KT: (Credit to Manoke-Chan) Gots myself a new penname! How do you all like it? It means Miracle Wings! .
YKT: Is there a REASON you changed your penname?
KT: (sighs in bliss) Syaoran-kun!
YKT: I see. Yep, she's obsessed with Syaoran from Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, so this means that everyday I have to go through hours of her sighing 'Syaoran-kun!' and squealing. Someone save me!
KT: Syaoran-kun!
YKT: See what I mean? Well, we might as well continue with the story.
THIS IS THE SAME CHAPTER, WITHOUT THE RATED 'M' STUFF. THOSE OF YOU WHO WANT TO READ IT, E-MAIL ME AND I"LL SEND IT TO YOU ALONG WITH THE NINTH CHAPTER'S 'M' PARTS WHICH HAVE BEEN REMOVED. THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!
Previously on Engaged to a Pharaoh…
Shayla and Atemu FINALLY admitted their love for each other, Shayla made the 'Millenium Sword' and you meet a girl named Kali.
Kali got sick, so Shayla went to check up on her.
When she reached Kali's room, she was surprised to see that the door was slightly open a crack and she could hear some shifting noises inside on the other side of the door.
—What the heck? What's going on in there? — Shayla thought to herself. —Is there someone in Kali's room?
"Kali?" Shayla asked softly. "Kali, is everything alright in there? Kali!"
There was no response, but Shayla could still hear the noise continuing.
"Kali, I'm coming inside, OK?" Shayla called.
Still no answer.
Heaving a sigh of exasperation, Shayla pushed open the door and walked in. "Kali, I came to check—"
Shayla froze in her tracks and her heart stopped.
For there in front of her, was…
Chapter 8. HIDDEN IN THE OBSCURITY
Shayla froze in her tracks and her heart stopped.
For there in front of her was…
KT: I don't wanna tell!
YKT: Guess what? You are going to tell!
KT: No I'm not!
YKT: Yes you are!
KT: No!
YKT: YES!
KT: NO!
YKT: Yes!
KT: Yes!
YKT: No!
KT: Ok.
YKT: Damn you! Just tell us!
KT: No!
YKT: YES!
Christina: SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU! KT, WRITE BEFORE I MURDER YOU AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU DIE AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, JUST FUCKING WRITE WHAT'S NEXT!
KT: okay.
Shayla froze in her tracks and her heart stopped.
For there in front of her was…
Kali, lying on the bed, and Atemu was on top of her, one hand placed by her head and the other on her chest. In fact, the two of them were in a very suggestive position. Kali's food was lain on the desk next to her bed, untouched.
Shayla's hands clenched, her nails digging into her palm and her breath came faster. Her face got red as Atemu's hand traveled DOWNWARD and she bit her lip to keep from crying. At that point, Kali tried to push Atemu off, but he was too heavy.
Emotion, millions of emotions washed over her like a tidal wave. Hatred, Sadness, Anger, Betrayal, Disbelief. But most of all, she felt Pain. Pain beyond description that tore her heart apart and began eating her inside out.
Finally, Atemu looked up and say Shayla. His eyes were glazed over and he didn't seem to know what was going on. Then, as if everything hit him at once, he quickly got off of Kali and a look of realization crossed his face. Shayla's heart, or what was left of it, shattered.
"Listen, this isn't what you think," Atemu said, walking towards her.
–'Isn't what you think.' That's what they always say. –Shayla thought bitterly. "Really? HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT, YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHEN I SAW YOU RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? 'IT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK'? GET A LIFE, YOU BASTARD! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK THAT I'D BELIEVE BULLSHIT LIKE THAT!" she screamed at him.
"No, REALLY! Shayla! This really isn't what you think it is!"
"NO! SHUT UP! YOU LIED TO ME! I TRUSTED YOU! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU! I WON'T EVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN!" She turned to run.
"Wait! Shayla!" Atemu grabbed her arm.
Turning around, Shayla punched him on the face. HARD. "YOU GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKER! DON'T EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN OR I SWEAR BY RA I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
"SHAYLA!" Atemu yelled as she turned and sprinted away.
He bolted after her.
But Shayla was faster. Pain gave her speed she never knew she possessed and she ran into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. Leaning against the door, she sank to the floor and buried her face in her arms, tears trickling down her face.
"Shayla! Let me explain!" Atemu pleaded from behind the door.
"No. You tricked me once, but never again! Leave!"
