Prologue: Collecting
Flesh of the deceased,
Blood of his kin,
Halfway done to the greatest sin.
Shade of night,
Glory of the Morning,
Heed this here warning.
Should ye fail,
Should ye succeed,
Prepare to pay for your misdeed.
-Shimon Muran's Manuscript of Pharaoh Atem, The Curse of the Pharaoh
It was dark out. No one would see him slip silently into the tomb. The hot night wind would cover his tracks in the sand for him. The guards were completely clueless, those imbeciles. And that worked for him just fine.
Shrouded in a sandy coloured cloak, thirty-two year old Peter Muran descended the stone steps into the Pharaoh's tomb. The Tomb of Atem, the greatest Pharaoh to rule Egypt, so says the History Channel.
The kindest ruler.
The most stunning.
He had an idea what Atem looked like, having found his descendant, Yugi Mutou. He couldn't believe it when he saw that it was the King of Games himself. But of course it was. The hair! The eyes! Oh, the eyes! Violet coloured, twinkling with laughter. And his trademark spiky, multi-coloured hair. No one could possibly miss him in a large crowd.
And the gentle demeanor, the kind smile. He hoped the Pharaoh had that smile.
He didn't have so bad a smile as well. Standing well over six feet, with long chestnut brown hair pulled into a ponytail and eyes to match. He was muscular, built "like a brick shithouse," as his nan would often say. He had chiseled features, and an unruly beard surrounding his face. He wasn't bad looking, but it wasn't enough to make his wife stay with him.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he concentrated on moving past the two guards posted outside of the tomb itself. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small noisemaker. He rolled it in the direction of the other side of the large room, and it settled in the dark corner. A few moments of silence, not a peep out of the guards, and the noisemaker went to work.
A shrill siren blared from the tiny box, startling the two men outside. They quickly ran over the dark corner, searching frantically for the small gray box. Peter darted from the corridor into the tomb. He had maybe, two minutes before the noisemaker shut off and the guards went back to their posts. No matter. The tomb was wide open for tourists to gape at. He reached in with a pocketknife and scraped 5,000-year-old mummified skin from the bones of his future beloved. He dropped it into a small vial and sealed it. Then he left the tomb as quickly and silently as he entered. In and out in less than a minute. He was proud of himself.
He was nearing the entrance when he heard the noisemaker suddenly cut out. Perfect timing. Before the two guards posted at the front of the pyramid housing the tomb itself knew what was happeneing, they both collapsed, dead. Blood poured from the punctures on their necks, and their final moments were that of pain and fear, and the face of their killer.
Peter Muran.
DUN DUN DUUUN! Hello there everyone! It is me! I am back, and with my first Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction. For those who don't know (which is all of you xD) I was computer-less for a long while, so if you are waiting for a new chapter to my Criminal Minds fic "Truth or Dare", wait no longer! ... Actually, wait just a bit longer. I'm in the middle of editing it. LOL. ^u^
Anyways, I hope you guys like this one, been thinking it all through, and I think it's gonna be good one. xD REVIEWS PLEASE?