Okay, My readers. I have finally posted my first story! Or at least the first of my first story. Well, I need to tell you all, that even though it may be fun,
I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Sorry! Well on with the story.
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Blood pounded through his ears as the albino chased after his prey. His prey was fast, but as he knew, no person could ever out-run him. The albino's prey turned around a corner, this made the albino smirk. He knew this alley well you see, and then he knew he was the winner of this little hunter and prey game of theirs. His wild pearl white hair streamed after him as he finally cornered the man he had been chasing in the alleyway. Boy, did he love his job. He halted in front of his trembling prey with a look of disgust. It was always the same routine, confront, chase, corner, and then kill. But of course, the albino liked it that way. The albino rolled his eyes as foot steps came from behind him and his partner stepped out of the shadows, snickering at the now petrified prey. Then he returned to the shadowy street corner from where he came and started searching for viewers of the scene that was about to play out. This was now a nightly routine for the two killers, but it never stopped being fun.
"Now you'll see what makes this it fun," the albino sneered to the terrified man trembling beneath him. He kicked the man in the side and the albino's partner strode up next to him from searching for witnesses at the street corner, fishing out his new toy that he had been just dying to try out."They always try to escape, and I, you see, have always loved a good game of cat and mouse," the albino continued, finishing the sentence with yet another painful kick to the frightened mans side, causing him to yelp, not loudly but it was still a yelp. The man on the ground had bluish dyed hair and frightened black eyes. And the albino chuckled darkly as he could feel the fear radiating off of the trembling prey.
The albino's partner finally fished out the gun of his choosing and with a true sadistic smile, shot the man on the ground in the arm. His wild platinum blonde hair blew into his eyes and over his tanned, muscular shoulders as he laughed a truly maniacal laugh as the man beneath him and his albino partner screamed in agony as a certain scarlet fluid leaked from the bullet wound. The blonde just loved to see them wreath in pain.
The albino shot a glare at his partner knowing if someone heard the gunshot or the scream that they would be caught. He wanted to get this over with and go hunt another. It wasn't that he didn't love to kill. He just didn't love being caught. So the albino took out his own gun, Misery, as he called it, and ended the screaming mans life with one pull of the trigger.
"Aw, why did you do that, Bakura? You know I love to torture them before I kill them," the blonde whined as the albino, Bakura, put his sleek, black gun away. He turned and faced his tanned partner and smacked him in the back of the head. Hard. The tanned blonde rubbed the back of his head where Bakura had smacked it and put his gun back into this leather jacket pocket. The moon shone silver as the night stretched on and people slept soundly in their beds, unaware of the murder that had just take place outside their own homes. Bakura turned his blood-red eyes to the blondes' and glared at him.
"Because, Marik, if you don't remember that people have ears and if we don't want to be caught then I suggest that we are quick and deadly. Even if it is fun to see them squirm, we don't need to be caught," Bakura hissed as both murderers took out their knives and started drawing more crimson fluid from the corpse. The one called Marik's knife was gold, which he stole from an Egyptian artifact exhibit at a museum; Bakura's knife was long and silver, with the work Death engraved in the blade, He liked it because it cut well and well, according to Marik, it was shiny. They knew he was dead but they always made a presentation of it. That was the fun part. They were a little rushing because someone was bound to have heard the second gunshot and probably was suspecting something. So both murderers just kept on slashing the dead man's body with an evil glint in each of their eyes. So as the murderers finished their bloody artwork, they wiped off their knives and took off smirking. Their all black clothing was now coated in the scarlet blood of their most resent victim, and they were just waiting for someone to find their twisted and extremely bloody masterpiece.
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Ryou's eyes shot open. He had been sleeping when a loud noise had wakened him. He could have sworn he had heard something. Next to him, in a sleeping bag, his best friends, Yuugi and Malik, slept soundly as if it was totally silent. Ryou looked around for the source of the noise that had awakened him. Then he heard it yet again and Ryou started towards the window since the noise seemed to be coming from outside.
He opened the window of Yuugi's room and looked out. It was September 28th and the moon was shining its cruel bright rays upon the multi-colored leaves that littered the ground as if a notation that summer was over and the harsh seasons of winter and fall were here and coming. The mid-September air filled the apartment and the cold breeze ruffled Ryou's long white hair and blew his bangs into his eyes he brushed them out of his eyes and shivered, because his pajamas were too thin to be out in this kind of weather, and looked around. Sticking his head halfway out the window, Ryou searched for the source of the noise he had heard only minutes ago.
Nothing caught Ryou's eye particularly, just shadows of objects that made him uneasy. Ryou was never one for horror shows and haunted houses, for he hated the feeling of fear. He did. He hated being scared. Ever since his mother and younger sister died in a car crash, he had hated being alone in a scary place. But, since his dad was always out of the country on work, Ryou tended to be alone a lot. Since Ryou saw nothing outside, he shrugged his pale white shoulders and climbed back into his sleeping bag next to his now obnoxiously snoring friends.
'If I ever get back to sleep tonight, it will be a miracle' Ryou thought rolling his eyes. 'I swear you could probably drag those two half way across Japan by their hair and their eyelids wouldn't even flutter' Ryou continued his ranting in his head and soon afterwards, the darkness that is sleep claimed him yet again and he was not disturbed again that night.
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Okay! Well that was my first chapter. Hope You all liked it. By the way, if you flame my story, I will use those flames to burn someone's house down, for I am used to flames. So ha! READ AND REVIEW MORTALS!HAHAHAHAHA!