"Shayla—"
"DAMN YOU TO HELL, YOU BASTARD! I FUCKING SAID TO GO AWAY!" She screamed at him. "Please! Just go away…Go away."
KALI
Kali smiled to herself. The fool of a girl. Everything was working just as was according to plan.
In truth, Kali hade no intentions whatsoever to DO anything with Atemu, but she did what she did…all of this to hurt Shayla. If the Prince fell for her, it would only be an added bonus. But her main purpose was to hurt Shayla.
Shayla.
Kali's smile vanished.
Shayla.
Shayla was her worst enemy, her biggest rival. It just wasn't fair! She was a girl who could hunt, dance, sing and be everything that a girl wanted to be. And to add to that, she was also the prettiest girl in both Lower and Upper Egypt. So in other words, Kali was just simply jealous of Shayla.
Her father had once said, "Kali, YOU should've been Princess; not Shayla. YOU were MEANT to be a Princess."
Just then, Atemu came storming in. "Is that what you were trying to do?" He snarled. "And I though you were her friend."
Lazily and flirtatiously, Kali draped an arm over Atemu's shoulder. "Do you want to continue, my Prince?"
Angrily, Atemu grabbed her arm and wrenched it up behind her as she cried out in pain. "Go tell Shayla EVERYTHING. Tell her the TRUTH. NOW." Atemu snarled into her ear.
"All right, all right!" Kali whimpered, and stormed out.
SHAYLA
SILENCE.
Atemu had finally left, and all Shayla could hear now was silence. Slowly and weakly, Shayla stood up and walked over to the balcony. "Why?" she murmured. "Why am I me? Ra, I have always been faithful, so what did I do to deserve this Hell?"
She climbed onto the railing of the balcony. The ground was far below her. A fall would be fatal. "Is this what I should be led to?" she asked the stars. "I don't want to be royal anymore, Ra. Why was I born into this cruel world as 'Shayla'? Why not another name or another person?"
Then it hit her. Yes, why DIDN'T she? She could leave the palace forever and start a new life with no title, no family; as a completely different person. It was time she took her life into her own hands. She would leave. It was definitely time for her to leave.
She grabbed a bundle, dumped out its contents, then packed in a load of jewelry and fancy silks. She could first set up a booth in the Marketplace and sell all theses and probably make a fortune. She could also proceed to cutting her hair short, and when she sold things, she could definitely wear a veil. Using her magic, she changed her eye color from emerald to lavender and her hair color to black. That would be disguise enough for now. Buckling on her new sword, she slipped into a black cloak that was bordered with red and grabbed her bundle.
Just as she was about to leave, something caught her eye. The engagement ring on her finger. Slipping it off, she held it eye level and looked at it sadly. Then she placed it on the stand right next to her bed. She no longer needed it. It held no more meaning, no more feelings.
Straightening her clock, she reached for the handle of her door when she heard a knock on the other side.
"Shayla? Shayla, please open up. It's Kali."
A sudden flare of anger ignited at the mention of the other girl's name. But that anger quickly subsided when she remembered the look of fright on the girl's face when she had desperately tried to push Atemu off her.
"Shayla..." Kali whimpered.
Slowly and hesitantly, Shayla reached for the cold metal of the door. Softly, she opened it.
There Kali stood, alone in the hall, her eyes red and puffy from recently shed tears. Her once rosy cheeks were now pale and tear-streaked and her lower lip was quivering vehemently. Her head was bowed, but she quickly snapped it up when she heard Shayla.
"SHAYLA!" Kali sobbed and ran to Shayla, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably into the front of Shayla's dress.
"I'm so sorry! I-I-I told him No, b-b-but he wouldn't listen! Wh-Wh-When I t-told him to leave, h-he f-f-for-for-forced himself onto me!" She explained through her sobs, apologizing over and over while gripping the front of Shayla's dress.
Shayla made a funny noise. Kali was kind of gripping her dress at a rather…PRIVATE part.
"You really don't need to apologize for his actions," Shayla said, awkwardly patting the other girl's head while lost in her thoughts. –He forced himself onto her? How could he? Dear Ra, and I actually began to fall for this guy? I guess when they say love is blind, they have a point. I can't freaking believe it! –
"I never should have come here," Kali said, drawing Shayla from her thoughts. Kali's raven-colored hair slipped down, hiding her dark blue eyes, which she rubbed with the back of her hand.
