ME: This is my second fanfic, but my first one is not legibal anymore because I have deleted it.
Apples: And DarkShadows does not own Yugioh.
Chapter 1
I raced home on my bike, eager to get there. My heart pounded so fast in my chest, it felt as if it were going to break my rib cages. But I didn't seem to care. Nor did I care that I could barely see from all the rain. The streets were almost flooded, and as my bike tires drove through them, water and mud splashed up and drenched my clothes. My hair, my clothes, my shoes, every part of my was soaked. But I continued to ride home, because if I didn't, I could possibly lose the one thing that ment the world to me. My sister.
My name is Joey Wheeler, and not more than five minutes ago, I recieved a phone call. When I answered it, I recognized the crazy, psychotic voice that spoke to me. Bakura. Not the kind boy I had grown up to know, but the evil that lived within him. He demanded that I hand over $800 cash to him in the next ten minutes, or my sister would die. What he wanted the money for, I had know idea, but it didn't matter much to me. I didn't quite get why the eight hundred dollars, considering most people would ask for a lot more if they were going to kill someone for it. But after I have seen some of the lengths that guy has gone to, and what he has done, it shouldn't have brought me to wonder so much.
My sister, Serenity, is all I have left. Our parents got divorced when we were both little kids. They both died over the past few years. Since then, I have taken care of my sister and looked after her like nothing else in the world mattered. I am definitly not going to let some homicidal freak get between us.
When I first got the call, I ran to the nearest ATM. Lucky for me, the bank wasn't busy. zthe money I had retreived was in my pocket, and I prayed with all my heart -although I didn't have much way of protecting it- that the money would not get too wet.
I almost get side-swiped by a speeding SUV after running a red light. I hear the driver yell at me from behind, but I ignore him. I turn the corner and into an alley-way to save some time. But as I turn, my bike wheels skid and I slam into the fence that runs length-wise along the alley.I jump to my feet quickly, doing my best to ignore my now twisted ankle. Not easy, but still possible. I risk a quick glance at my whatch. two mintues left on the clock, which means no time to spare. Hopping back on my bike, I continue down the alley. Peddle faster. Those are the only two words that enter my mind; the only words I have time to think about.
My house comes into site. My bike is now ditched on the sidewalk. I run up the driveway. My feet pound on the pavement with every step and water squishes through the soles of my shoes as they hit the ground. The front door is open ajar; he's already inside. I burst through the door to find the maniac's arm around my sister's neck. Serenity's body forced against his. He holds a gun; it's pointed right at her head. My sister's eyes are squeezed shut, like she's too afraid to open them. His eyes are cold, and completely psychotic.
"You're late." He says. "You got the money?"
Yes.I think. But I say nothing. I take the money out of my pocket and hold it out towards him. He looks at it for a second, then smiles.
"You're late." He repeates. "Give me the money."
I hand it to him, then regret it a second later.
"You're late." He says again. "Too bad."
And he pulls the trigger...