Enter The Light
There is a price for everything in life. Nothing is free, there is always a risk. This I learned on my own. No one taught me anything I learned except the scriptures. I learned all else on my own. The most important thing I learned was just as I said, everything in life has a price. I always knew there was a world outside the underground chambers where I remained like a prisoner. All that was missing were shackles but even then it still felt the same as a dungeon. I also always knew there was more for me in life, there was something else. No matter how badly I wanted it, it was always so far away. So I decided to sneak away. Simple, right? Just for an hour or so, and Rishid could take my place. Isis led me out against her will I knew but I wouldn't give up what could be my only chance. When I saw the outside world, I knew I could never remain underground. The urge was always strong but now it was unbreakable. Of course even a small view of the light had a price. When Isis and I returned, we found we had triggered a silent alarm. It wasn't me or Isis who payed the price, but Rishid. We found him on the ground tied up and having been whipped like a mule. He looked near death. What happened next I can sparcely remember but when I was at my full senses I saw my father up against the wall, dead.
A mysterious man came from the wall, telling me the Pharoah was coming soon. I didn't care. I could care less about the Pharoah. I nearly lost my life in servitude to him, I didn't give a damn! That's when it started. I know that I murdered my father. I don't know how I know as I remember nothing of it but I could feel it. That's when my journey started. I spent the next six years working odd jobs in Egypt, earning as much money as possible so I could by a motorbike and drive away to somewhere else. I now despised Egypt. I would pray to my father often for forgiveness. I took the Millenium Rod and kept it as a symbol of his loss. Within those six years I had grown taller. My hair was longer, down to my back. I had a purple tanktop with black pants and shoes. I also wore gold bracelets and earings, which I stole. Yes, I couldn't help it. When no one was looking I would steal such jewlery. The clothes were the only thing I bought, and the motorbike. Stealing something like that would never work.
"Malik-Sama, are you sure you want to leave?"asked Rishid. I was on my motorbike, placing my helmet on. Isis also stood there worrying. "My father died at my hands I don't want you to be near me until I've repented for it. I must leave, for now"I said. I rode off before their worry would make me hesitate. I didn't know where exactly I would go but I knew it had to be somewhere far away. That's when I spotted a boat that was stopping by. Everything after that was also a blur up to the point where I regained my memory and was on the boat. I was in a room with my motorbike and Millenium Rod leaning against the wall. I knew it was the boat because I could see the ocean from the window and little else. I walked over and put the Rod in one of my belt buckles and went out. I blocked my eyes from the sunlight when I first stepped out.
"Attention, we are arriving back at America, repeat, we are reaching back to America. Please get ready to leave"I heared from the loud speaker. During my years of service, I had learned the basics of scoiety such as schools, homes, law enforcement and such. I had learned little about other countries though, except for a tad bit about America. "Wow, this place is incredible"I said observing the buildings. Egypt wasn't even close to this level of advanced structure. The boat was in the process of stopping at the docks. Immidiately I rushed in and hopped on my motorbike. Starting it up, I rode off on the dock. People scattered away like ants about to be stepped on. I pushed my bike upwards, managing to ride it over the edge of the boat. I watched unbeleivingly the water below me, fearing I may crash but I landed safetly and continued to ride off, cheering loudly. I seemed to know English, from where I learned it I don't remember. Even if my parents knew it, they wouldn't teach it to me. I shrugged it off, making a sharp turn and racing through the roads. Cars zoomed to a hault and some nearly crashed but I was having too much fun to care. I thrust one of my arms in the air giving a big "Woo hoo!" for all to hear. I heared screams around me, and the shouting of someone. Looking behind me, I saw a man in blue uniform chasing me. I figured it to be one of those cops I've heared of. We had them in Egypt but they were dressed diffrently. He was chasing me down allright. "Better make a break for it"I said, pushing on the gas peddle. I went even faster, making another sharp turn that nearly made me crash. I saw an alley up ahead of me and got ready to turn. The cop was far behind me now but he may get a car so I couldn't risk it. I slowed down just a bit so I didn't miss the turn. I forced my weight to the side and managed to drive in. I skidded down, nearly hitting a metal fence. I hit the break just in time.
