Author's note: Yes, it's been two months . don't be upset! I decided to make some changes with the plot. This will no longer be a battle city fic. I don't really want to rewatch all the episodes. I apologize for the inconvenience. I don't know when this one takes place, but it may or may not be after battle city.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I only own minor OC's, but Elecktra belongs to Sorceress of the Nile.
She stared at the group of people gathered in front of her with cold eyes. An object, possibly a sword, was placed in her hands. The people, all men for some reason, looked at the blade in horror. One man shook his head towards her, lips quivering at the sight of her.
"P…Pl…Please, m'lady," he whimpered. "Please! Don't kill us!"
She regarded him coldly, the blade tightening in her hand. She stared at him for several minutes, blinking slowly. A cold hand pressed on her right shoulder, a pair of lips hovering close to her ear. "Finish them, my lady."
And she did. And oh, did she enjoy every minute of it.
In less than a minute, bodies littered the whole room. Their blood, a rich shade of crimson, blanketed the floor and formed into a puddle. She knelt down, the blood coating her legs and palms. She brought her right palm to her face, licking the blood off slowly. The hand stroked her hair as she licked the men's life force away, drinking their blood as if she were a greedy vampire.
"Soon, my lady," the voice whispered. "Soon, you will be returned to your former glory. And that brat will pay for what she did to you."
Beep…beep…..beep…..beep…..beep…
Anzu opened her eyes slowly, the sound of a heart monitor beeping in the corner of the room. That was wrong. There wasn't a heart monitor in her room, at least, the last time she checked there wasn't one. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, she began to notice her surroundings a bit more. The first thing she noticed was that she was not in her room.
The second thing she noticed was that she was in a hospital room. How had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was that she was in her room, fast asleep with a fever raging her body.
Movement from the left side of her body caught her attention. She looked up to see her father looking down at her, a relieved smile on his face. She cleared her throat, suddenly feeling a bit dry. "Dad," she croaked out.
He smiled at her before looking back down at something. "Hey, it was a close one."
"Dad,"
"Too close."
She frowned, sitting up a bit more in the bed. "Dad, what happened?" she asked, feeling nervous. What if she had some disease or something? Her father seemed to sense her distress, for he put a hand on her shoulder.
"You're going to be alright, that's all that matters."
"Did I go somewhere?"
He shook his head, looking down at his clipboard. "No Anzu," was all he said to her. A spark of annoyance flashed in her. She never liked to receive short answers from people. Something happened, and she was going to find out.
"There were these bodies."
That seemed to snap his attention back to her. He shook his head, the smile still on his face. "What bodies?"
"They were all dead!"
He sighed, the smile beginning to fade from his face. "Nonsense," he told her. He noticed her struggling and gave her a stern glare. "Please don't struggle, you could go into shock."
She glared at him. "But it was real Dad!"
"I am the doctor, and I'm your father. Listen to me sweetie, you imagined it. It must have been a dream."
"I didn't imagine this!"
"Please dear, drop it."
"Dad, I could taste their blood!"
He slammed the clipboard on the table, glaring at her intensely. "I've been with you the whole time, Anzu! There were no bodies! It was just a dream," his glare died down a bit after he took a couple of breaths. He sat down next to her, brushing her dark hair back. "I'm sorry, Anzu. I shouldn't have gotten angry with you, but it was just a dream."
Anzu wasn't so sure, but she nodded her head. She still wasn't entirely convinced, but she trusted her father. He walked around the room, noting her charts. "It's been a while since you had an attack," he told her, not meeting her eyes. "Almost six years."
Anzu adjusted her pillow. "Why would I have them again after six years? I thought the seizures had stopped."
He shook his head. "I don't know, but I'm sure it's nothing we can't handle," he set the clipboard down on the table. "Now, are you sure you remember nothing after you went to bed? Why do you think you left your room?"
Anzu shrugged. "It was probably a dream, but you know I remember nothing. Well, except for this one."
"What about this one?"
She looked at her hands. "It was like I was in a dream, only I don't know if it was me. There was a group of men in the room, and from what I saw; they were begging this woman not to kill them. She had a sword in her hands, and a man kept whispering in her ear telling her to kill them. She did, and she drank their blood as if she were a vampire."
"Anything else happen?"
"Yes," she continued to look down at her hands. "He said something about how the lady would return to her former glory. Weird, huh?"
