Laura- Ha ha ha ha ha! ((sparkle)) I have gotten around to do something else!
Kathleen- And that means you aren't working on Pure Insanity... ((growl))
L- Eeh! I'm sorry already! And to anyone who's been unfortunate enough to find this or any of our previous stories-
K- There's only two.
L- BESIDE THE POINT! You people have my symathy. And these cookies I have made.
K- You made cookies?
L- Yup! Have one! ((holds out plate with charred, black cookies))
K- ... I rather save my health.
L- Awww... But I have another batch in the oven! ((atomic explosion in background))
Katie (Laura's sister)- LAURA YOU IDIOT! YOU DON'T PUT WATER IN COOKIES!
K- O.o;;;
L- ;; Oopsies... Eeeh... Hopefully the story's not as bad as my cooking skills...
The walls let out a tired creak as the black-clad guard carefully rested his shoulder against them. It had been another long day for him, and he was pleased to see some of the bright lights lining the halls flickering lower. Even after working for so long, he was still always relieved when it was time for his break. Lowering his hazy grey-flecked eyes, he glanced at the watch around his wrist, the symbols glowing brightly in the dim light. Only ten more minutes, he thought, sighing aloud. Eyes straying, he briefly passed over the charcoal grey wristband that he was designated to wear. Slowly turning his wrist, he passed over the ever-glowing button the band housed. It was only to be pushed for emergency. His weary mind pondered briefly. The glow was always constant, never wavering in the darkness, still always pulsating in the same, dull light. It was probably just some sort of lower shadow magic.
But even though the mechanization of it would never be known to him, its message was clear. Try to leave us, and soon there won't be enough of you left to escape. It told him that he was a shadow guard and nothing more. That he was only in these realms to be a higher power's workhorse, brought here by one of many forms of shadow magic. And if he did anything against this fate, it would be a long fall. He held spilt power over the captives of this penitentiary, sharing the workload with a dozen others, each one of them only worthless shells only fit for work in such a place. They could easily be replaced whenever they failed to service the powerful creatures they served. The creatures who had brought them here. Who had first stole them away. No… He pushed the thoughts from his mind. He had been trained to take all thoughts of his human life away. He was only here to do a job. So he would have to leave all those other notions behind him, for his broken soul was not meant to understand.
There were soft footsteps coming from down the hall; falling carefully on the hard ground. Tap-tap. It's probably just another guard, he tried to soothe his troubled nerves. Tap-tap. He felt tired, Something in his soul was weighing him down. Tap-tap. Like something was stealing his spirit force. Tap-tap. The footsteps padded closer. He had never felt so drained. A dark figure turned the corner, their dark cape searing into his hazy sight. A sentry? None of the normal guards wore that; only…
The figure stretched out their arm, sleeve falling back to reveal a well-tanned arm, turned white by what they held, cradled in their hand. The guard's face blanched as he glanced at the black band tightly fitted around the arm, which was criss-crossed with long, dark scars. The signs came together in the dark fog of the guard's fading mind, and as it did, it felt like a punch. He fought to retrieve his mind as he stared into the glowing orb. Colors of light and dark swirled around in it like a choice between good and evil.
"Wait, sir! Stop now!" the guard croaked in a feeble attempt for his life. How did someone escape! His plead was met with steely resolve. "SIR! Stop n-" An unknown force suddenly acted against the guard's body, sending him flying backwards. He could feel the shadows slowly breaking apart the fragile fibers of his soul.
The brightness of the orb was overwhelming now, as if ripping a tear of the darkness of the hallway. With wide, unblinking eyes, the guard stared into the light, praying it wasn't his fate.
"I've come too far to be stopped now," the attacker's mouth slid into a mocking smile. "By some worthless peacekeeper. Your fate means nothing to me." The voice was nothing more than a whisper, but the cold, hollowness of these word couldn't have meant more if they were shouted. Whipping the skinny fingers around the orb, they stopped in a position of menace behind it. A lock of black hair blew across the person's face, and it almost sounded as if there was a twinge of remorse in their voice. "If I still cared about another's fate, do you think I would be here?" For the briefest moment, the guard could see clearly into those haunting eyes. They told of a need for something, like an unsatisfied hunger. Then, with out hesitation, the sphere of light was hurtled at him, and the world went black.
"Yet again, I am the one to dip my hands into this bloodied pool," the killer chuckled to them self, feeling the energy of the strong shadow magic coursing through their veins. "I give lives for my own gain, only to their expense." Smug eyes peered from behind the dark hood as the person nonchalantly kicked the body to the side like a discarded piece of trash. Long, black strands of hair flowed from behind the cape as the shadows' task finished, and they left, hungrily stirring up the air. Pulling the hood closer, the person walked down the hall. No one can stop me.
Faster, faster, through the dimly lit corridor. They ignored the howls of locked prisoners; that life was behind them now. I have more power than they can wish for. I have freedom. The killer had only experienced this freedom once before. Now, that joyous feeling was dipped in the bitter need for something greater. Revenge. A new adrenaline rushed through the figure's body. Taking one deep breath, they came to a halt in front of a piece of stylized black glass, they stopped to take in the reflection.
Dark, sun tanned skin covered the face that looked back, proceeding carefully down the soft cheeks. It suddenly stopped, becoming crossed with scars of things untold. An unwavering glare from the green-flecked hazel eye commanded the attention of all who looked. But only that one eye dared to look back, the other one hidden under a cascade of black, silky hair. A knowing smile crossed over her lips. Her beauty was undisputable, like a ruby among granite. And that is not even gloating, she thought with a vaguely conceited chuckle. Breaking away from the reflection, she turned down the remainder of the corridor. There were more important matters at hand. She had a job to do.
Warily looking into the darkness, her thoughts wandered. Back to the past, the people she'd known, the ones she'd befriended, the ones she'd hurt. The ones I am going to hurt, she thought as feeling of deep resentment welled up inside of her. The one who hurt me. Conjuring up the face, she felt a twinge of desire in the anger. His tanned skin, his tangled white hair. His glaring chocolate-colored eyes, which could break into your soul or melt you, depending on who you were. Memories overtaking her, she let out a sigh of half-longing, the past flowing through her mind. Joy turned to anger in a flash, bringing a haunting need for something deeper. A need for retribution. Pushing some of the hair from her face, she put up the hood and proceeded to a locked door. Feelings brought on from the memories raked at her as she experimented with the pan-dimensional lock.
"Nothing gets in my way," she declared under her breath. Calling again on the shadows to aide her, she softly chanted. She could feel the souls she had sacrificed as she spied a tangled glowing purple aura entwine the lock. Abruptly stopping her words, she smiled, listening to the clang of the metal lock against the floor.
"There's no barriers left between us now," she murmured maliciously, half closing her eyes from the light of the outer world. "You should have known that you couldn't have hidden from me for forever, Bakura."
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L- Ha! I can write a whole chapter! BY MYSELF! ((dances)) But I'm sorry it's so short and talky... I'M SO HORRIBLE! ((hits head against wall))
K- Stop. Now. Before you and me lose anymore braincells. But its not like I feel like caring...
L- Your just jelous of my dancing skills. So peoples! Like it? Hate it? Did it give you the uncontrolable urge to sing songs from the Music Man? ((starts singing)) GARY INDIANA, GARY INDIANA-
K- ((slaps a hand over Laura's mouth)) For the sake of this poor, poor girl's mental state, review!
L- I WILL MAKE YOU LORD OF THE RINGS SHAPED COOKIES! See, here's the Ring of Power! ((holds up yet another charred black cookie))
K- ;;;
