Novel & Cerita How Did Zero Die In The Nightmare Before Christmas

We dressed slowly, sharing laughs over rumpled clothes. As he left for his night shift, promising coffee tomorrow, the snow outside seemed magical, not isolating. Christmas Eve had gifted connection, turning a doorman's kindness into something profoundly intimate, human, and alive.

She was too close to me, and neither Bruce nor Maddox had time to stop her. Just as the blade was about to pierce my heart, I took a step to the side. I was unharmed, but Jessica wasn't so lucky. She tripped over the autopsy table, and the scalpel in her hand plunged straight into her own neck. She died on the spot. Along with the blood flowing out of her body, a cursed worm emerged—it was the mother worm. I took out a small box and put the mother worm into it. Then, I stuffed the box into my pocket.

My younger brother, Jason Callahan, died the day before school started. He jumped from the sixteenth floor of our apartment building. His head was twisted unnaturally to one side. There was not much blood. His tiny body lay curled in a dark pool beneath him. However, the strangest thing was the expression on his face. He was smiling. The moment people saw that smile, the entire crowd sucked in a sharp breath. It was still the face of a child, young and innocent at first glance, yet the smile carried something vicious and unsettling far beyond his age.

Anonymous gossip accounts. A clip of Sophia practicing tears before entering Julian’s office. Then another file opened. The dockside explosion. The footage was grainy, but clear enough to show Sophia opening the restricted gate she had sworn she never touched. My chest tightened, though I no longer had a body that could hurt. So that was why I had died in the first place. So that was why I had been dragged into this world. Dante’s face turned gray. Julian gripped the table. Adrian stepped back as if the floor had shifted beneath him.

Through the surveillance, I saw that he'd been completely frozen over like an ice sculpture, and I curled my lips in satisfaction. Charles died on the seventh day of the ice age, and everything was done and dusted. I stood up and brewed a pot of tea for myself, before turning on my computer and selecting one of the movies I'd downloaded beforehand. Then, I played it while savoring my tea, covered with a warm, cozy blanket. This was the life. One and a half years wasn't long, but it wasn't short, either. Because I'd prepared so thoroughly beforehand, it was the most comfortable period of my life.

Aldric and Seraphiel both reached instinctively as Zero’s body began to glow faintly. Zephyr’s voice echoed, layered and distant. “Prepare your hearts.” The light intensified. For a brief second, Zero’s eyes fluttered. Aldric’s breath shattered. Seraphiel’s control snapped completely as tears finally spilled, silent and unrestrained. The light swallowed Zero’s form. And then.. He was gone. No body. No pulse. No warmth. Just an empty bed. The room fell silent. The sigils faded. Zephyr lowered his staff slowly.

They were gathered around a figure half-buried under a collapsed beam and a mound of shattered concrete. It was Zero. He was on his back, one arm twisted at a sickening angle. His tactical vest was scorched black and torn, revealing angry, blistering burns beneath. But it was his face that stopped me cold. His skin was pale, almost gray, and a trail of blood trickled from his hairline down his temple. His eyes were closed. For a terrifying second, I thought he was gone. The bond was a dull, throbbing ache in my chest, muted and distant.

"I watched them bury him." The rain suddenly felt colder. Ava stared. "What?" Subject Zero opened his eyes, and old, ancient pain crossed his face. "He died. He died thirty years ago." The voice immediately answered inside their heads: *"You should have checked."* Every tree in the forest shook violently. The ground trembled beneath their feet, several vehicles rocked from side to side, and people screamed. Ava grabbed Luca's arm to stay upright. The storm was getting worse—no, not the storm. Something else. Someone else.

They stepped aside when they saw us coming. “So, tell me,” I demanded as we stepped inside the room, my voice dark and cold. “Where is Alex’s body?” What happened next shocked me to my core. Zero dropped to his knees right there in the room. The man who had never failed me, who had killed dozens without blinking, was on his knees looking terrified. “Sir, I tracked him down,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “But...” “But what?” I grabbed him by his shirt, fury burning in my chest. “Where the hell is Alex?”

Nick was about to say something when they heard a loud bang sound from outside. All three of them came out running to check what happened. To their horror, 015B7 was lying on the floor, still tied to his chair. A white foam was coming from his mouth and his whole body had become cold. Nick went to check for his pulse and he was surprised when he looked at Zieve to inform him that he was no more. He couldn't believe it. He told Zieve that a moment ago he was fine.... then what happened suddenly?