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Afraid of the Light	By : Resting-Madness Category: Beyblade > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"And you're saying Ozuma just freaked out?" Asked Max, concern showing in his voice.
Zeo was telling them all about what had happened at Ozuma's house earlier that day. He called them right after he and Ozuma made up over the phone. It was a nice conversation between the two and, by the way Ozuma sounded, there were no hard feelings.
"Yeah, we were playing and-..." He shrugged. "I don't know, I got carried away and put him in the pantry. I didn't notice the light switch was on the outside until after he started screaming." A frown spread across the blue haired boy's face.
"That sucks." Max went silent as though he were thinking about it. He couldn't imagine being shut up in a tiny little closet period, he had severe claustrophobia at one point in time, and even though he was over it, he never went into small spaces without taking notice to all the exits.
"What sucks," piped Tyson. "is what a baby this kid turned out to be."
"Tyson!" Max scolded in a tone that didn't seem to be his own.
"What? It's true... Zeo, when you told us about Ozuma you said he was fun, right?"
"Yeah"
"One of the guys," he continued on as though Zeo hadn't said anything at all. "But so far all we've been doing lately is babysitting him and his," impersonates Ozuma, adding a child like quality to it. "Feawr of the daaawk."
Zeo and Max were silent as though what Tyson was saying had some truth to it. But neither would agree or disagree with him, that's just the way Tyson is, and the way things are around there.
Max shifted the phone in his hand. "So, is Ozuma hanging with us tomorrow?"
"I think so. He didn't say he had any plans or anything."
"Tch." Tyson waved a hand. "Let's hope something comes up then. I can't take it anymore."
"You're only mad because Ozuma talked to Rei and Kai today," The blond rolled his eyes. "You said so yourself last week, Ty', that he wasn't so bad."
"Yeah well, anyone who talks to those two snakes in the grass don't deserve friends."
Zeo listened to the two argue on their lines. His mind went back to this afternoon.
"Zeo?" Max called.
"Did you fall asleep, dude?"
"I just... was thinking about something that's all."
Max cleared his throat to avoid the cracking he felt in it, then spoke. "About what?"
He hesitated. He didn't wanna be outcast next, but... what Zeo saw was still going through his mind. "When Ozuma was in the closet I... saw something, under the door."
"What do you mean?"
"Max I saw... I don't know- feet! They didn't look like Ozuma's."
Tyson made an agitated sigh. "Don't tell me you're buying into all this ghost stuff too? Come on, Z'.."
Zeo laughed nervously. "No, of course not. When I opened the door the only person inside was Ozuma."
"Like I thought," Tyson grouched. "Look, I'd love to talk more about the un-brave little toaster but I got sleep to catch up on. Night guys!"
"Night Tyson." They both said through the phone.
"Call you in the morning, Zeo, and hey..."
"Yeah Max?"
"I like Ozuma, don't push him away. Okay?"
"...Okay..."
"Good night." He hung up before hearing Zeo's reply.
"Good night." Pressing the phone back down on the base, he sighed. Some fun this all turned out to be. But I can't help but wonder if Ozuma really sees someone there... I guess I'll never know.
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The book hadn't worked. Ozuma rested his eyes for what felt like an hour but only a minute or two passed when he'd checked the clock. The two night lights shown brightly in the room. He frowned. The light from the hall... It's showing into my room... kind of like they're touching. He rolled over to his side. It was far too quiet in that house, and it made his skin crawl. I should go downstairs- check things out and make sure they're ok. With Dad gone I'm the man of the house now, and if someone is in here than it's my job to protect mom.
Sitting up he scoots to the back of the bed, his pillow scrunching in with each inch he came to the headboard and himself. Craning his head up and forward his frown deepened. "Hello..." Blinking, he shook his head with a scoff of disbelief. "I'm doing it again, trying to make myself scared." Stepping out of bed, he knelt down and grabbed his flashlight from the side table drawer. "Why am I talking to myself out loud," he continued to move around the room.
Gonna need something hard to protect me. He moved some papers around in the drawer. Yeah, where's my gun? I'm packing serious heat. He smiled at his joke. He knew full well he had no weapons in his room. He would have to get one from the kitchen once he got there.
Turning on the flashlight, he played the beam outside of his door. There wasn't a sound made, although, he didn't really know what he was waiting for or expected. Taking a few cautious steps toward the door, he wondered about his theory. If you can't see it, it's not really there. He swallowed. Or... It's there only because I can't see it. Wait- that doesn't make much sense. Shaking it off, he walked out of the room. I've got to be brave.
The hall was dark on one end and the other. The only light was set in the center of the hall where the socket was placed. Ozuma aimed the beam to the left. The darkness ran from it, as it always does. Then he aimed it right, the darkness again went down the stairs. But this was an audible retreat that wasn't missed. Ozuma rushed into his mother's bedroom; a hard task considering it was across the hall and a little toward the very location the retreating was going in. He turned off the light. If he were gonna do this, he had to be smart.
His mother's low breathing filled the room, creating comfort for him. This is for you mom. Holding his breath, Ozuma walked out of the room into the hall. In his heart he prayed whatever was on the stairs had long gone and didn't plan on hiding out there to push him down like it had planned to before. Hmm? How'm I gonna get downstairs in this darkness though? I'll fall regardless. Wetting his lips in anticipation, he let out his held in breath. Do it quick and get it over with. Pressing the rubber button on the flashlight, the bright yellow illuminated the stairwell for a brief second before Ozuma flicked it off.
The stairs are empty.
