Yoku: I've always wanted to write up a horror/suspense story minus the ones that I had taken down since I had lost interest in them; that or the fact that I didn't know where the heck I was going at. Anyways here is another attempt at writing a horror story. I do hope this is better than the ones that I had taken off the site. Please read and review for me. Rated just in case!
Disclaimer: I do not own any these series, just the fic. Oh and a side note/disclaimer in all of my chapters; each of the characters that are present are not owned by me but by their respective creators. I'm just borrowing them for this fic .:smiles:.
[Contains character cross-over, in which like I said before, I do not own.]
Notes:
'talk' Yami's
'talk' hikari's
Victim's House
Summary: "Legend has it that there is this serial killer named Gambit used a house just like this to play around with its victims…" A whimper, "What do you mean by 'play around'?" Whispering he gave them an answer, "He kills them…"
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Chapter 1: Prologue
Tuesday, September 28, 2006
1:15 a.m.
Domino, Japan
Her breath began to get ragged as she silently made her way through the corridor. The lights shined from the sheer bright light that the moon was emitting. A drop of blood oozed from her arm where a slit of skin was cut. Purple eyes dimmed from the pain, the woman began to sway.
To and fro…to and fro… she continued her slow pace. At the end of the hall she made her way wincing as she did.
'I mustn't collapse…' she encouraged herself her legs weaken. 'I mustn't…!' she held her eyes shut.
Her lids quickly popped open at the sound of a bang from behind her.
'NO!' she mentally screamed while looking over her shoulder.
The woman dashed breaking into a run managing not to trip on her broken heels. A click was audibly heard from behind. She held her breath and raced to the room knocking her form against the wooden plate. Yanking it open she snuck inside accidentally slamming the door shut from behind.
'Shit,' she cursed her blonde bangs covered a portion of her eyes.
Calming herself, she hesitantly took a few strides inside while holding her wound. Crashing into an unknown object she muttered an oath. The woman then held her arms out, an aid to help her guide her way through the darken room. Her breath began to get shallow all over again, eyes slowly focused from the lack of light provided in the area. A stumble she felt her way around with jerky movements.
Creak. Creak.
A sound from behind brought her back to her sudden predicament. Quickly finding a place to hide, her breath was caught in the back of her throat.
Pound. Pound.
Heartbeat raced.
The sound of her killer's footsteps could be heard. Small movement was made. A shuffle. More footsteps pounded, the woman held her eyes as the door to the room she hid in busted open. Hands clamped around her mouth she dared herself not to make a sound. Her back against the wall she willed herself not to slide down.
'Please, please, please, please,' she continued her prayer. 'Don't look this way. Oh god, please don't…' she clenched her fists and eyes shut.
The killer's back was to her, the weapon was hidden from prying eyes to see.
Swoosh.
The killer spun and back-tracked it out of the room while leaving the door open. The woman opened her eyes waiting, listening to the faded footsteps. Dropping her hands down to her side, she began to recruit her breathing back to its normal pace. Slowly counting to ten the woman led her right foot in moving once again. Ducking out of her hidden spot she cautiously moved herself out. Making her way to the door she leaned forward and peeked out.
Nothing. No sound. No movement.
A sign.
The woman fought a smile off her face as tears prickled at the corner of her eyes.
'It's not over… Not yet…' she slides out of the room praying to God that her heels wouldn't make a sound. 'I just need to get out of this hellhole and not get caught…' she bit the bottom of her lip.
Her hair was disarrayed and smudges of her eye make-up were stained on her pale cheeks from the tears she shed that night. Trending across the hard wood floor she managed to make her way to the main stairway, occasionally hiding herself in the shadows the corridors was creating. A palm on the banister she leaned over the railing inspecting the scenery in front of her.
The front door –with it's closed double doors-lay ahead at the end of the staircase. She beamed at the thought of leaving her captive dungeon.
Pop. Pop.
A gunshot.
The woman stood frozen at the center of the stairs.
"Found you…" came a sly mischievous tone from behind.
She didn't bother to turn around for the gunshots she heard earlier had come directly behind her locking her in position. She squeezed her eyes shut; her lips formed a thin line. Sweat had bundled at the bridge of her nose, some managed to escape from the side.
