Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
The Evil and the Outcast
Chapter 1 - Magical Destruction
A/N: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's!
I do however own Katsumi, please ask permission before using her!
I hope you all like this, I've had an idea like this for about a year, and now I found a way to make it come alive!
This is a JackxOC pairing!
Enjoy!
Fire erupted from the village far from the capital, in the middle of a desert, screams were heard as explosions went off and all life was slowly burned until all that was left were scorched corpses and torched buildings.
A shadow walked slowly from the flames, a dark laugh echoing in the sky, not dulled one bit by the loud roaring flames that engulfed such a small and innocent village.
The shadow's lips curled into a dark smile and violet eyes were flickering with an amber hue as the flames surrounded the figure.
His hair was golden and in the shape of a crown of sorts, two long strands clipped and falling down to frame his face, his eyes a piercing amethyst and dark with a sinister aura, mysterious to those who look into them. His clothes consisted of a long black trench-coat with white spiked patterns around the lapels and on the hem at the bottom. He also wore a white shirt underneath, three buttons undone and showing his chest. His legs were covered with long black trousers, covering the white boots he wore, which had small heels, like riding boots and on his hands, were a pair of white, formal gloves, the type a butler would wear.
This man, this cruel, heartless criminal had killed everyone there. Further more, not one of them had done the villain wrong, he just felt like killing.
The laugh grew louder as the man stepped out into the desert, the light of the fires now behind him as he walked out into the night and faded from view.
Yet again, there were victims to this man's evil, and not one person was left alive to identify him.
He was the perfect killer.
~5D's~
A young woman ran from her village with a shriek as a rock hit the ground beside her, possibly the largest out of the storm of stones being thrown in her direction.
"Get out, thief!" A shop keeper roared, throwing a rock at her and smirking when it hit her back and she cried out, wobbling before picking up the speed she had lost. "No one wants you! You'd be better off dead!"
The woman felt tears spring to her eyes as she continued to run, not wanted in the town she was born in, the town she used to love.
She got a considerable distance away before the finally stopped tossing rocks at her, her back was bleeding slightly, through the white, long, v-necked shirt, her black knee length pants were filthy, like she lived on the streets.
Her hair was ruffled and messy, going to the middle of her spine, blood red with even darker tips, her eyes a burning amber, shining with a yellow glow in them. She looked like she was on fire, especially since she was trudging into an empty desert.
~5D's~
The man chuckled as he walked into his home and tossed his jacket onto a coat rack, the cave winding into corridors, a place he had created especially for his own comfort.
Ridges were engraved into the wall where candles were placed, lighting up the dark chasm with a sinister glow. In the middle of the large 'room' stood a table, with a map and several books on it.
Near the right was a corridor, and to the right of that corridor, was another one, both leading off into different places. Beyond this room, he had a bedroom, a dungeon, a bathroom, a dining room, a library and a kitchen. He had made himself a paradise using the base of the mountain to help.
The man chuckled, the noise cold and deep as he pulled off his gloves and tossed them onto the table as he passed, deciding a nice bath was well deserved.
After all, he was making rather quick progress, and once he had taken his bath, he was going to do the same to another village.
A dark laughter filled the cold and quiet cave as he disappeared down one of the corridors, causing all vermin that reside in the cave to leave out of chilling fear.
~5D's~
The woman sat on top of a hill of sand, staring at her village with sadness and longing, she missed it, despite how much the villagers hated her, she genuinly missed the only place she could call home.
She felt a small tear slip down her cheek and buried her face into her knees, which were tucked to her chest, her arms linked around them to keep them there.
She had no friends, no family and now no home, what was she going to do? She would not allow herself to give up, however, she had the wrong personality for that.
Her eyes sharpened and her tears dried as she looked back at her village. She was going to find herself a new home and start again.
However her train of thought was interrupted when she spotted a figure walk out of the shadows, strolling with an air of arrogance towards her village.
She unfolded her legs and leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands as they buried into the sand below her, staring at the man as he came closer to the town she used to call home.
Something about him made her both curious and cautious, like he was forbidden, like he should be left alone.
The man vanished into the streets of the village, her view compromised by the small cluster of houses. She tsked and sat back on her ass, staring at the town.
Who was that guy?
She leaned back on her hands and looked up at the stars, watching the sky as she smiled. Although it had been a horrible night, she knew everything was alright. She would be alright.
Of course that thought was soon ripped from her when she heard screaming and shot up, staring with horror as her village soon erupted into flames. "No!" She shrieked, standing up and watching as people ran from the village. "Run! Get out of there!"
However the flames had a mind of their own as they shot out and swirled around the people, wrapping around them and torching them, burning them alive inside the torrents of flames.
"NO!" The woman ran down the hill as the screams finally diminished and all that could be heard was the roar of the fire.
Then laughter, a dark sinister laugh that sent chills down her spine. She watched as a figure showed in the blaze and the man who had previously entered the village, walked out, a cruel grin plastered on his face.
The woman watched in both shock and horror as he just walked past the two torched corpses and into the shadows, fading from view.
When she thought it was safe, she ran to her village, so close the heat of the flames hurt her face, yet no fires attacked her, like they had lost the power of free movement.
That man! The woman turned to the shadows the man had disappeared into, a snarl on her lips as tears pricked her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. He was to blame!
She was going to find him! She was going to find him for all the people of her village!
How dare he think he had control over life and death!
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