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Chapter 5

"Kiddo, where are you? Kid... Kid. Kid! Kid!"

Someone was shaking his shoulder. "Hey kid you alright?"

The person stopped shaking him. He heard rustling and something smacked him in the face really hard. Kid groaned loudly.

"Good your not dead, but could ya wake up already?! Your bleeding, you idiot." The person deadpanned.

Something slapped his face again. As he opened an eye gold clashed with blue. The blurred figure waved a hand in front of his face. As his vision started to clear of the black dots he got a better look at this person. She had spiked black hair and was wearing a Starbucks apron. Her strikingly blue eyes were set in her perfectly angled.

"Welcome back to the world moron. How you feeling?" She chuckled.

Kid blinked a couple times and straighten his stiff neck. Exhaustion and pain hit him like train at full steam ahead. His whole body tensed.

"Easy. Relax or I'll slap you again." She commanded. "You were bleedin' all over the place, so I wrapped your leg for ya."

She looked up at him. Her astonishing blue eyes filled with... Was that concern...? He didn't know.

"What happened? You get shot or something? You were awfully pale and I was fearin' you were gonna die. Tell me you ain't a trouble maker. Like one 'em drug cartels or an agent of the Mafia." She asked pushing his shoulder than helping him sit up straight.

Kid shook his head and spoke. "I'm just a regular person."

"Being a regular person ain't bad kid. I tell ya you must have a great willpower, I thought for sure you weren't gonna survive." She spoke. "A lot of kid can't survive on these streets ya know."

"I'm just smart I guess." He replied.

"And lucky to be honest. But lucky ain't gonna keep ya alive you see. You should really go to a doc." He couldn't place her accent with his head still spinning.

He shook his head. "No doctor is going to take care of me."

"What's your name kid?" She asked.

"Kid actually." He answered.

"Kid huh? Alright you don't have to say, Kid." She held up her hands surrendering.

Kid leaned forward. Something about her irritated him enough to answer all her questions. "I'm serious! My full name is..."

Kid's word were caught in his mouth, as he recalled his whole name. He'd been born being called "Kid" that he'd forgotten his name! His mouth gaped opened and close like a fish out of water as he fathomed his name. Like a thousand year old ocean creature that had come from the ocean abyss, his identity came from her ocean eyes.

"You can't remember?" She inquired.

Kid pushed off the ground and stood. "No I do. Thank you for waking me up. I need to get going."

She raised an eyebrow. "Uh... Alright I guess. Do you want help? You can barely stand ya know."

Kid shook his head again. "No I'm fine. Thank you."

She frowned, but he had already turned and was walking away from the alley.

"You never told me your name!" She called after him.

He paused and turned back. "I owe you that much at least. Its Death the Kid."

She laughed and shook her head. "Alright sure, Kiddo."

"Sure, Kiddo."

He sprinted down the street. Who knows towards what. Dodging people and hotdog stands. He had to get away from her and her questions. He remembered. He didn't need to remember. This was his life. He didn't want to remember, did he? Before he knew it he was the little park down the block.

Surrounded by lush green, exhaustion came over him again he felt the need to sit down. He rested on a shaded wood bench under an oak tree. He listened to the silence for a while, before growling in frustration.

"Damn it all!" He cursed.

Kid pulled off the beanie on his head and ran his hands through his hair. As of this moment he didn't care who saw him. He'd be better off dead. He'd learned too many things all at once. He couldn't handle it. He was going to explode. And it had started with Beelzebub.

Kid was pretty sure he'd killed Beelzebub. He didn't understand how a murder could live with it, because he felt truly horrible. He couldn't stand having someone souls on his hands, even if they were evil. He'd found out what those blue and red orbs were. He had "absorbed," in Beelzebub's words, a human soul. As pulse he gotten a skateboard and some cool looking rings, but he was still weary of them and he didn't know where the skateboard went. On the top of it all he'd remembered stuff he wish was still forgotten.

Kid took his backpack off and put it next to him. He angrily pulled the two matching rings off his fingers and shoved them into a side pocket. He kicked his feet up to the other side of the bench and used his backpack as a pillow. Kid shut his eyes tight and let his frustration slip away. He fell asleep on that little park bench and had the strangest dream he'd ever had before.

At first it was all black. Then suddenly he was standing in front of marble stairs leading up to a huge building that he couldn't quite see, but there was fire coming out of the sides.

"Hey Kid!" Shouted someone behind him.

He turned around and saw a little girl with pig tails as she ran down the stairs behind him. He didn't recognize her, but she seemed familiar even if he couldn't see her face.

Someone tapped his shoulder. Kid whipped around and found himself staring at a kid with dramatically blue star-shaped hair. He had a star tattoo on his shoulder and looked like a total big shot. He grinned a bright smile.

The kid fuzzed out like he was made of a hologram. When the fuzz stopped Beelzebub stood in front of Kid. His smirk replaced the blue haired kids grin.

Kid took a step back in shock and slipped on a step. Where the heck did that ledge come from? He was pretty sure he'd saw a black spiked figure reach out and catch him with a giant white glove.

Before he could figure out what that was, his dream jumped into a different, but clearer background. It was a wide opening to a brick-walled alleyway. There was a fire escape hanging off the side of a strangely blue-colored building to his left. A line of metal box-like newspaper dispensers were off to his right in their triad of green, red, and yellow.

There was no one around but two tall light haired girls. He couldn't tell what they looked like because their faces were covered with shadows. They seemed to be talking but their words were inaudible.

Laughter cut Kid's dream short, which he was sort of grateful for. He opened his eyes and sat up. He couldn't see the owner of the laughter, so he brushed it off as some little girl. He didn't care, he needed to move anyways.

Kid stood up and swung his backpack onto his back. He walked forward and picked his beanie off the grass. He jogged out of the park silently scolding himself for acting so idiotically.

I am not a reap-, he thought cutting himself short. No. Maybe I'll go rob someone.

He glared up at the smiling moon. "That's what criminals do, I guess."