"W-w-why…?" she clenched her fist. 'Just kill me already!' she wanted to scream but held her mouth shut.
Her killer merely raised a brow, the gun still pointed at her.
Silence.
Not good.
She gulped.
"Why, you ask?" she heard finding the killer's voice to be slight masculine. "Because…" a shuffle a cold breeze seemed to pass through her, "the game's not over…"
He smirked leaning in to whisper in her ear. He felt her shudder but regretted getting close to her for she quickly spun around and struck him. The killer let out a howl dropping his weapon as it slid away before advancing towards her. The woman lost her footing from the top of the stairs when she jabbed him in the gut. The two began to struggle at the top of the stairs but the killer had the advancement on her weaken form. With a shaky smirk he allowed himself to push her down the stairs where the woman began to tumble.
She couldn't hear anything –much less scream- for all she felt was the hazardous pounding in her head. With a sickening thud she felt herself go lightheaded at the end of her 'trip'.
"You just had to go and do that… Didn't you?"
A wet trickle slid off her forehead and onto the hard solid floor. As much strength she could possible muster she propped her upper body her gaze landed on the front door.
Arf. Arf.
With shaky hands she willed herself to drag her broken body but was soon stopped by the pressure in her left leg.
A hand.
She whimpered letting her tears slide across her cheeks. Her hair fanned covering her face. Her body began to get dragged and soon she was under him.
'I didn't hear him coming…'
She felt her body turn so that she was staring right into him.
"Hello… Princess… Or should I say Mai…" he let out a smile.
Her eyes widened one of her legs reacted but he had a much faster reflex for he held her legs down. Her purple skirt clung to her, her arms felt frozen.
"You're bleeding," he reached over and dabbed her forehead wound with a slick finger.
A square jaw. Rough shoulders. A face that she cannot see.
This was her killer.
Arf. Arf.
'Someone… anyone… help me…' she prayed feeling him play with a strand of her hair.
A voice.
More barking.
She felt a cold air in front of her. Opening her eyes she realized that she had closed them and watched him stand. Her purple eyes were staring right into the barrel of his gun.
"Goodnight…" she watched his mouth move.
White flashes, gunshots, and the only thought that passed through her mind was, 'I'm dieing…' as the last of her tears fell.
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Sirens, multiple of sounds were heard overhead, as another vehicle turned its wheels in the perimeter. People dashed from point A to point B acting in a frenzy state across the car's windshield.
Detective Cloud Strife, a twenty-five year old, spiky blond hair male, couldn't help but let out a silent chuckle. He turned his wheel once more parking his black Chevy next to another police vehicle as he shifted into Park. He had woken up that 2:50 a.m morning with his home phone ringing off its cradle like crazy. Speaking to the Captain of the Domino PD his hazy thoughts had turned sharp.
Homicide case.
Not good.
Shaking his head he brushed the sleep out of him while taking a deep breath. His turquoise eyes trained, Strife undid his seatbelt and climbed out of his vehicle.
"Strife," eyes turned he met another Detective with his hand up in greeting.
Cloud merely nodded his head in greeting adjusting his hostler and raising his shield as he stepped right over to the crime scene.
"Yagami," the two soon fell into step with one another.
Light brown hair and hazel red eyes bore at the scene, his eyes shifting from place to place. "Captain called you?" the twenty-five year old questioned.
"Mm…"
"Listen…" the two stopped their pace observing one another. "About you're partner, I'm sorry to hear what happened to him. He was an excellent Detective."
Cloud's eyes held its emotionless stare as he recalled his recent partner. It had been over a couple of months before his death. A hit and run.
Damn bastards.
Zack Fair was like a brother to him. Childhood friend. Best friend. He could never forget him.
"It's in the past…" he mumbled before walking ahead of him.
Light Yagami stared blankly at his retreating form before chuckling and tagging behind. 'Typical Cloud…'
"So…" Cloud began waiting for Light to stray beside him once again. "What do we have?"
"Hmm… Oh! Homicide, I'm sure the Captain filled you in," he stared ahead walking past other officers, spectators, and media personnel urging for a story.
