Warnings: Torture, blood and Marik's insanity. May disturb you.

Disclaimer: I would love to own Marik and Yu-Gi-Oh, but sadly, I don't own them.

The Foolish

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I was alive.

After all that darkness, all that agonizing pain of the Hell, I was finally alive.

He was so foolish when he thought that he could erase me from existence just with light and nobility? Hah! I was born from humans darkest feelings, sorrow, anger, and that slight delight what humans feel when they see something bad happen to those who they don't like. And as long as there are those feeling on this earth, I can't be killed.

So, there I layed, frozen to the place, just wondering my own existence. I don't know how long it was or was it long at all, but after some time, I got bored. Yes, me, the darkest being of the universe, got bored. But, I think you all now what boredness can make. If it wasn't for boredness, most of the great works of art would have never been created.

Well, I thought about. And in my thoughts I remembered the fool, who tried to kill me. That kind of foolishness should be a crime. And because of my boredom, I was coming up with very creative ideas to prove him, that foolishness really was a crime. One of the great crimes of mankind.

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I had been watching him through the window. He looked so sickening. Playing with he's kids, smiling wife beside him. He had built himself a good life. I couldn't help but to smile. It was always so delicious to see this kinds of happy lives being torn apart. I shivered when I thought how I would make him ask for his own death, that would feel so good.

The night was silent when I walked to his front door. I knocked and tightened my grip around the gleaming knife. It was time. I heard the laughter stop and somebody opened the door. It was the wife. I didn't spare a second glance to her, just slitted her throat when I walked in. How I had missed the perfect red colour of the blood. Kids screamed and tried to run past me to help their poor mother, but I just chuckled and whipped a second knife from my packet and sunk both of my knives straight through their little throats. I heard them trying to scream, but I had cut their windpipes, so they just crumbled to the floor, helpless and drowning to their own blood.

Then I turned to look at the father. His face was twisted with pain and disbelief and, to my delight, there was also a hint of fear. I stepped forward, taking better hold of my knives. He just stood there, not even trying to escape. This was too easy. I quickly stepped forward and hit him to the head, hard. He fell and when he was lying in the floor, I took few cable ties and bound him with them. Now he couldn't move at all. I shivered in pleasure when I thought all of things I could do to him...

But for those things, he should be awake. I slapped him to the face, hard and he whimpered and opened his eyes. There were fear in his eyes and that made me smile. And I think that my smile scared him of even more.

"How... How can you be alive?" I couldn't help it, I laughed.

"Stupid, stupid question. You of all people should know, that I can not be killed. Well, unfortunately, that detail doesn't apply to you." I laughed and took my knife and run it along his jawline. He shivered from the touch of cold metal. Without warning, I put more pressure to the blade and a little bit of ruby red liquid oozed from the wound.

He yelped and my smile widened. I turned him to his stomach and put the blade to his bare arm. His eyes widened when he felt it and he shot me a pleading look.

"Please, just kill me..." he whispered, his lavender eyes wide and scared.

"I'm just getting started..." I murmured and made a small cut to his arm. He flinched, but didn't scream. I continued with another cut, which was deeper. No scream.

After four cuts, he let out a small yell. I knew that the next cut would brake him, so I pushed the knife deeper. He screamed, not long, not loud, but it was a start. I could see the tears in his eyes and I put my fingers to the wound, widening it and at the same time I made a new cut. He screamed louder, making me smile more.

I licked the blood from my fingers and I could feel my bloodlust growing. I needed more screams. I went to his fingers, pushing the blade under his finger nails and then wrenching it upwards. He howled in pain and the scream intensified when I ripped the nail off. I laid to the ground before his eyes.

"One down, nine to go." I said a sadistic smile on my face.

With every nail, he yelled louder, making my grin widen. When I ripped of the last nail, he was crying. He was broken. But I still continued. I started peeling of his other arm's skin, little by little, exposing the muscles underneath it. Blood was flowing freely, forming a puddle around us. I could see that his voice was raw from screaming, he took ragged, pained breaths and there were tears in his cheeks. Just beautiful.

I took his jaw to my hands and forced him to look me to the eyes.

"Wasn't that fun? Would you like more?" I asked. I could hear bloodlust in my voice.

" No, please, stop... Yami, just kill me me..." He pleaded. He looked so vulnerable, but he still had hope, hope that this would end. Like said, he was a fool. And He deserved fool's death.

I drove my knife to his stomach, he screamed, before blood loss started to take toll of him. He plunged in to unconsciousness, but I knew that the pain would wake him up soon. And oh, he wouldn't be able to escape it. Death by the stab wound to the stomach was agonizingly slow. I stand up and took some of his blood to my fingers and wrote to the wall.

"The Foolish", stood there written in blood. That would give people a heart attack when they found him. Humming to myself, I left the house. Sun was starting to rise and it was time for the creatures of darkness, like me, go to sleep. But The Fool was just first. I will be having more fun nights soon...

Happy thoughts, Happy thoughts, their blood spurted all over the walls...

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AN:

What. In. The. World. I. Just. Wrote?

This is my first serious torture story and I can say that I love this. It's so relieving to write things from Yami Marik's point of view. It's easy, because I'm just as much as a sadist as he is. And that last line was a something I made up myself and I just don't have a clue where that came from. Well, there will be three more chapters, one for the each character from the "goody-two-shoes". If you have torture ideas/methods that you would like to see, please review! And of course tell your opinion about this. See you soon!