Her father shook his head. "Not necessarily," he said firmly. "You used to have dreams like this when you were younger. You would wake up crying because some lady was mean to you. Of course, sometimes you would tell me that she was kind, but most of the time she was mean."
Anzu nodded. "I haven't had those dreams in years. I always thought she was just some nightmare that kept repeating itself."
The door opened at that point, revealing Yuugi, Jounouchi, Honda, and Elecktra. They hurried over to her, concern and worry written all over their faces. Yuugi sat near her, taking her hand in his. "Anzu," he began in a calm tone. "Why are you in the hospital? Did your fever get really high or something?"
Her father spoke before she could. "Anzu just had a mild seizure, she'll be fine. She's had them since she was little."
Yuugi looked back at her from her father. "You have seizures? You've never told me that."
She winced at his slightly hurt look. She and Yuugi had been friends since the fourth grade. That's when her seizures had stopped. "I'm sorry, Yuugi," she patted his hand. "They stopped when I was around ten, so I didn't feel the need to bring them up. I didn't mean to hurt you."
He smiled at her gently. "It's okay. The important thing is, is that you are safe."
She smiled back at him. "That's the spirit. Now, what are you all doing here? It's not like I'm dying or anything."
"Well excuse us for worrying," Jounouchi smirked, giving her shoulder a playful nudge. "We're your friends, Anzu. And we're going to visit you even if you have the chicken pox."
"Baka," Honda snorted. "The chicken pox is contagious."
"I knew that!"
"Uh-huh."
Elecktra rolled her eyes, sitting down in the chair next to her bed. "How are you really feeling, Anzu?" she tilted her head as she waited for an answer. "Are you really that sick?"
Anzu shook her head. "I promise that I am fine. I'm used to having seizures. Though they may be a bit weird," she added quickly, noticing that her father had left her room. "I can never remember what happens during them. It's like I black out, and then poof, I'm not where I was before."
Yuugi raised an eyebrow, glancing at Elecktra. "Is that what happens during a seizure? I thought people shook and stuff."
Elecktra shrugged. "How should I know? I'm not a doctor."
Anzu sighed. "Well, whatever happens, they don't happen very often. Or at least, they didn't before," she let an expression of worry show, but she soon replaced it with a smile. "Don't worry about little old me, guys. I'll be fine."
Yuugi nodded. "You sure?"
"I'm positive."
(Elecktra's house, 8:30)
Elecktra laid on her bed with her brow furrowed in thought. Anzu's seizures sounded pretty strange. Who had seizures like that? No one! Well, no one besides Anzu anyway.
Her dreams had continued to bother her as well. Just last night, she dreamt that she had been running through the streets of Domino, and a figure had been chasing her. She couldn't see the figure's face, but she felt as if she recognized her.
The figure had chased her all through the town, laughing and sneering at her until she caught up to her. She had grabbed Elecktra by the neck, her face covered by a hood. "I'm coming for you, Elecktra," she had hissed. "You aren't going to escape me, not this time."
The dream had her disturbed in many ways. She closed her eyes, making her spirit go into the Duat and into the Millennium coin.
"Mistress?" she called, looking through the halls. "Mistress? Are you here? Hello?"
She found Mistress sitting on her coffin, a contemplative look on her face. She glanced up only when she saw Elecktra step towards her, her expression softening a little. "Elecktra," she began gently. "What are you doing here?"
Elecktra stopped walking when she was facing the older spirit. "I went to see Anzu at the hospital today," she started slowly. "She's had a seizure."
"She has the falling sickness? Oh no!"
Elecktra winced at the spirit's worried face. "She says she hasn't had them since she was ten, but recently, she's been sick. I've never seen her act like this before. And you know I've been having nightmares of a hooded figure."
"I am aware," Mistress looked troubled. "But I don't like hearing the news about Anzu. Something in the Daut is beginning to stir, and I do not like it. And with Anzu being sick, some might say it is just coincidence, but something about it bothers me. It just doesn't add up."
Elecktra frowned. "Anzu can't be doing anything wrong. She's sick!"
"I know, but please keep an eye on your friends. Promise me that, okay?"
"Alright, fine, but none of my friends are causing this disturbance!"
Mistress sighed. "I'm not saying your friends are doing anything, but I just want you to be careful. I have a theory on who is behind this, but I can't say anything."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not sure yet if it is him," she stood up, touching the girl's shoulder gently. "Now go, you need to rest for school and for the fight that is coming. You're going to need all your strength for that."
"Okay. Bye Mistress!"
"Good bye, my dear."
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