The Dystopia

By Forbidden-Dystopia

Yami no Malik is back, and this time he wants more than revenge. He seeks the hidden power of Horus, god of the skies and warrior of the sun. However, what he comes to realize is that Horus' power lies, not inside a man, but a girl. A very dark girl, almost as dark as himself. Yami no Malik plots a scheme on how to obtain the power, but is stunned when he sees another near her. One named Mutou Yugi.

Prologue

"Brother, you should really get some rest," said an older, beautiful woman. Her long black hair shimmered as the light of the room was reflected off the golden beads and bands in her hair. She looked down at her younger brother at his desk, his light blond hair framed over his dark face.

"I can't, Isis," he spoke. His amethyst eyes looked up only briefly from his book, then returned to its beige pages.

"What are you reading?" she asked. He stifled a yawn before answering.

"One of my old books, remember? About the gods. Turns out Horus had an amulet that he wore during his battles against Set. That amulet mysteriously disappeared after a battle where Isis throws herself between them, demanding her son to stop. No one really knows where it is," the boy spoke. He wiped away a few drops of water from his eyes. The relationship between Isis and Set reminded him terribly of his between his own sister. Even when he betrayed her, even when his other self wanted to kill her, she still never gave up on him. She still protected him.

"Malik, are you crying?" the woman asked.

"Of course not," Malik lied. Then a sharp, but brief shot of pain aroused in his head.

"Is it those nightmares again?" the woman asked him. Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled in concern for her brother.

"Yeah, they've been keeping me up. But, at least…" Malik decided not to finish his sentence. She knew what he was going to say.

"You're right. We are happier now," Isis spoke. She then noticed the look on her brother's face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Malik lied, and returned to his book. He listened for her footsteps to vanish from the room, and then sighed. How could he tell her? He never could before, and she expected him to now? His other could never be rid of. So long as he existed, his other did, too. His other, his evil side, his yami was a part of him. His negative emotions, his anger, his rage, his jealousy, his hatred. It all built up to form his yami. Moreover, those emotions don't just vanish. Deep down, Malik still hated his father for abusing both his and Rishid. Deep down, he still envied the freedom others had before him. Deep down, he still hated the world at their evils. Nevertheless, he never revealed it, like before. He never showed his true feelings towards anyone, unlike his other. He was his complete opposite. That…demon killed, destroyed, and tormented everyone around him until there was nothing left. Part of the victims was Isis and Rishid, his own family. Then the pharaoh was a victim of his other's heinous crimes.

Deep down, Malik knew his other wasn't gone. He was his inner demon, and in order for him to vanish completely, Malik had to. His other, who was come to be known as Yami no Malik, was the other side of Malik's heart. The dark side. Nothing could change that. Isis and Rishid came to belief that the pharaoh banished his other to the shadows for eternity. However, it wasn't true. The more Malik himself stayed to exist, his other existed also. Though they were complete opposites, they were one. They were Gemini. Two opposites, but they had to form one. Himself. Malik didn't really understand all of it completely, but he's been having nightmares of his other's crimes. Nightmares of Yami no Malik torturing a beautiful, blond woman. Him placing the dagger to his sister's throat, threatening to allow her crimson pour. Nightmares of his other holding a dagger over his brother's unconscious body, ready to strike. They were horrible, and he would wake in the middle of the night, sweat drenching his face and tears falling from his face.

Never once had he allowed his face to fall wet before his family. He knew it showed a sign of weakness and he just couldn't bare to release the pain he had inside through his own amethyst pools. Nevertheless, what was he supposed to do? He and his family no longer lived beneath the ground, beneath the sands of Egypt. They still lived in that country, but it was because it was the land they grew up. His dream had come true. He no longer lived in darkness, he no longer feared the consequences of his own actions from his father. He could see and live amongst the surface dwellers. But…deep down, he still held that spark of a grudge, and it was enough to give his other free access into his body, into his heart and soul.

Malik sighed as he turned the page of the book and read on. A picture on an eye was at the top left corner of the page, sparkling in the light. He stared at it for a long time, not realizing he was daydreaming. He closed his eyes, falling into a deep, endless abyss. Darkness covered his mind, and he was falling through empty shell of the night. Then he saw it. He moaned, not gripping about the situation. But he saw it. A golden eye staring down at him, piercing the darkness in his mind. The eye shined brilliantly, and Malik groaned, shooting up from his desk. The chair beneath him was thrown with such a force across the room, and cracked slowly down the middle as it collided with the wall.

