A/N: Hello! What's up? I'm kinda trying out my dark side of writing. lolz.
Warning: Violence, language and other stuff that I shall not name yet. ;)
I don't own anything but OCs'
Prologue
The warm air and bright daylight began to fade, growing dark and cold as the sun slowly turned a blue black with streams of lights coming through; Bakura smirked. "Let the new age of darkness begin!" he shouted.
Bakura's soldiers and followers cheered and yelled as the last of the human race bowed to their new leader.
"Sir…?"
Bakura turned around to face one of his guards. "What is it?" his voice sounding rather impatient.
"We have him," the guard said shortly.
Bakura smirked, knowing what 'him' meant; he walked in a room where a boy was being held rather roughly by the arms. He had tri-colored hair, ebony, blond and purple, and his clothes were ragged and torn, his pale skin dirty and smelly.
The ex-thief smirked and chuckles cruelly at the weak figure as he walked to him. "My, my, what do we have here?" Bakura chuckled again, shaking his head, "Yugi Mouto, I get to finally kill you like I did the rest. It would have been sooner if you wouldn't have hid from the clutches of darkness." he held out a hand, not taking his eyes away from Yugi, as a dagger was placed in his hand.
Yugi looked up and scowled, but said nothing. He knew perfectly well of what was coming. If he didn't know Bakura so well, then it still would have been pretty ease to guess what he was going to do, anyway.
Everyone was dead now… well, all of his friends anyway.
Bakura had forced him to watch.
Each of his friends' death had been more cruel and brutal as they went on; he had been next. He had been saved last for Atem to see die the worst, but Yugi had escaped; he had tried to get Atem out as well, but Atem told him to run, to find somewhere safe to stay and hide, and when Yugi finally got away, the last thing he had heard was Atem's screams of agony… Yugi shuddered at the memory. He was just going to take whatever the Thief King gave him, at least he wouldn't have to suffer in the darkness anymore, but sadly, everyone else would.
Bakura crouched down to look Yugi in the eye. "I'm not going to kill you now," Yugi lifted his head, shock written all over his child-like features. "But," Bakura continued, "I'm not letting the time you are alive to be comfortable. No, it will be quite the opposite." he let a sinister, sadistic smile come onto his face as he ordered the guards to turn him around, when Yugi's back was facing him, Bakura lowered the dagger to Yugi's feet, slicing the back of his ankle- his Achilles heel so he would not be able to run.
Yugi hissed, but wasn't going to give the ex-Thief King the satisfaction of crying or screaming, even if it did hurt more than Zork's wrath.
"Take him to the dungeons and make sure you all know where your loyalty lies." the guards nodded and drug Yugi off to the depths of Bakura's palace.
Bakura smirked wickedly.
Finally all of them would be dead.
Bakura could almost say he felt joy by thinking that, but; he'd never had joy, happiness or anything like that before. It had never disgusted him or anything, he just never felt it. He really thought he never would… it was obvious that his cold heart and ways were never going to be broken; those things just froze the sun for Ra's sake! Bakura didn't mind though, he was glad to know that he was that evil and maybe more, but, yet, he longed to have someone show sympathy for him, to show that they cared. Bakura shook his head.
Like someone could ever love a monster like me.