A somewhat smirk quirked its way but quickly flashed in disappearance. "Actually he didn't…"
Light had to sigh before continuing. "A woman by the name of Mai Valentine was found here nearly dead. Concussion." He paused, waiting for the information to sink. "As for the other… she died at the end of the second hall. Identity currently unknown; seems to me this killer is one sick bastard. Severely messed with the portion of her face, we can't even tell who the hell she is…"
A frustrated sigh. "And the WIT?" his words came back at him as Light brushed his thoughts aside.
"He's over there," a nod in the direction Strife followed the gesture to see a young man with lavender hair currently speaking to another attendant.
A shuffle from beside, the two stopped once again only to pick back up. "The boy's name is Trunks Briefs…" a pause, "strange name if you ask me…" Light read off his notes flipping them back and forth with a raised brow.
Cloud replied coolly a smirk dancing on his lips. "Well I wasn't asking, now was I?"
A glare was sent but he moved on. "Sixteen years old. Never acted on a felony case, heck never stepped in on a murder site before."
A frown. "Then what the hell is he doing out here?"
The latter only shrugged. "I have Sagara over there questioning the boy on his whereabouts."
Cloud mutely nodded his eyes trained on the other officer. The other man's back was stiff and his black hair was covering half of his grey eyes. A small pocket notebook was held as his right began to scribble words on the pad.
"Sagara!" Light caught the other man's attention while passing by other personals at the time.
"Yagami," he turned as did the witness. "Strife," he greeted with a salute his posture rigid.
Pft.
Three out of the four stared at the other Detective as Light Yagami held his middle turning away chuckling at his partner's antics.
"Stand down, Sousuke. This isn't the military," Light managed a smile at his direction.
Sousuke Sagara at the age of twenty-three blinked in realization muttering an apology which the others only brushed aside.
Cloud coughed turning his attention towards the teen sitting there before them. "Mr. Briefs, I presume?"
Another chuckle, the WIT blushed lightly.
"Please, just, call me Trunks."
A nod of acknowledgement. "Alright, Trunks. What's your story?"
Trunks had to heave a sigh knowing that he won't get off the hook that easily. "I've recalled my story to him already?" he motioned to Sousuke who still continued to stand by the side. "Isn't that enough?"
"No it's not."
Trunks sighed. "I was out."
"Obviously…"
He glared but went on. "My dog here," he patted the small lab that lay on his lap, "started to run off into the woods."
"And let me guess, you had originally planned to go on a nature hike or had gone fishing down a watering hole in this very area, with your dog Spot here," Strife commented.
Again Trunks glared at him resting a palm on his animal friend. "Do you have to be such an ass?"
This caused the Detective to grin. "Only when I want to be," the other two observers laughed.
"Whatever, do you wanna hear my story or what?" he argued.
He smiled in response. "Please continue."
Trunks turned his glance away. "We had a flat tire and decided to go to a near by town to get it towed. Kirby here—"
"Kirby?" it was Light who interrupted this time.
"My little sister named him…" Trunks blushed. "Anyways, Kirby here must've sensed something and ran off. Long story short –I or should I say we- both ended up here staring at this massive mansion. I thought we could use the phone from inside and the next thing I knew I saw that woman on the ground bleeding. Which of course brings us here," he blinked.
"I see… did you see anything else?"
The boy paused then shook his head. "Nope, nothing…"
"Did you know that woman? The one you just 'saved'?"
"No."
"What about the other?"
"Again, no. Why are you even asking?"
"Standard procedure."
Trunks eyes then narrowed from the sudden interrogation. "Are you suggesting that I tried to kill these women?"
"First one to the scene is always a suspect," Cloud answered coldly.
Trunks jumped up from his seat as his pet slid off his master's lap. "I don't even know them!!" his eyes blazed.
"A killer doesn't need to know its victims, Trunks. But like I said it was for standard procedure," the Detective crossed his arms.
Light and Sousuke darted eyes back and forth. Noticing the tight clench of the boy's fist, Light decided to interrupt their intense battle.
"Um Trunks, how about we take you home. I'm sure your parents are very worried about you," he added in his concern showing at the tone of his voice.
"Yea sure…" Trunks turned away from the glowing Cloud and stalked off with Kirby tailing behind him.
"Sousuke could you kindly escort him home for me," Light stared at his partner.
"Of course," he nodded and ran off to catch up with the fuming teen.
