Me: Sorry for not updating sooner! I was celebrating my promotion to high school…geh. Yes I am only 14. I am young… Anyways, enjoy this chapter!!! Don't own Yugioh!
Angel of Me
Marik and Anzu met with Rishid in the front of his house, Haku held in his arms. Though Haku was pale, weak and barely able to stay awake, he protested with his father to put him down. Anzu came to Rishid calmly.
"Rishid-san…You said Haku possibly knows…where Megan is?"
Rishid nodded, placing his son down slowly. Haku stood unsteadily, then slowly took a step forward, then another…then another. He didn't know what was really happening, but he had a clue. Haku had received a dream as he slept. He couldn't get it out of his head…
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It was night…Or was it morning? Haku really couldn't tell for everything was hazy. The world seemed to shift like an ameba, different shapes and sizes. He was in a field, a field full of greenish, brownish grass. Then he was in a city, a dark lonely city. Finally, he remained in near a beach. The wind picked up quickly, blowing at Haku harshly. The sky began changing from a blue, to red, to blue again. The ocean swirled angrily, huge waves crashing in and out, spraying at Haku.
"My child… Please… Help her…"
The voice was but a whisper, but it echoed in Haku's mind. He swallowed.
"Who…?" Haku blinked as he heard his own voice. "Who is in trouble?"
A woman appeared, her chocolate brown hair flowing around her face. Two pure white wings spread out nearly 7 feet from the woman's back. She wore a white robe, long and rippling. The woman's face was kind. She stood not 5 feet away, her eyes sad.
"The one you love…Your friend…"
The woman disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, a dock came into view. Haku blinked, then began walking around, slightly curious. Rain began pelting down from the heavens, wetting Haku instantaneously. The wind picked up even faster and he had to lean in so he wouldn't be blown away. He opened his eyes.
On the deck stood a girl, her blonde-ish hair wisping in the wind. She turned, her own caramel eyes sad and scared.
"Haku!!" She shouted. "Help me!!!"
But before Haku could move any further, a man stood in front of him. He smirked wickedly, then held up a gun, aiming it at Haku.
"Wait for me, Wait for me, until that faithful day… Your time has come, your soul on the line, a sacrifice you'll pay…"
Before Haku could turn and run, the man fired the gun and everything blacked out.
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Marik caught Haku as he fell for the third time. The teen couldn't take much anymore…
"Haku. Come on, you can't do this. We'll look for Megan when you're better, ok?"
Haku shook his head frantically, standing more steadily and walking faster. Sweat broke out on his forehead and dripped into his eyes, but he didn't give up. He walked, down the sidewalk, ahead of everyone else. No matter what…he wouldn't stop.
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Jon gasped as he woke up, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat up quickly, letting his hair fall slightly over his eyes. A woman… a young woman had been in his dream… She was telling him to find something… something…
He shook his head. The dream had kept coming back every night. He was beginning to grow more frustrated and irritable everyday. Jon stood up, changing his shirt and putting a cloak on. His servant came in through the door, bowing.
"Sir… The prisoner isn't doing so well. She hasn't received water or food in four days. What do you wish for me to do with her?"
Jon smirked. Turning to the man, tilted his head. "Roku. Interrogate the girl. Maybe now that she isn't in any position to refuse, we could get some info from her…"
Roku nodded, then walked out the door.
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Water…Water… She needed water.
Megan's head began pounding painfully and she moaned as she leaned too far to the side and landed on the hard floor. She didn't have the strength nor will to get up, so she decided to sleep. She drifted in and out of consciousness, illusions and visions seeping into her mind. She kept seeing her friends at school, Haku, the mean girls, her mother, her father…
She licked her dry lips then sat up weakly. She needed to be strong. She needed to fight. When the door of her cell had opened up, she stared up at the cloaked man, anger in her eyes.
"My master has requested me to ask you something, little girl. Where is your family?"
Megan tried speaking but her voice was hoarse and croaky. Finally, she became angry and flipped the man off. He growled, clenching his fists.
"Think you're so tough, girly?" The man stooped down and picked up the girl, only to slam her into the wall. "Now tell me. Where's your family?"
Megan grunted. "Go to hell, man bitch…"
The man hissed a curse then slapped Megan. "You're becoming a pest…" He smirked, then picked up the girl again. "I know just what to do to you…"
He walked down the hallway, Megan's head spinning. She fought back the urge to vomit as she was violently thrown onto a bed. Staring at the ceiling, Jon's head came into view. His eyes seemed more tired, though, and less harsh.
"Why the hell did you bring her here?"
The cloaked man bowed. "Sir, she would not listen or answer any questions. I thought that you might have had an idea to get the information from her…?"
Jon smirked deviously. "Yes… I do have an idea. Go." He waved his hand. "Get out of here. I wish to be alone."
The man bowed and walked out the door. Jon smirked down at Megan.
"Hello, Meggy. How are you?"
Megan blinked slowly, then turned her head away. Jon chuckled.
"Oh? You don't want to talk to me? That hurts my feelings…" He turned slowly, taking a decorative knife from a small rack. He turned again, trailing his finger against the side of the blade.
"I should make you pay… by killing your little friend Haku."
Megan's eyes opened wide. She looked over at Jon, her eyes filled with fear.
"Hahahaaaa…" Jon sauntered over to Megan, placing the blade slowly to her neck. "Or I could end your life, right here, right now, and then throw your body in a ditch as I laugh and dance upon your grave. How does that sound?"
Jon pressed the blade against Megan's skin, blood seeping quickly out of the wound. She gasped as the knife went deeper. Jon cackled, throwing the knife against the wall. He watched the wound bleed freely, soaking the bed with crimson. Smirking, he bent down so he came face to face with Megan, her eyes dull and glazed.
"I hate you. You will die a painful death. I will make you suffer as you have made me suffer. The one man... the one man I called my father... You killed him... Your damn family will suffer, your friends, you..."
Jon stood up straight, walking to the door.
"We'll be going on a little trip soon, so don't get too comfy..."
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Roku sat in his own room, toying with the gun in his hand.
"Expect the unexpected, Master Jon..."
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Me: Hello everyone… I'm not feeling so good today. In fact, I'm sick. I have a cold with a sore throat and nasal problems… Geh… anyways, enjoy…
