As always I don't own Yu-gi-oh
The screams that ripped throught the otherwise silent night were delectable. I drank them in with a shudder of pleasure. The souds that he had made, the blood the now was pooling out of his body was simply mesmerizing. I couldn't help it, I reached out to try and stick my hand in the pool of blood next to the now dead man's body.
Who was he? I didn't know nor did I care. He was just some unlucky person in the wrong place at the wrong time. His hair was curly and red. Freckles speckled his face. It was a shame, he was a kinda good lookin' kid.
I skimmed my fingers on the top of the blood puddle smirking to myself that the blood was still warm. As I resisted the urge to stick my entire hand into the puddle and pulled away from the enchanting crimson liquid.
"We had better leave before someone sees us." a voice resonated from the darkness behind me.
I stood and turned on my heals to face the darkness the voice had come from, taking a deep breath, and exhaling it loudly.
"Why worry? This kinda crap happens all the time." I laughed tuning on my heals thrusting my arms out to the side turning my head upwords towards the heavens. "It's not like someones going to notice one more face gone missing right? It's only one more person in the sea of hundreds. They all look like eachother when you look at the big picture. He's just going to be another face on a milk container that no one will look twice at."
I was raving and I knew it. And evantualy I was going to get caught. But maybe thats what I was looking for. Maybe I was looking for someone to save me from this horible thing I had become.
"Keep your voice down!" my comrade hissed.
I slowly put my arms down and turnd my head in their direction. My eyes must have been dead looking from the shocked look on their face. Yet I didn't know that I was crying untill I felt a tear hit my exposed flesh.
"Do you think this makes us evil?" I asked. My voice cracked and I winced. I must have been coming acrost as a wimp. A dead body laied at my feet, their blood now soaking into my shoes, and I was crying. If I were watching this, I would have been laughing.
What the heck, I probibly already seem crazy so why not laugh?
So I did, a long throaty evil laugh. The stupid ones you see evil vilians in those stupid Saturday morning cartoons doing.
My comrade walk forward, now that he was in the light you could see him better. His light, sandy blone locks that parted down the middle perfectly. Those beautiful light lavender eyes that have comforted me more than once. He wore black, just as we had planned. Tight black long sleeve fitting him just right and so well you could see his slight muscles. Black cargo pants hanging loosly on his slim hips with so many pockets you would think the pants were just pockets. The black contrasted greatly with his tanned Egyptain skin, but he still looked beautiful.
"I'm sorry, Malik. I'm suck a wimp." I cried as he embrased me into a hug, "You did very well for your first time. And trust me it'll get easier over time. All you need is practice. Take comfort in the fact that you made his passing swift and almost painless." his soft words rung in my ear.
Malik pulled me away from him and held me at arms length. More than likley examining me.
I wore black, just like Malik, although insterad of the contrast complimenting my skin, it made me look even paler and my long hair was in a pony tail stuffed in a hat, as to not leave behind any forensic evidence. My shirt was hanging off my small frame and my pants did the same. I looked tiny, scared, and utterly helpless, in my opinon.
"Let get back to the house, they are probibly wondering where we are." Malik whispered.
I stood still and snuck one final glance to my left, to the dead boy-not I must detatch myself, the dead body next to me.
"Shouldn't we clean up this mess?" I asked waving a lazy hand towards the carcess.
"Leave it for the police." Malik smirked, and I smirked with him. I had to admit this was fun, it was exciting thinking we'd gotten away with murder for now.
We had been extreamly carful. We had worn gloves had our hair pulled up and stuffed under hats. Later we were going to burn out outfits and spread them in the bay by the house. And it helped that we hadn't stepped in the blood so there was no shoe prints, and even if there were, Malik and I had sanded the bottom of our shoes so there was no shoe tracks.
"Malik, we must do this again sometime." I stated when we were both just steps away from the threshold of the house.
"We will," Malik reached for my hand and gave it a tight squeaze, "Don't worry."
I squeazed his hand back and together we walked through the door.
"Hello Malik. Ryou, where have you been?" that same sadistic smile greeted me. The red eyes and sharp, canines.
"Nowhere Bakura. I've been nowhere." I involantarly whimpered.
Suprise ending, eh? Tell me what you think. Flames will be used to fule my hatred to wright this and you will be the next to die :)