"No, no," Shayla murmured, looking off into the distance. "If you hadn't come, I would've married the sick bastard. Your arrival was Ra-sent and for the best." The two girls stood there in silence for a while, the tranquility broken only by Kali's occasional sniffs and whimpers as she stood there.
"A-a-are you going s-some-somewhere?" she suddenly, asked, looking at Shayla's traveling cloak and bundle. The cloak hid her sword.
"Um…yes," Shayla admitted.
The other girl's expression changed to that of pure terror and desperation. "NO! Don't! Please don't leave me here! Don't leave me here with HIM!"
"I'm sorry," Shayla said, looking away. "But I…I just can't stand being here anymore."
Then a look of realization crossed Kali's face. "I-I-I suppose…if you must. It must feel terrible in your shoes. I was just lost in my self pity and forgot all about your feelings. You should be the one that's crying on me, not me crying on you," she whispered solemnly. Shayla's eyes softened and she placed a hand on the older girl's shoulder.
"Don't apologize. Everything will be fine, but now I must depart before anyone comes to check on me. Good bye."
Shayla pulled up the hood of her cloak and hurried past Kali, one hand holding her bundle, the other grasped tightly around the hilt of her sword. As she left, she could feel Kali's eyes watching her, all the way up to until she was completely out of sight.
KALI
A satisfied smirk appeared on her lips as she watched Shayla dart away into the depth of the darkness. Ha, the fool of a girl! Her asinine escapade would prove to be very farcical indeed.
For even if she DID make it out of the palace, it would be only a matter of days before the guards found her. And with in that time, a lot of things could happen. There were plenty of robbers, drunkards, muggers, people looking for pretty little sex toys, and, at this thought, Kali smiled to herself, plenty of rapers out there. A defenseless girl like Shayla wouldn't stand even a spark of a chance out there.
By the time anyone found her, the stupid little bitch would be dead, or, if not, at least have lost her chastity. She just didn't deserve to be Princess, so this served her right! –I should've been princess! She doesn't merit that title! – Kali thought. But the only way she could become a Princess is if she was royal by blood or marriage. A smirked tugged at her lips. Yes, marriage works perfectly well. Wasn't she quite successful at getting Atemu on top of her? She fingered the thing in her pocket. –This thing will work its magic once again, and I will become queen! –
For now, though, she would be content in making Shayla's life a living Hell.
Then after putting on an anxious and worried expression, she ran off to find Atemu.
ATEMU
Atemu, meanwhile, was mentally killing himself over and over for what had happened. But truth was, he wasn't sure WHAT had happened. One minute, he had walked into Kali's room to give her dinner, and the next, Shayla was standing there, looking furious and hurt, then ran off. But he wasn't really sure what had happened between then. He couldn't seem to remember anything. But nonetheless, this was HIS fault, and so he proceeded to killing himself mentally again.
"ATEMU!" Kali's voice rang through the air. "Oh, Atemu! It's horrible! Shayla's gone! She's missing!" Her poltergeist-like voice reached Atemu's ears. "She's gone!"
"WHAT!" Atemu snarled, standing up and towered over Kali, despite his short height. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"
The younger girl shrank away from him; the fury in his eye was much too frightening, but she repeated what she had just said. "I said, Shayla's gone missing! I went to her room to tell her, just like you told me to, but her door was open ajar and when I went in, she was missing! There was no one there!"
Without another word, Atemu rushed out and dashed into Shayla's room. But he was met with a still welcome. There were things scattered all over the floor, but the bed was still nice and tidy and so was everything else in the room.
"SHAYLA!" Atemu yelled over and over into the empty room. "SHAYLA! PLEASE ANSWER ME! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU TO ANSWER ME AND TELL ME THIS ISN'T REAL! I'M SORRY! PLEASE! Please…"
There was no answer.
Tears threatening to leak out, he yelled in frustration and punched the wall, leaving a large crack.
But just as he was about to leave, something shining on the nightstand caught his eye. Walking over, he realized it was the engagement ring. Hesitantly, he picked it up. Fingering the ring, memories of his time spent with Shayla (Including the fights with her XD. Oops, I ruined the mood here. Gomennasai.) flooded into his mind.
Holding the ring tightly by his heart, Atemu rushed out to the stables and saddled up.
He was going to find and rescue Shayla. Even if it cost him his life.
