Draggy: I'm ba-ack. I felt like typing… so here I am! Yep. Like I said earlier, I felt like doing a prequel (damn it, I cannot spell that word correctly. A gun could be pointed at my head and in order to spare my life I for some stupid reason had to spell prequel (damn!- spelled it wrong again.) and then I would die!) This is a continuation of my other script Awakening Dreams and if you just joined my adventurous tale then don't worry. What you are reading takes place before that script… so that script could in a way be a spoiler. However if you have read it, then, yay, 'cos it's nice you came to read this script! ^-^
Just a note in case I fail to mention this previously, this tale takes place in Ancient Egypt. No hikari's or anything (sorry- if you want hikari's then you'll trip over them in practically every other script out there, or you can read my earlier script… anyway) Well, here's this script. Ooouuhhh, how exciting eh.
No Yugi-oh owning...
Chapter 1: In The Ally
Alef looked around franticly. His mother was screaming at him, telling him to run. But he couldn't, his legs wouldn't move. One of the darkly dressed men lounged at him and would have gotten him too if his farther hadn't intervened. Alef watched with undying fear as the dark one repeatedly stabbed his father. His mother was being held by two others and was continually struggling to reach her son, tears in her eyes as she looked away from the bloody corpse that was once her husband.
"ALEF, ALEF RUN FROM HERE. ESCAPE WELL YOU STILL CAN!!" Her voice was pleading now. "Please run…" Tears fell from her eyes, as she was pulled farther into the shadows of the ally. "Ra save us!"
Still Alef hadn't moved, he was in total shock and denial about the events that was ripping what little of the world he knew. The figure in black licked his lips as he pulled the dagger from Alef's father's chest one last time. He stood, smiling. "Come here boy." The voice was cold and heartless; it seemed to lack a soul. Alef's eyes darted from his screaming mother to his dead father and back onto the dark man. "I said come here boy!" The voice didn't even sound real. Alef's head shook from left to right ever so slowly. All sound had been blocked entry to his ears. He took a step back as the man; gripping the bloody knife started towards him.
Suddenly Alef's mind cleared, all sounds came back. The dark sandy voice, the screams of his mother, the blood trickling from various areas of his father's corpse. "Alef, RUN!" His mother screamed. The words finally got through to him and before he could do anything but follow his mother's instructions his legs were taking him away from it all. His head jerked back, trying to see if his mother was all right. The last words he heard her say were, "For the love of Ra Alef, don't look back!"
The man in dark had followed behind and was gaining on him quickly. Alef gave all the strength he had into quickening his pace. His mind was a jumble and he had no time to sort it. Soon however, he felt tired and couldn't run anymore. Not that that mattered because the dark man had already caught up with him. Alef was grabbed and thrown into the nearest wall. He fell flat down after smacking off of it.
Not wanting to but feeling the need to Alef opened his eyes. Two black boots were currently all he could see. A golden cord- no, not a cord, a golden snake seemed to encircle the boot as a decoration. The foot kicked Alef in the face and he quickly brought his hands up to the sore spot. Tears sprang from his eyes as well as a loud wail.
The dark stranger bent down and held Alef's face in his hands. He pierced Alef's eyes with his gaze, eyes that were totally dark, no colour to them and no reflected light. Through sobs he gave off a weak shudder. The dark man smiled at this. His hand reached out and grasped Alef's neck within seconds and Alef was once again forced to the wall. His feet dangled helplessly and his sobs had abruptly stopped to be replaced with a few attempted gasps at air.
"You are lucky little one." The dark figure spoke softly and his voice sounded like death itself. "Yes, very lucky indeed." With that Alef fell to the floor. Once down he fell to his side and grasped at his neck as he started choking and gasping air. After a few minutes he finally could breath easily again. He lifted his eyes up and to his surprise he found nobody was with him.
Uncontrolled relief washed through him until a single thought crossed his mind. What if the dark man went back after his mother. "Mom…" he whispered before shakily standing up. After falling over Alef grasped at the wall for balance. Once his head stopped spinning he attempted to a run but was quickly discouraged when he slipped and fell. So, picking himself back up he started to walk back in the direction he had originally came from.
Fear plagued his mind- of what might have happened, what was still happening, and what was going to happen. Silently he peered into the ally. It was silent. Dead silent. Cautiously he peered into it. Nothing was moving. Pushing away his fear with concern for his mother Alef stepped into the ally. He paused a minute, expecting something along the lines of "Ah, ha," or "got ya now!" But nope. Nothing. Still weary he moved farther into the ally. Ignoring the sticky fluid that grabbed at his sandals. He knew what it was but preferred to pretend it was nothing more than water.
His father's lifeless body was in worse shape then it was when he ran away. Silent tears formed in his eyes. He went to the dead body as he gave a silent prayer. Once done he looked to the dark spot his mother was last seen being dragged through. He quickly turned his eyes away. He couldn't bear seeing her like that, not his mother.
Afraid to death of touching his father's corpse he did the only thing he could, he pulled it closer to his mother's mangled up body. Once done he spoke a prayer to his mother as he wished she would find happiness in her new life or peace in the after life.
Sorrow, fear, pain, exhaustion, all these things and more wore Alef down. Not able to look at his parent's bodies any more- and not able to leave them yet he slumped on a wall a fair distance from the corpses. There sleep took his tear stained face.
It wasn't until later, much later had two strange boys found him.