Light sighed turning his attention to Cloud whose focus was up at that mansion. "Do you always have to take your job so seriously?"
"Look who's talking…?" Cloud glanced at him at the corner of his eyes.
Light only had the time to step back reviewing on his life of cases that he had done, especially that one case which featured the infamous L working by his side.
Another sigh that early morning escaped. "The Captain was supposed to be here by now."
"Oh," a turn then a march, "he was supposed to come?"
Yagami followed behind, arms crossed. "Yea…" he answered lamely walking pass a newsperson.
With a roll of his eyes at being stopped he raised a hand not wanting to comment about the murder scene.
"Civilians these days…" he mumbled quickly falling into step with the other agent.
A chuckle was heard as his shoulders shook.
"Yo! Yagami! Strife!"
The two men blinked and turned to the person that shouted. A man with spiky silver hair and a headband that covered his left eye calmly walked towards them an arm raised up in the air. He wore a dark coat with a high collar covering his bottom facial features.
"You're late," Cloud glared with Light silently agreeing.
"Hm… Sorry I'm late, I'm afraid I got lost on the path of life." He smiled from underneath his long collar that covered the bottom half of his face.
Light commented with a raised brow. "You're not due for retirement for what another ten years."
The older man glared.
"Lame excuse, Captain Hatake," Cloud interjected.
Captain Kakashi Hatake crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh… still serious as ever, 'ey, Strife."
The blond merely shrugged his shoulders. "Someone has to be."
The Captain laughed. "So tell me, boys. What's the story?"
The two recalled the 'tale' while the Captain silently listened.
"Hm… this is one case that's going to be difficult to solve…" Kakashi replied with a turn of his body, a hand positioned in a thinking gesture.
After several minutes of complete silence from the three, Kakashi fisted a hand smacking it within his other palm. "Ok! Strife I'm handing this case to you!"
"WHAT?!" the two chanted.
"With all due respect Captain," Light crossed to him. "I got here first," he laid a hand on himself.
Captain Kakashi right eye brightened turning to him. "Oh! That's true but I have another case for you to look in to, Yagami. You see L—"
He was interrupted when he watched Light turn to the other Detective.
"Good luck on this case Strife," he clamped his hands on his shoulders with a look flickering in his eyes.
Cloud had to roll his eyes at him. "Gee thanks…"
Hatake laughed nervously before clearing his throat. "Well it seems neither of you object. So, Strife, have you looked in on the victims yet?"
Cloud turned to look over his shoulder. "Actually, no I haven't."
He only raised a brow at him. "Well I suggest you do if you want any leads."
Cloud nodded. "I'll get right on it. I should have the paper work done on your desk by this evening."
Kakashi frowned. "Are you trying to make my life more difficult? But really Cloud, take your time." He advised remembering the tons of paperwork that are lying on his office desk.
Both Detectives merely laughed.
"No thanks," Cloud smiled turning down his suggestion.
Kakashi hung his head and shooed him away. "Well then, go get started."
"Already starting…" he replied back as the blond male crossed to one of the techs on scene.
End Chapter 1
Yoku: Finally! Taken me a week to finish this chapter!!! Anyways this story is basically something I wanted/ have wanted to do since… well… forever! Trying to get back into writing and have something to get inspiration again. Anyways more descriptive detail and the like will be in the next chapter, if you are confused or whatnot. I do hope you aren't confused :/ (and F.Y.I. Mai will be present again not sure when but she will appear)
-:Characters that star in this chapter:-
Mai Valentine (Yu-Gi-Oh)
Cloud Strife and (mentions of) Zack Fair (FFVII/Advent Children)
Light Yagami and (mentions of) L (Death Note)
Trunks Briefs (Dragonball Z/GT)
Kirby (does this one even count o.o)
Sousuke Sagara (Full Metal Panic)
Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)
Yoku: and yes this is in the Yu-Gi-Oh fandom in which the gang will be shown in the next chapter and throughout. Grammars and such will be fixed in the near by future or when I am bored ^^= Um… oh yea! Sorry for some OOC out of the characters. I had to remember how they acted and it was quite difficult esp. Light Yagami since he always acts indifferent (o.0) in Death Note. Hm… I hope I didn't forget anything… Oh well.
Please read and review! No flames please!!
(Remember this is all fictional!!!)