The Mamodo infant couldn't bare the loud music and so he began to cry.
No one in the house could here the child's screaming and crying... except one. A little girl, at the age of four with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a light purple winter dress, heard the infant's crying and looked out the window to see the creature. She gasped and then grabbed her winter coat and ran outside to the basket.
"Oh, you poor little thing, you're freezing." the girl spoke to the infant. Her voice made the child stopped crying and screaming. The boy looked at the girl's face and made a little coo. The girl smiled as she took off her winter coat and wrapped it around the infant. She then picked him up and carried him inside.
She sat in a corner all by herself with the infant. For her age, she was really gentle with babies. She let the infant suck on her index finger while she slowly and gently traced the infant's eye markings with her other hand. "You're not like others, are you?" she asked and the infant cooed in response. "You're so cute." the girl giggled.
She walked over to the window, still carrying the infant in her arms, she looked up into the night sky and saw a star that shined brighter than the rest. she looked down at the infant in her arms. He let out a tired yawn and his eyelids began to get heavy. She smiled and began to sing a lullaby to the infant.
A few minutes later, when the girl finished singing her little lullaby, the infant was fast asleep in her arms. "Sherry, it's time to go. What's that you're holding?" the girl's mother walked up to her as she saw the infant sleeping.
"It's a baby, mommy. Isn't he adorable?" the girl answered as she stroke the infant's blue-black hair. The mother looked at the sleeping infant's hair, skin, and eye markings, thinking it just looks disgusting.
"That's not a baby, Sherry. It's a monster!" the mother snapped, which made the infant Mamodo scream and cry again.
"Mommy!" the girl shouted at her mother while she was trying to calm the infant down.
"What's going on here?" a voice came from no where. Both the girl and her mother turned to find the two old ladies who were the hosts of the party.
"In case you're blind or anything, my daughter is holding a hideous beast in her arms!" the mother snapped at the old ladies.
"He's not a beast! He's my friend!" the girl shouted at her mother. The infant stopped crying again, and he only watched the girl defend him against her evil mom. One of the old ladies bended down and looked at both the girl and the infant.
"Please, Ms. Old lady. Will you take care of him? For me?"
"Don't worry, dear. We'll take care of him for you." one of the old ladies responded and so the girl handed them the infant.
"And you and I have to get home. It's time for your piano lessons, young lady." the evil bitch of the girl's mother grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to the door. The girl turned around to see the infant looking at her with a worried look on his face.
"Goodbye, Braggy."
"Oh, so that's how you found him. Okay." Zatch responded to part of the story and the ladies continued.
"So we raised him one of our own."
Two years have passed since Brago came to Humanville in that basket. Little Brago, now two years old, was sitting in a high chair, starving to death. But then the old ladies showed up holding a tray of Christmas cookies.
"Hey there, Braggy-poo. What kind of Christmas cookie do you want?" they asked him.
"Santa." he responded.
"Yes, that is a Santa cookie tray. do you want to hold it?" they asked and Brago took the tray and bit the Santa head part right off and ate it.
"Santa... goes... bye-bye." he spoke, no longer starving.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you about the Dark Mamodo, but I guess I would if it makes you understand more- PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT!" Zatch was now with Mayor Z. The mayor was another one of the people who knew a lot about the Dark Mamodo. And he then snapped at one of his servants, which was a brown hair woman with brown eyes. And so he told his POV about Brago.
Brago was now eight years old was now in elementary school. It was again, another time for the holidays. While his teacher was babbling on about Christmas, Brago was drawing a picture of himself firing an 'Gigano Reis' spell which blew up Santa's sled into pieces. He turned around to see Sherry, who was now twelve years old, looking at him with a smile.
"And Sherry was my girlfriend." Mayor Z continued his POV.
A younger version of Mayor Z turned to see little Brago waving a hand to Sherry and she giggled in response. Z growled and cursed under his breath and turned back to his class work.
"So I... try to take him under my wing." Mayor Z lied.
Class was over. Brago grabbed his things was about to head out, until Mayor Z and his thugs stopped him. "Forget it. You don't stand a chance with her. She's four years older than you are and you look like nothing but a freak." Z laughed out and left the classroom. Brago got pissed, like he wants to tear the flesh right off of that kid's face. But before he could do that, Sherry walked up to him.
"You know, red and green isn't really my kind of colors, even though it is Christmas..." Sherry spoke as Brago only rolled his eyes in response. "Because my favorite colors are blue, black, and gray." Sherry finished as she stroke Brago's cheek with her hand.
"Did I have a crush on him? I... uh... um... of course not." Sherry stuttered, since Zatch was now asking her questions.
" I haven't asked you that." Zatch corrected.
"Oh, sorry."
"And when he got home, he really got into the Christmas spirit." the old women told Zatch again.
