He froze

He froze. There it was again. He almost felt bakura just around the corner. He looked around wildly about himself. There was one door at the end of the hallway and though he was exhausted fear of bakura sped him through the door. He slammed it shut and looked about the room. Oh no. there were no windows. In fact the only thing in here was a table. What the hell could a table do to stop bakura and keep him as far as way as possible. Suddenly the door burst open and a pissed of looking silver spiky longhaired teen walked in. He had dark crimson eyes and a hawk like face. Tall and lean he wore no shirt and you could see a strong muscled chest. Black ankle socks adorned his feet and chained black pants accentuated his muscled legs. He did not look happy and from the growl that came from his tan throat, someone was going to pay. His prey was a small, slender boy with milk white skin and a deep, low cut short skirted robed man.