Hello everyone. Ok this is my first fanfic and i hope it is a good one. Some praise and constructive criticism is alway nice! Let me know what you think of my language style! Since this is the first chapter just let mo know if i t looks interesting. Thanks for looking in and enjoy.
Something Wicked This Way Comes
As the moon rose to its highest peak in the blackened night sky there was something truly ugly stirring in an abandoned warehouse upon the docks of Domino City port. For within the warehouse, a man was preparing to resurrect the darkness for his own selfish goals. He walked over to the middle of the warehouse and ignored the smell of rotten wood and mold that had built up over the years. Taking one deep breath, he closed his eyes and began to chant his ghastly spell.
A blackened shadow quickly engulfed the warehouse so that the moonlight was no more. Then, as if the darkness wanted to become less welcoming, screams of the most horrid kind filled the room. Those that were screaming gave off screams of pain and screams of help, for someone to put them out their misery, for anything to kill them even though they are already dead. The lives of those screaming people within those shadows were of no joke. Nothing but misery and pain awaited them for the rest of eternity as it was their punishment for losing the shadow game to the man who was chanting.
This said man did not waver his stance in the presence of those screams. On the contrary, he loved the sounds the screams gave off. Terror, pain, agony, he loved it all. It made him feel strong, calm, and relaxed. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel…alive.
As the man continued to chant, a dark shadow begin to form a mere 3 meters in front of him. He smirked, knowing full well that his spell was beginning to work. He then chanted louder and with much more force in his voice, so as to drown out the sounds of the screams, as the shadows began to take a humanly shape.
The man knew what was he was doing and knew who he was resurrecting from the depths of Hell. And he couldn't wait till he was done with the spell to start laughing uncontrollably.
As the spell came to a close, the shadows began to subside and the screams began to fade. The shape that was in front of him was now a full-fledged human, a male to be vaguely exact. The male was lying on the floor, eyes open and gasping for breath. He walked up to the male, and offered his hand to him.
"Need help getting up, Marik?" said the man with a satisfied look in his eye.
Marik tilted his head upward to confirm the voice that he knew so well. "And I'll need some clothes too, Bakura" said Marik, who noticed that his body was completely exposed.
"Coming right up" Bakura said with a evil smirk on his lips, for only the gods would know what evil deeds they had in store for a certain Pharaoh.