SHAYLA
Shayla had easily slipped past the guards and out of the palace. –It's little surprise Bakura can slip in and out of the place. I'm going to have to tell the Pharaoh to strengthen— -
She stopped when she remembered that she was never coming back. Turning, she took one last glance at the palace, her prison. She was free. Free of her duty as a princess, free of the life she was living in now, free of everything. But most importantly, she was free of Atemu.
Quickly and quietly, she slipped down several streets and alleys.
Suddenly, a hand sneaked out of the shadows and snaked around her slender frame and another hand covered her mouth, muffling her scream.
Immediately, Shayla's hand flew to her sword, but her captor was faster. He tore the sword, belt and all, off her waist and flung it out of reach.
"Shh…you pretty little thing. Don't worry. I won't hurt you, at least, not much." A voice whispered in her ear.
But that only caused her to struggle harder. To her horror, she couldn't feel that warm presence that was usually there when her magic was ready. She was now helpless, stripped of magic and weapons.
-DAMN! –she though furiously. But she hadn't learned hand-to-hand combat for nothing. Growling, she rammed her elbow back, and felt it connect solidly to the man's stomach.
He groaned and kneeled over in pain.
Turning to face him, she then kneed him in the face and was about to land another punch when someone grabbed her from behind.
-Oh shit –She turned and punched upward, connecting with the man's jaw.
Dodging another man, she made a leap for her sword and her hand had just closed around the hilt when she felt someone grab a hold of her ankle. "Get the HELL away form me!" she screamed before kicking the guy in the face. She heard a sickening 'CRACK' and the man was then motionless.
Hastily, she scrambled to her feet and positioned her sword.
Her attackers were a gang of thugs, each holding a knife or sword in his hands.
-Dammit! How am I supposed to take them all down without drawing attention to this place? –she surveyed the men. Half of them were drunk; their eyes were dilated and unfocused. The other half had greedy eyes as they looked her form head to toe, making her shiver.
"You want a fight, you got yourself one!" she yelled.
One of the drunken men lunged at her.
"DARGON CLAW BLADE!"
The attack spiraled outward, killing three men upon impact and injuring several others.
She was already breathing heavily as she fought to clear her head and faced the other men.
"This one is so much more of a challenge than the other ones," one of the men said. He had spiky, sandy blonde hair and eyes that looked insane.
"Oh, you can bet your ass 'this one' will be more of a challenge," Shayla snarled. "And you're about to find out just 'how much of a challenge' she can be!" She held her sword in front of her horizontally. This was something new and she wasn't all that sure she could handle it, but it was either this or…only Ra knew what her other option was.
"I summon all three great deities of Egypt, Obelisk, Osiris, and Ra! Lend your power to me, for I, Shaylana Isis Gydion, Daughter of the Nile, Crown Princess of Egypt, call upon you to aid me!"
Power built up around her and she gasped in pain as immense amounts of power entered her body. –So much for not attracting attention, -she thought with a wry smile.
She faced the men. "Now…I sentence you…to eternal Hell in Ra's lair!"
An enormous amount of power shot out of her sword at all the men surrounding her.
She felt her strength start to leave her as the attack shot outward.
-This is it…-she thought. –If this doesn't work, I'm screwed. –
Suddenly, an attack similar to her own blasted from the smoke and hit her dead on.
Blood splattered from her mouth as she was knocked back into the wall. Groaning, she pulled herself to her feet and wiped the blood from her mouth. "Dammit. It was a double-edge attack…Good thing that it didn't come at me full force." She muttered.
Her legs were shaking badly and she could barely raise her sword. "Oh please, Ra…" she whispered under her breath. "Please don't let them be there when the smoke clears. Please let them be dead."
"That wasn't bad for a girl," a voice hissed in her ear.
She whirled around to meet the speaker one second too late. He punched her, sending her sprawling to the ground. Slowly, she made herself get up and she faced him.
"So…there was a mage among you guys?" she snarled.
"Actually, there were five. But you managed to kill three with one blow. Impressive," a new voice said. "Of course, there will be several others, not mages, coming shortly, but we wont have to worry about that, will we?"
He approached her, one hand grabbing her cheeks and pushed her up against the wall. "Now, Princess Shaylana, I suggest you'd best cooperate with us. I'd hate to do anything to that pretty face of yours."