I let out a sigh and listened, no noise. I stayed quiet for a long while, hearing shouts from police and such but they never searched this alley. So stupid! Certain they were gone, I hopped back on and rode out again. I decided to be more careful this time. It was fun though and I probaly will do it again in a day or so. Besides, I had some worries now. I had no money, no home, and even though I could get jobs in Egypt, I wasn't sure if I could here. Thisd place was definetly diffrent. If I had done what I just did in Egypt, there would've been much more open space. Here, it always semed so crowded. I waited longer then I thought, the sun was beggining to go down. "Oh great, what now?"I thought. Suddenly cars popped out in front of me. I skidded to a hault. These cars were diffrent I noticed, they had red and blue lights flaring out on top of them. Cops came out of the car, holding guns at me. "Freeze!"they ordered. People were looking at what was happening. I never thought about what it would be like to have a bunch of people staring at you but I felt pitiful at the moment. I slapped a hand over my helmet, oh the humiliation. "You the boy who sped recklessly down the streets?"asked one of them. I sighed, this was a break for me. I wasn't a stranger to lying. "Nope, I just got here"I lied with enough sincerity that I nearly fooled myself. "Allright, you should get home. I'll escort you"he said. Oh great! What would they do to me if they found out I didn't have a home? Would they lock me away? Kill me on the spot? I should've learned about America before coming but then again I didn't really have the time."No thanks, I'll be fine on my own"I lied. "Very well. Get home soon. People shouldn't be out while that maniac's on the loose"he said. I didn't much like being called a maniac but I was safe for now at least. These cops were such idiots! As the police drove away, I went back on my motorbike, staring at the handle bars.
Coming here was a mistake. I had no home, nowhere to go. "You're not from around here, are ya?"I heared a voice ask. I looked behind me and saw a man standing there, a tall buff man with a wife beater shirt, blue jeans, black shoes and bald. This man could kill me with his bare hands! He laughed. "Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya. What's your name?"he asked. Should I give it to him? Looking into his eyes I felt another wave of fear and felt best not to lie to him. "Malik Isthar"I said with a gulp. "Isthar? You from Korea or something?"he asked. Korea, was it like Egypt? Is that why he associated my name with it? Better awnser, don't wanna anger him?"Egypt sir"I said. "Egypt, eh? That's where they mummify people and stuff, right?"he asked. I shook my head. "No, we don't do that"said Malik. The truth is, maybe they did. He only knew so much since six of his sixteen years were spent above ground. "You need an escort home?"he asked. Again with this escort. Was it custom to ask to escort someone home in America? "No, I'm allright"I said. I rode off quickly before he could strangle me, at least I assumed he would. I drove around through the night, to accomplish what, don't ask me. Eventualy my motorbike was out of gas and I had to stop. I kicked it in anger, nearly hurting my poor toe. "Hello there, need help?"he heared a gentle voice ask. Turning around he saw an old woman in somekind of black gown with a hood, some of it white at the top. "Why do you dress like that, if you don't mind me asking?"I asked. "I'm a Nun, you know what Nuns are?"she asked. I shook my head. "Are you from around here?"she asked. Unlike the man from before, this woman gave me a feeling of comfrot, of security. I took my helmet off and placed it on the bike. "I come from Egypt"I admmited. "Egypt? Wait, you mean you don't live in America?"she asked. I shook my head."I snuck on a boat"I said. I couldn't bring myself to lie to her, like some mystical force was keeping me from lying.
"I see. You don't have a home I take it?"she asked. I shook my head again. "Come inside with me. We'll take care of your motorbike. It is yours, right?"she asked. I nodded and she put a hand on my back. I seethed aloud in pain, falling to my knees. That place was still very sore even after all these years. "I'm sorry, what happened to your back?"she asked. I couldn't tell her. I had to lie, I could this time. "Nothing" I said. She felt her hand around my back. "Your back dosen't feel right, let me see it"she said now that we were inside. It was somekind of sanctuary. Large colored windows, statues and crosses were around. "No, please"I said. "It's okay, I understand your problem but you must let me see"she said. How did she know? How could she? She unbuttoned by shirt and whipped it off. She went behind me and gasped. I turned and saw a hand over her mouth. "Dear God, what happened?"she asked, placing her hands on my shoulders. She turned me around, she looked afraid. This place brought an even greater feeling of truth, one I couldn't even begin to fight. "M-my father, he carved the scriptures on my back"I said nervously. "You poor thing, when did this happen/"she asked. "Six years ago"I said. "Six years? How old are you?"she asked. "Sixteen"I said. "Oh lord, please help this soul"she said, putting her finger on her forehead, chest, then her shoulders. I mimicked the motion but didn't feel anything. "No wonder you ran away, it's a good thing you know English. How long have you been in America?"she asked. "Just today"I said. I don't remember how long the trip was nor do I remember doing much during it. "Let's get you cleaned up up. What's your name?"she asked. "Malik Isthar"I said.
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I need more blood. I need to kill, I need to torture. It's all I live for, it's my hunger. I must be fed. The lust is too strong to resist. I feel supressed by this place. I don't have any strength now. I will wait. Feed me Malik, feed me. I need more. Much more.
That's the end of this chapter. Next chapter Malik starts school. I'm sure you can probaly guess who was speaking at the end but it wouldn't make sense to give him a name yet. The majority of the story will be told through Malik's POV but there will be times when we shift to another POV. Despite a few obvious supernatural traits, this will mostly be a down to earth fic. Anyway, enjoy, and review!