Malik opened his eyes, and felt a horrible, stabbing pain surge through his entire body. He's felt that pain before. Several times before. He had to overcome it. This time, he wasn't going to let it happen. He wasn't going to allow his other control. If he must, he'll kill himself before allowing that fiend access. He screamed as the pain increased, clutching his head in his hands. No! He had to fight it!

"Malik! What's going on!" yelled a voice from the doorway. Malik looked up to see his sister standing there, fear in her eyes. The darkness of the room was being pierced by the moonlight. He could see the horror on her face.

"Sister! Get away! Please!" Malik cried. Then he let out another blood-curdling scream, clutching his head, he fell against the desk and slid to the floor. Isis gasped at how violent her brother was acting. She had seen this before. It couldn't be happening again. It just couldn't be. She thought he was gone. He would never come back. But as she watched her brother struggle from the pain inside him, sadness and despair gripped up into her heart.

"Malik! Please, you have to fight it!" she yelled. Tears singed her sapphire eyes.

"I…I don't think…. ISIS, GET AWAY!" Malik screamed again. He was already on his knees, and his body gave a horrible jolt before calming down to an eerie, motionless pose. Isis gasped. No! This couldn't have happened. But it did. Another light streamed into the darkness. Another light, besides the moonlight. A light that came directly from her brother's forehead, from beneath his spiked, golden blond hair. His dark, emotionless, malevolent amethyst eyes stared coldly at her, and she was frozen in fear.

"Hello, Isis," he spoke in a deep, horrible, malevolent voice. She trembled at the sound of his voice once again. "It's been a long time, sister, dear."

"You're not my brother! How could you have come back! The pharaoh banished you!" Isis proclaimed.

"The pharaoh banished me to the shadows? Come now, Isis, dear, surely you would know how I came back. After all, wasn't it you that said I was born from Malik's jealousy and rage towards his father? Wasn't it you that said from the darkness in his heart he created me? That means I can't be banished from him! As long as my weaker self exists, so do I!"

"No…" Isis trembled. Her brother still had that grudge inside him. That's how this demon was born.

"He knew that I still lived within him. And he put up a good fight to keep me out. But let's face it, sister, dear, he is far too weak compared to me!" Yami no Malik laughed evilly. His voice still haunted her, and it echoed eerily in the darkness. The moonlight shined down on him with great elegance, but also an evil and haunting aura surrounded him because of it.

Isis learned not to show fear before this demon. He found pleasure in that. But she couldn't help it. He had the element of surprise. He showed his face before her when she least expected it. She then looked up and saw his eyes weren't on her, but on the book that laid on the ground when Malik threw it off by accident. It was flipped open, the light shining down on the pages. He smiled, and then reached over onto the desk. Isis then saw what he had. It was a blade Malik was given by Rishid a few years ago. Malik never used it, but she knew this demon would put use into it, but it would leave crimson everywhere. The blade sparkled, piercing the darkness of the room entirely. Yami no Malik let out a long, hissing laugh. He ran at her, and Isis dodged him, but she felt a cold arm wrap around her waist, another holding the blade to her throat from behind. His sinister voice hissed in her ear.

"Don't worry, sister, dear, I won't rid of you just yet. Who knows? This might end up turning into an interesting game of Cat and Mouse, like last time," he hissed, then released her, shoving her into the darkness of the room. He disappeared into the abyss, and Isis looked up, shaking from terror and despair. Her brother, her younger brother, Malik, was gone, and what's worse, his evil side was back. Why didn't he tell her? She could've helped him. Now that demon was back, and she needed to save her brother once more. But he was even more powerful this time. How could that be? He didn't have the Rod anymore. Motou Yugi did. So, why was he suddenly so powerful?

She looked up from the floor, and saw the book lying before her. She looked down at what he saw, and stifled a gasp. The book was open to a section of Horus. His power was the greatest amongst the sky gods. The pendant he wore during battles was lost after one, and never seen from again. Whoever possessed it would have ultimate powers of the gods. He wasn't going after the pharaoh, like last time. This time, he was going after someone else. Someone who had the pendant of Horus!

There was going to be a new victim to the shadows, to the fiend's wrath. She just hoped she'll be able to save them before its too late.

FD: Okay, what do you guys think of it so far? I tried the best I could. Hope you like. I suck at summaries though, so forgive me. Anyways, I'm working on the first chapter right now, and I also have other fics to work on as well. So, if you could please bare with me, that'd be great. Peace!