Brago was digging through the trash, looking for anything that he could use as a Christmas present for Sherry. He finally found something that could be helpful. "Perfect!" he shouted as he ran back inside the house where the old ladies were taking care him. He grabbed a bunch of jewels and started a fire and began to do whatever he was doing. "Woohoo! The fires of love!" Brago called out as he began to put all the pieces together. It slowly, piece, by piece began to form into an angel.
"This will be perfect for the top of her tree. Oh, Sherry. Oh, Christmas." Brago finished his last touches on the angel and set it next to his bed side. But before he went to sleep, he looked at himself in the mirror. He still remembers what Mayor Z said, about him being a freak. He grabbed a bunch of make up, polish, and other kinds stuff that is used on the face. He looked at himself once more and then began what he plans to do.
The Next Day.
Everyone was giving each other gifts, and then they all were piled up. "Has everyone given each other their gifts?" the teacher asked and everyone responded 'yes' except for one.
"I haven't" Brago spoke as he came out of the cubbies area with a paper bag on his head and with the gift in his hands that he wants to give to Sherry. He took a few steps forward and showed everyone his gift. "Merry Christmas, Sherry Bellmond."
"Mr. Brago, why do you have a bag on your head?" the teacher asked.
"Probably he's embarrassed by that piece of junk." Mayor Z spat out and everyone except Sherry laughed.
"Mr. Brago, please take off the bag." the teacher begged. Brago placed a book in front of his head and took the bag off. "Put down the book." Brago put the book down and now his foot was blocking his face. "And your foot."
Brago gave up and lowered his foot. The skin on his face looked all screwed up by accident.
"Look at that piece of living crap!" Mayor Z called out and everyone except Sherry laughed maniacally. Even the teacher let out a giggle or a chuckle.
The humiliation. They toyed with Brago's difference just because he wasn't human. So much anger was building up inside of him, that he began to growl, which led to snarl, then led to a roar. His Mamodo side was taking control. He got up, grabbed his gift for Sherry, and threw across the room into the pile of other gifts. "STUPID GIFT!" he yelled as energy formed into his palm and fired a 'Reis' spell which destroyed the pile of gifts. "STUPID TREE!" he yelled as he lifted the big Christmas tree up with just one hand. " I HATE CHRISTMAS!"
"The anger. The fury." Mayor Z finished with grief in his voice.
"The Muscles." Sherry spoke with lust in her voice. "It was awful, the way they treated him. And I can hardly bare it." she then spoke in a normal voice.
Brago threw the tree at the wall and raised his hand at it as it began to glow purple. He unleashed a 'Gravirei' spell which crushed the tree into a mess. He growled evilly as if he had went berserk. He turned to look at Sherry. He could see the fear building up inside her. Brago clench his head with his hands in shame and ran out of the school. Sherry looked down to see the broken angel he was about to give her, until 'Z' ruined everything. She picked up the pieces of the broken angel and ran after Brago.
"Brago, wait! Don't go!" she called out to the Mamodo. He stopped and looked at her.
"Don't come any closer, Sherry. I don't want to hurt you. I'm a freak, I'm a monster, I'm... I'm... a Mamodo." Brago spoke in fear of having to hurt the very girl who saved him from the cold that one night when he first came to Humanville. The very girl who never thought of him as a freak nor a monster. The only girl he has ever cared about so much. Brago looked at his fingers to see his nails were becoming sharp. He gasped and looked at Sherry one last time before he turned and ran away from Humanville, all the way to the very top of Mount Crumpet.
"And that was the last time we saw him. The very last time anyone ever saw him." Sherry finally finished as tears formed in her eyes.
"Oh, Sherry, I'm so sorry." Zatch apologized.
"No, don't be, Zatch. It wasn't your fault anyway." Sherry responded and pulled out something from behind her. "This was the angel he made for me, Zatch. It was broken when that awful day came, but I managed to fix it."
"Thanks for your help, Ms. Bellmond. I'll be going now." Zatch spoke as he left, trying to keep happy, but only felt depression. Sherry looked down at the angel in her hands and then held it to her chest as more tears came down from her eyes.
Mount Crumpet.
Brago looked out at Humanville from his lair. Those horrible memories from his past still bother him.
So whatever the reason, his heart, or his shoes, or some things called trumans, he stood outside his cave, hating the humans.
Brago pulled out a book with every name of every human that lives in Humanville. "Big old Alkabineizer Who, I... HATE YYYOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" he yelled out which made all the birds fly away.
"Little old Alkabineizer who, I hate you. Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Triple hate. Quadruple hate. Quintuple hate. Loath entirely." he spoke in a weird evil tone of voice. "Is there anything in this stupid book that doesn't have the word 'hate' in it?"
But then Brago heard Christmas music playing all over Humanville. "Curse their Humanbilation music!"
But then he gasped, after he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow's Christmas. GOFURE! WE'RE IN DEEP SHIT HERE!"