Chapter 3!
Hey thanks for being so patient with this story, I'm obsessed with my Yami Bakura story right at the moment, but anyway here's the next chapter.
Disclaimer I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, or Al-Quisar.
It was another long motorcycle ride, Abbey was sore and tired. Twice she asked Marik how much longer and every now and then asked "are we there yet?" Marik was not in the best of moods either and Abbey felt her spirits lift as she saw him irritated. Finally after what seemed forever Marik pulled over to a rest stop, Abbey stepped down and stretched gratefully, finally Abbey started to run around trying to get rid of some energy while Marik watched her amused.
It reminded Abbey when she and the school's show choir went to a competition almost fourteen hours away and had to take a bus; every time they stopped Abbey would run around to feel better. She sighed at the memory.
"Come on Al-Quisar is an hour away," Marik said impatiently, Abbey stopped running around in circles like a chicken that had lost its head and climbed on behind Marik.
"I'm surprised you didn't try to run for it," Marik told her, as they zoomed off.
"Well, yeah considering you were right there," Abbey said not interested, he chuckled a bit but didn't reply, Abbey looked out at the desert, now that she saw it in daylight it looked like an endless scene of yellow, and it was hot! She didn't exactly like heat and besides she was so used to the cold weather back home. Marik came to an abrupt halt. And Abbey realized she was inside a market, it looked like a tourist trap but she didn't care, there were clothes and food and everything she needed. She looked around excitedly,
"Wow it's kinda cool," she said truthfully, Marik smiled down at her, just slightly.
He led her into a random store and she proceeded to look through clothes.
"You might want to pick cooler clothing, it gets rather hot here," he advised her. She eyed his taste in clothing, black pants and a light blue tank top which showed off his midriff. Yeah pick something cool indeed.
She ended up finding shorts and jeans although the saleslady gave her some weird looks. Abbey hated dresses, plus they weren't all that comfortable in and you had to sit in a certain position. She also found some tank tops and short sleeved t-shirts, she needed undergarments so she picked a few and concealed them in the clothes.
Marik met her at the entrance and he eyed her choosings but didn't say anything, he had a white bag with him but didn't answer her when she asked what was in it. She figured it was probably clothes for him. Marik paid for her clothes, which she thought was kind of nice of him, after all she didn't have money and Marik was kind enough to pick her own clothing.
Carrying two bags of her clothes Abbey followed Marik into a supermarket, to get what ever needs she needed, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, body wash, feminine needs. Marik stayed by her side and she blushed furiously when she bought her feminine needs. Abbey also picked up acne medicine, she didn't have bad acne but it didn't hurt to have some on hand.
"Marik? How are we going to load all this on your motorcycle?" she asked him as they walked through the streets.
"I have a few ways." He assured her, they passed by a book store and Abbey looked longingly at the books. More than anything Abbey loved books; however these books were most likely in Arabic so she wouldn't be able to read them. Marik led her over to a café and ordered her a lunch. He eyed her carefully all through out it as he didn't want her to escape again. But Abbey did not try anything funny; there really was no point if Marik could find her again. Besides, why should she go home? There really was nothing back there, her only friend had left her for a boy, and her family could adopt another kid if they missed her enough.
Those were depressing thoughts she mused.
"Something on your mind my dear?" Marik asked with a sly smirk. Abbey scowled at him.
"Like you wouldn't know." She said. He sighed.
"Yeah it does get tiring listening to your depressing thoughts." He sighed dramatically.
"You don't have to listen," she growled. Marik smiled.
"Oh but it's interesting to see what's running through your mind." He said cheerfully. Abbey sighed as she finished her last bite of the Egyptian food. Egyptian food wasn't all that bad.
Marik finished as well and left a sum of Arabic money, and then he stood.
"Come on Abbey, if we want to make it before dark I suggest we leave now." Marik said as he gazed up at the sky. Abbey stood and took her bags of shopping purchases and followed.
Marik packed the bags under the motorcycle and after double checking that they would be secure he handed her a helmet. However Abbey wasn't really paying attention. Her gaze was on the sky, they had been riding and shopping all day and the sky was starting to get more brilliant. The pinks and oranges returned and Abbey could see a star.
Abbey remembered just minutes before she was kidnapped that she had seen a star through storm clouds. She had believed it as a sign and had made a wish. She had wished for a friend, someone who wouldn't turn against her, someone she could rely on and trust, and someone in turn that could rely and trust on her.
"Abbey, I don't have all day or night." Marik said a little irritably shoving the helmet into her hands. Abbey broke from her trance and looked down at the helmet as if wondering how it got there. She took one last look at Al-Quisar and fighting down the urge to run for it shoved the helmet on and climbed on behind Marik. She wrapped her arms securely around him, unbeknown to her Marik's lips twitched into somewhat of a smile and his piercing amethyst eyes softened, just slightly.
