(A/N:) Yeah, uh...I suck. Because...I've been neglecting this site...and a lot of other things. Har. You can all hate me now. But I got the idea for this and finally wrote it down. Short but hopefully enjoyable anyway?
Malik screamed.
Malik screamed and screamed and ran and ran as fast as his legs could take him from one end of the house to the other, up the stairs heart pump pump pumping and sweat starting to collect itself on the surface of his skin as he literally ran for his life from the sharp blade and the one who wielded it—Marik.
Marik laughed and laughed and came after the other with not much haste, for resistance was futile. He followed Malik up the stairs, following his racing footsteps, speeding up as he got to the top of the staircase and knew his prey was much closer—much nearer.
Getting closer. He heard Malik panting as he hid in the next bedroom. What a useless hiding place, what a pitiful way to hide.
Marik slammed the door open with no warning, reveled and laughed at Malik's screaming and tackled him to the floor. The blade was positioned at Malik's smooth, tan neck.
"M-Marik...," Malik's lips quivered. Fear and tears shone in those lavender orbs called eyes, and Marik only grimaced.
Marik leaned in closely to Malik's face, and Malik shut his eyes, trying to escape the reality of this nightmare.
Marik paused, and his malicious expression suddenly turned to one of passiveness.
"Are your hiccups gone?"
Malik opened his eyes, staring at Marik. He blinked. "...What?"
"Did I scare your hiccups away?"
"...What...WHAT THE FUCK? !" Malik forced Marik off of him, fuming. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? !"
"What's right with me?" Marik smirked. "So, are they gone?"
Malik paused from his anger, seeing if he would hiccup. "Well...yes, I guess they are."
"You're welcome," Marik got up and exited the room as Malik gave him the finger.
"Fucking psychopath..."