Her heat was racing in fear, but she showed none of that. "Let go of me before I hurt you," she growled, swatting his hand away. Picking up her sword, she pointed it at the two mages. "I don't know what kind of hocus-pocus you two have up your sleeves, but I'd sooner die than follow the likes of you. So if we have to do this forcibly, bring it on."
The two exchanged glanced and the first one, whom she recognized as the sandy blonde with the insane eyes, smiled maliciously. "I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but you're a stubborn one." He held his hand, fingers spread, palm out at her. "TA-RI-X-HU-KAM-BA-RU-KON!" (A/N: Don't ask. It was some random thing that came to me)
Ropes flew out from nowhere and wrapped themselves around her arms, legs, waist, strapping her to the ground. She could no longer move and the harder she struggled, the tighter her bindings. Then she felt warm liquid coat her body.
Turning her head, she saw crimson liquid splatter on the ground that she stood on and stain her clothes. Taking a closer look at the ropes, she realized there were thorns growing in them. They pierced her sun-kissed skin, and continued to grow, digging into her flesh, deeper and deeper…
And they stopped suddenly, and she fell into the sand on all fours, blood flowing freely form all her wounds.
A hand reached down and gripped her firmly by the jaw, lifting her up and nearly choking her.
"Now will you stop struggling against me?" he said. "We should be getting into some more serious matters now," he smirked. "Like these…"
He lowered his face down and pressed his lips over her.
"NO!" she smacked him across the face and stumbled back away from him, nearly falling over as her legs tried their best to support her. "Why don't you just kill me now? Kill me, maim me, injure me, attack me. But no matter what happened, there will be a price to pay!"
The second mage smirked. "You have courage, to say the least. You'll do fine."
"What do you mean I'll—?"
She was cut off as he pressed something against her mouth. There was some kind of medicine soaked in the cloth; she could smell it. But as the bitter smell filled her senses, her eyes started drooping.
He removed the cloth and she slowly sank to her knees. "Wa…it…Wha…t…?"
She hit the ground, unconscious.
"Get the bag. We can't waste any time. Bind and gag her in case she wakes up. That medicine won't do much since she has such amazing stamina," the blonde ordered the men who had silently arrived.
"Master Merrick, the Pharaoh's guards are scouring the streets for someone! We'd best—"
"They must be looking for her," Merrick said, looking at Shayla's unconscious body. "Give me that gag," he ordered. He walked over to the fallen girl. "I'll do these bindings personally in case any of you idiots screw up." He propped her into a sitting position and bound the gag tightly around her mouth. Then he wrenched her arms up behind her back and bound them tightly with a long length of rope. So tight that her wrists were already turning red from the coarse rope. "Give me the bag," he snapped.
He slipped the coarse sack over Shayla's head and tied the opening securely.
Throwing her over his shoulder, he stood up. "Ok, boys. Let's go."
When they stepped out, a guard stopped them. "Freeze, in the name of the Pharaoh." He ordered. "What business do you have this hour of the night?"
"Dear Sir, me and my boys were merely out for a drink and we were gambling. As our reward, we collected not only a bunch of money, but a fairly large prize." Merrick's lie came out evenly and practiced. "The prize is rather large and it'd be a big pain to get it out and put it back in."
"Very well, on with you!" the guard said.
As he walked off, the jarring stirred Shayla.
-What on Earth—? –she opened her eyes slowly and the situation hit her like a tidal wave. –Oh good Ra. What now? –
Then she heard some hoof beats nearby. Weakly, she lifted her head and tried to call for help, but exhaustion covered her like a blanket and she fell into an abyss of obscurity.
ATEMU
Atemu was on the verge of panic. He'd gotten the royal guards out looking for Shayla, but nothing so far. He saw a guard stop a group of men, one whom was carrying a large sack.
The first thought he had was, Good Ra, that's Shayla in the bag, but he shook himself. No, he was being way too paranoid. But when the group walked past him, he swore he heard whimpering coming from the bag, but he shook his head. He was hearing things.
As he rode away from the group, he looked around frantically. "Shayla, where ARE you?" he murmured.
KT: OK, now please don't kill me.
YKT and Christina: We're going to kill you.
KT: Please don't. OK, so, as you can see, this was a very bad chapter. If people will PLEASE start leaving reviews with ideas in them!
YKT and Christina: DIE!
KT: Shut up. Or you won't get to know what's next.
YKT and Christina: Oh well. You deserve to die!
KT: please don't kill me.
YKT and Christina: DIEEEEEEEEEE!
KT: (tears)
