PART: 3 {Zatch Bell}
As the days went by, I started to see things that completely caught my off guard. It was as if, Zeno didn't even exist. As we walked by people, they didn't seem to pay any mind to Zeno's presence. "Hi, Zatch!" I'd always hear. I would kindly wave back before wondering if they were just being rude, or if something was very wrong.
Finally, the day came for the school play,'The Little Price'. I hopped into my outfit and walked backstage, waiting for the production to begin. As I peered out into the audience, I spotted my parents. I could see my mother and father whispering to each other as my mother held up a small video camera. I giggled and waved a bit. My mother did the same with that kind, beautiful smile of hers. I poked my head back in and took a deep breath. The play was about to begin.
After the final scene, Zeno and I were the only one's left on stage. The lights dimmed into blackness and the audience began to applaud our performance. As the lights came back on, I lifted my arms above my head and gripped Zeno's hand before taking a long bow. When I lifted my head, I could see my mother jumping around. It was very curious since my parents weren't the type to get so excited at events like that. When I looked harder, I could see that she wasn't at all jumping for joy. Her face lost it's color and she looked afraid. I got a small glimpse of my father trying to calm her down, before the lights went out for the last time.
-And he lived happily ever after-
Not too long after, both of my parents fell very ill. The play of the little prince would be the last event they would ever see, and I tried desperately to prepare myself. Of course, nobody could possibly be prepared for the death of their parents. On that day, not only did my parents leave my side, but Zeno disappeared. I never saw him again.
{Zeno Bell}
I tugged lightly on my rather stylish noose and growled at the darkness. Right before me; past the thin line of the mind realm, was Yuno. That witch was put in charge of my little brother, which I wouldn't have any problem with if she actually treated him how he deserved. Instead, she abused him. Threatened his life, beat him, told him that he was worthless. I clenched my fists until I could feel my own nails dig into my flesh. I concentrated on Zatch for a few moments before I decided that I was to rid her from the mamodo world. I wanted to be sure that he wouldn't be able to see what I was about to do. I sighed in relief as the terrain loaded and I was able to see him in his bedroom. So precious, yet the one woman they could find to take him into custody found so many ways to make him feel like trash.
-No more. I swear it-
He couldn't see it, but as he cried in his little bedroom, our mother was there trying to comfort him. She caressed his head and sang, but he couldn't see her. He couldn't feel her. He just kept on crying. I sighed and zoomed back in on my target. She was watching the television. I looked past the screen and smirked as an idea took it's place in my conscience. I lifted my hand and watched as the channel switched to pure static. The old witch pressed her hands to her ears and grabbed the remote in an attempt to low down the volume.
After a minute or two, I slipped on the video clip of 'The Little Prince' onto the screen and then waited.
–There Zatch was, without a care in the world. He looked handsome with his little outfit on and I just couldn't help smiling at that. The lights slowly dimmed and everyone began to applaud. I had to rest the video camera down so I could clap without affecting the sound on the video. When the lights came back on, I grabbed the camera again and resumed the recording. I smiled as I looked over the video camera to wave at my little boy, but when I glanced at the small screen on the camera, I saw not one, but two little boys on the stage. I had no doubt, one of them was mine, but the other one made me jump–
That was my cue. I jumped through the darkness, using the television screen as my guided portal and pounced on the woman. Before she could so much as scream, I knocked her off the chair and rung my hands tightly around her neck before pushing my thumbs into her windpipe. Not too long after, I felt the crack I was looking for and watched as her breath slowly left her. Not too long after, she went completely limp. I let her go and stepped back to admire my work. There was a bright red ring around her neck and a fearful facial expression even in death. Right at that moment, I swore that I would destroy anyone that ever hurt my little brother. Nobody would ever mistreat him while I was watching over him. I crossed my heart.
–It looked like the second boy had a mask on. It was horrid and frightening. Around his neck was a noose, cut off at the end. "Who is that? What's going on?" I yelled at my husband. He only gently touched my arm and tried to calm me down. I looked over the camera once more. There was NOTHING there! I didn't want to, but once more I looked at the camera screen. Right over him was the body of a woman as she hung and swayed. I gulped and observed the little boy. He was looking directly at me and it frightened me so terribly that I nearly fell over the ledge as the lights went out for the last time–