Almost at her touch on Marik Abbey didn't feel sorry that she hadn't run for it. Marik may be insane and in the wrong of kidnapping her, but she was on an adventure and the best she could hope for was he wasn't going to rape and kill her. Abbey sighed thinking of home and looked up at the lone star shining on her. It seemed to give her strength in knowing everything will be ok.
Abbey leaned her head on Marik's back and watched the desert zoom by, she felt a little cold at the drastic change in temperature but Marik was warm enough, sort of, he was after all exposing a lot of his skin and the wind was starting to make him feel cold too. Abbey remembered something in biology class about temperature and how two people could keep each other warm in extreme weather but not for too long.
Abbey hoped it wouldn't take too long to get to Marik's hideout. She was starting to get tired and restless at the same time. Plus her knee was starting to hurt and she needed some kind of pain reliever. She hoped Marik had some medicine she forgot to pick some up at the supermarket.
Finally Marik came to a halt and clambered off the motorcycle.
"We're here," he sighed. Abbey slid off and stretched out her knee.
"Marik do you have Tylenol or any pain killers?" she asked wearily.
"Not on me." He replied picking up her bags from beneath his motorcycle. She sighed.
"Inside?"
"Yes." He said simply, Abbey smiled a little and claimed the rest of her bags and followed Marik inside. She took one last look at the desert, this was her last chance to make a run for it, but again she reasoned that she did not want to run, she did not want to go home, but she didn't want to be a prisoner.
Was that what laid in store for her? Was she a prisoner to Marik? Of what significance was she to Marik? Why was it so important that he kidnap her and take her from Illinois to Egypt?
Whatever those answers were Abbey had to find out soon. While she was a little excited at the promise of an adventure she was scared and nervous of Marik. She did not know Marik, the only bit she knew of him was he was insane, no wait that was an opinion. All she knew was he lived in Egypt and had taken her to some kind of abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, and as Marik had said earlier "very hard to escape from."
Abbey hesitated; she could make a run for it and hotwire Marik's motorcycle and drive off for help. But that thought was ridiculous, she could not hotwire fast enough for Marik to catch her, she couldn't ride a motorcycle, she didn't know the way back, she would run out of gas and die in the desert before she got help and even by some miracle she did, she couldn't speak Arabic.
"Abbey, are you just going to stand there and stare out into nothing and think of pointless escapes all night? If so I can just carry you off to your new room." Marik said suddenly. His voice was chilly but an air of teasing (or was it a threat?) hung in his words. Abbey sighed looked up at her star and quickly wished for guidance and reassurance, and then followed Marik.
"Walk beside me Abbey," he said quietly.
"Why?" she asked.
"Just do it," he snarled. Abbey lengthened her stride until she caught up to him.
She understood why Marik had told her to walk by his side now. As they walked Abbey saw many men in dark purple robes milling about, some leered and stared at her, others mischievously licked their lips. Abbey kept her gaze directly in front and stayed by Marik's side always.
"Master Marik, welcome back. I trust your mission was successful?" a deep voice came out. Abbey saw a man in the same strange robes, but beneath his hood he had the same dark skin as Marik, tattoos on his face, and fierce olive green eyes.
Even though he looked intimidating Abbey knew this guy was a pretty good guy.
"It was, thank you for asking Odion, now deliver this card to the safe room." Marik instructed the man holding out a card.
"That's my card!" Abbey yelled indignantly, she reached for it but Marik pulled it out of her reach and she fell into the other man known as Odion. Odion started to lift her up but Marik pulled her up by the back of her t-shirt pretty roughly.
"Odion, if you please." He said although his gaze never left Abbey's face, nor his grip on her t-shirt. Abbey shifted from foot to foot and looked away from him. Odion took the card and left after another respective bow of the head and left.
"Now my dear Abbey come with me, so we can…talk." He said the last word pretty dangerously. Abbey didn't exactly have a choice to go with him, he yanked her forward by the t-shirt and kept a firm grip on her. Not wanting to ruin the shirt or have it torn from her she followed; although her mouth was quiet her mind was not. She kept thinking insulting thoughts towards Marik and she could tell he was getting irritated.
Finally he reached a door with a strange eye carved at the top of it and kicked it open and then threw her pretty roughly inside. It was pretty dark inside, she could barely see her hands in front of her. Abbey heard the door shut and a few clicks and knew she was locked in. Crud she was screwed.
"You're right Abbey; you are as you would put it screwed." Marik's icy voice said in front of her. Abbey looked up at the shadow of Marik and felt her stomach do flips and her heart start to race.
Whoo, I wanted to write more but I'll leave a cliffie. Mwahahaha, expect the next chapter within a few days.
My parents finally relented and gave me internet, they didn't want to pay for it but I said I would and it's coming from my paychecks working at the movie theatres. So hopefully I'll update much quicker, however my parents are as cruel as Marik can be, so when they're in their moods they might ground me or take away the internet…..so I gotsta be careful.
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