Good, whatever it was, it's gone now. Lowering his right foot, he placed it on the step below. One... Lowering his other foot to the step below the right foot, he counted again. Two... Each step was counted out as he slowly went down the stairs, one foot at a time, until he reached the bottom at thirteen. His goal was the pantry. He had to make sure that it was empty. It was the only way he was going to rest easily tonight.
He knew the distance without turning on the flashlight. And, taking the necessary steps needed to get over there, Ozuma found his self staring into the black hole of the pantry, eyes to the hole in the wall. For Mom... He reminded himself. A shaking hand reached out for the light switch. Quickly Ozuma flipped it up, but a blue light flashed like a small bolt of lightning had lit the tiny space before the darkness returned. Wha-... Oh... that's right. I broke the bulb earlier. Ha, guess I couldn't have turned it on this afternoon even if I had wanted to.
"Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee."
Ozuma spun on his heels. The flashlight was gripped harder as he tried everything in his power not to turn it on. But his body shook, his fear of the dark becoming apparent again ready to consume his brain with all kinds of thoughts as to what caused the laugh and what it planned to do once it got a hold of him.
"Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!"
The laughter was closer now, and the voice was definitely female. It was the woman. It has to be her!
Think Ozuma! Think! He kept his ears covered to block out the sound. He only hoped that he was right about the light being its weakness, he didn't know what he was going to do if he were wrong. Would his mother hear his screams? Would she get there in time? Okay, I can turn on the flashlight for a second to make sure my path is clear, then I can run upstairs and forget this ever happened. I can sleep in with mom tonight just to be sure that I'm safe. Looking up, though it proved pointless because he couldn't see, Ozuma gripped the long body of the flashlight with enough force to break it in two.
Just a quick flash.
"Run from Dawn!" A harsh male tone came from nowhere- everywhere!
"Heeheeheeheehee!" The laugh continued.
"Yes! Yes!" The man cried. "Feed me light..." The man cheered as if Ozuma were a walking glow stick, and he saw the boy going for the flashlight's on/off button.
That's all I needed. Standing, Ozuma dashed off toward the stairs; the giggle following close behind him.
"Heeheeheeheehee!"
Once in the hall, Ozuma's feet fell out from under him and he hit the floor with a grunt. The skin on his cheek burned, he knew why before he even raised a hand to check. He had been cut, something grabbed his face before he got into the room.
The thumping of feet sounded on the stairs, bringing with it a chanting of, "Yes... yesss..."
Frantic, Ozuma reached for the night light beside him, practically ripping it from the socket. A dim spark came from the disconnection before the hall went black. He was alone. There was no light except for the small shadow of orange that came from his bedroom. He surely couldn't go back in there tonight. He would have to wait- till, when? Dawn? No, that's what they wanted. They messed with him- got inside his head and it was working.
But he wasn't beat yet. He had to get the lights off in his room, but to do that he had to shine light on them so they would turn themselves off.
"Aheeheeheeheeheehee!" The laughter seemed absolutely giddy now and it sounded so close. But he remained brave, he couldn't- wouldn't- turn on that flashlight. Not when it would only fuel them to attack.
"Ah!" Ozuma jumped out of his skin when he felt something touch his shoulder.
But his nerves tried to calm down again, identifying that it was only the blood from his cheek dripping down onto his shoulder. He would have to worry about the cut tomorrow. For now, he had to see if his plan would work.
Scooting across the floor like a crab, Ozuma pressed his back to the wall that lead into his bedroom. He planned to turn on the light with his hand over it so that only a small beam would show and with this, he would aim the beam at the night light closest to him, and when it cuts off he would slide in and yank it out. Then do the same with the other. His nerves were screaming at him, telling him that it would never work. His parent's room was just a little trip away. He could sleep in there and worry in the morning.
Covering the glass on the flashlight, he turned it on. His hand glowed in a bloody red that made him a little nauseas. Lowering his hand so that it aimed into his bedroom at the night light under the window, he parted his middle and index finger. A little strip of light jumped through them. The beam went right over to the night light, shutting it off instantly. Ozuma wasted no time in making a mad dash to it, and ripping it out of the wall.
His bed glowed in the light that was beside it, blocked off a bit by the side table. How would he manage this one? At least he wouldn't have to use the flashlight again, he always left the click on night light by his bedside. God, he should have just gone in with his mother. Now he was stuck! Clicking off the flashlight, Ozuma curled into a ball. I can't freeze up now. I have to get to my bed. But how? He had nothing with him, no weapons- nothing. I know! Sitting up on his knees, Ozuma aimed the flashlight at his bed. If he couldn't get over to the night light then he would break it.
He closed his eyes in silent prayer, and when he opened them, he aimed the flashlight once- twice, then he hurled it beside his bed. A low crack let him know he made contact but it wasn't strong enough to take out the light. Not completely anyway as it flickered with a little life that it was receiving from being half way plugged in.
Come on, come on... Go out! He coached it on. And with a little effort still put behind it, the light gave up and burned out. Ozuma breathed deeply to relax himself as darkness engulfed the bedroom.
I'm safe... His words were drowsy even in his mind.
He needed sleep. It wasn't as if he'd be down for very long, it was already going on 4 in the morning. He could join his mother and sleep the rest of the morning away. Nodding, he left the room on shaking legs. Ozuma had to let himself relax in order to beat these people his enemy had to become his friend. He had to get over his fears of darkness or he would never last another day.
Ozuma will be safe with his mother, and then when morning came he would take out all the night lights. Never turn another light on, not even in the bathroom- there most of all actually. He was going to beat this thing, and when his father came back he would ask with every fiber of his being if they could move.
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