Hello one and all!
NightRaven13 here, after what seemed like a lengthy break, I have returned! Ok, so I've left my other story hanging…sorry to those readers in advanced…but my ideas for that story have kinda run dry. Don't worry, I'll try and get back to that one soon enough, its just that this story has been kinda bugging my creative dark and evil mind a lot lately. The following is simply a prologue….and although it might not make a lot of sense, it does have a lot to do with the following story. Please do not judge my story as a whole simply from reading the prologue….you need to read the rest to have get the full effect. Anywho….be forewarned that this prologue is a bit graphic, so if you are faint of heart…please wait until I have posted the first chapter. To the rest who are brave enough to go on…please review and tell me what you think. Your reviews will encourage me to update faster. Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did…I do not own Yu-gi-oh or anything else for that matter!!
He had finally done it, he had killed him.
Somehow, it wasn't as satisfying as had original perceived it would be…well, not yet anyway.
He watched as the lifeless body at his feet bled profusely onto his shoes.
"Well now, we can't have that now can't we!"
He kicked the body once, then laughed with glee as more blood gushed out of the corpse.
"Guess I'VE kicked you too hard then!"
The corpse laid there, unable to respond, devoid of a life, and helplessly taking a beating from its murderer. After a while, he picked the corpse up and dragged it across the white linoleum floor.
"I've had my fun, now it's time I got rid of my raggedy old play thing," he laughed once more as he dragged the corpse along.
He struggled a bit at first, seeing as how the body kept getting caught on things, but eventually managed to get it where he wanted it to be.
"Even in death, you are still quite difficult to handle," he muttered as he wiped his bloody hands on his trousers, leaving a sticky red stain behind on them.
The body laid glistening with crimson blood and bruises all over it. It's murderer smiled down upon it, savoring the killing and what was to come next for it. He pulled the butcher knife, stolen from the kitchens, from where it was concealed in the back of his pants and ran his finger down the sharp end. His blood stained the sharp kitchen utensil, but not once did he flinch in pain. On the contrary, he actually smiled with a psychotic glee in mind.
"Now I get to have my fun"
He bent down to the body and whispered in its ear.
"Tell me, what's it like to die the way you did?"
No response.
"Fine, I'll just have to make you talk then."
He raised the knife above his head, then brought it swiftly down to the body and began hacking mercilessly away. Flesh, blood, and gore littered the ground when he was finished.
"You'd make a lovely stew you know," he spoke to the pile of flesh, while admiring his work. He picked up what was left of a finger, " Well, minus the bones of course!"
He smiled, pocketed the finger in his shirt, then continued to sever the body. All the while the sound of crunching bones and the smell of mutilated flesh filled the night air and echoed around him.
The gory scene continued for what seemed like an eternity, then he was finished. He stood up and admired the bloody remnants before him. Severed arms and legs laid to his left, while the rest was hardly recognizable from the mutilation it went though. Satisfied with what he had before him, he picked up his shovel and began turning the dark earth below him.
"Can't have anyone knowing about you now" he spoke more to himself than to the mutilated corpse before him.
All around him the echo of the shovel striking the earth could be heard, it's ghastly music sounding pleasing to the murderer's ears. After a while he hurled the shovel aside and began tossing parts of the body into the hole in the ground. Arms and legs disappeared into the earth, almost as if the earth were swallowing a sacrificial offering of sorts. When the gap in the ground became sufficiently full, he picked the shovel up once again and began piling the earth back on top of it. Afterwards, any sign that the earth had even been disturbed was nonexistent.
"There, all better"
He smiled down upon the earth, knowing that only he would ever know what ghastly offering the earth had claimed as its own. He walked over a little farther away and began turning the earth there as well, starting the whole ceremony all over again.
The shovel struck the earth once again, and once again the cryptic echo could be heard around him.
Somewhere close by, a clock striked midnight…it's chime masking the crime taking place.
Several years afterward, not far from where the crime took place, young Anzu Mazaki woke up screaming.
Ok…odd I know…if you need an explanation for my sinister beginning…it was Halloween when I came up with this intro!!! There! THAT BETTER!!!??? Please review now, ok?
-NightRaben13 (.)