The fog was thick at dawn. The blonde's eyes open up as he broke out his deep thoughts. Marik stood on a dock staring out of the ocean. He wasn't sure when or how he arrived there, but he did. The tan skin man couldn't remember anything really.
His name..
That is the only thing he knew.
"I'm Marik..." he mumbles as he went back into his thoughts. This place..He thought. It..seems like I'm dreaming..It's not real. He put the palm of his hand against his face and sighed. I have to try..to remember...why am I here? Who brought me? What for?
Step..step..step.
Marik moved his hands down slowly. He glanced behind him. The footsteps became louder and faster. The blonde turned fully to face the person the footsteps belong to..only to feel a sharp pain from his neck.
His eyes widen as he saw visions of red fly in front of his eyes. Marik felt his body fall back against the wood of the dock with a thud.
This pain...what ..is happening?
Blood ran down the corners of his mouth.
Step..step
The blonde's eyes narrow as he saw a tall figure with brunette hair glaring down at him with a cold and twisted smile.
"You let your guard down. This is a game" the figure spoke.
Marik then closed his eyes and laid there bleeding out of his neck.
