Heeeey! XD... Its been a while? So Um... yay for the new chapter? Aw... who am I kidding? So sorry for the long wait on the update... . But anyways, here is the chapter for your liking~ And thank you EuphrasieTheOwl for all those reviews!~ By the by, for those wondering why it took so long to update... you see... ya know how computers can have multiple accounts? And one usually is the main. I used the main a lot, and it held all my chapters and the newer ones I was working on, so when THAT account decided to go all virusy on me, and I was told if I used that account anymore, it would DESTROY MY COMP. So yeah, I had to rewrite this chapter multible times now, this is the third try, so yay! It stayed alive! (Then if irony decided to pop in, the computer shuts down) And for those of you who read my other story Taken For Granted, it shall be updated in the next week or so. Its being worked on right now. Anyways, enough of my horribly long rant, read you story now!
The wind whispered terrible things, they told of a story with no happy ending, and I was the star to this story. It whistled and blew against the back of me toward the enormous cavern carved into the side of the abandoned building where Marik had been taken, a simple cement garage really, meaning for large trucks to drive in and unload the cargo. Maybe at one time, this place wasn't an oddity, maybe even someplace nice to drive by to give a hearty wave to the hard at work- Oh come on, who does that anymore?
Anyways, this building had long gave away any form of nice title to one that promised any adrenaline junkie some fun. Windows shattered, cracked, stains and smears of mysterious liquids that played to the imagination of the nervous and suspicious onlooker. Walls cracked and ruined from the tagging fun of teenagers who's meaning to life long since lost them to the fun antics of the common idiot. It had no shape really, nothing creative but a single tall triangle shape to it painted a simple dull gray, reaching at least eighteen stories up. Even the sky seemed to dim at the sight of the ugly building.
Now that I gave thought to it, I might as well have been a character in a game, controlled by whatever bored moron found amusement in the fun of living a second, more dangerous, exciting, life. But this wasn't a game, I didn't get to have three chances at this, and I didn't find it much fun.
Overhead, the sun moved to an angle and broke through the thick of the cloud, glaring onto my exposed flesh, searing the untanned skin. Why didn't I get a tan? And how long had I been out here? Staring like an idiot at the building, seeking out every reason not to take another step closer. But it was logical, right? If I move from the cover of the dumpster, someone could be waiting at one of the windows, looking out for just me. If I try to get in, they might have guards posted. And if I try to rescue Marik, a unicorn might fly through the window and sweep us off to Never Never Land where we'll frolic with the pixies of- Oh for fucks sake I'm shitting myself with this.
With certainty that the back of my neck and my arms were going to welcome me to a nice burn by morning, I took an unwanted step. Then another, and another. Before I new it, I was taking a lot of unwanted steps, and very quickly. I was moving so fast that I felt as though something were behind me, threatening to take me down before I even had the chance to get into the building. I gasped and held my eyes on my destination. The sun's heat left my skin and I was in the shade of the building's garage in seconds. I was already heaving, spending energy, important energy, in the bolt fueled with fear that had now came into light as senseless. No alarm was raised, no one came barreling through the doors at me, I just stood in stupid silence with only my breath to fill the void. Stupid.
I moved with careful steps toward the doors, glued to the filthy walls that welcomed me with not as much sound as the scraping of gravel against leather, but the unpleasant noises of things now sticking to my coat and smearing god knows what all over it. There goes a hundred dollars. Taking my attention away from the wall that so pleasantly ruined my jacket, I watched the doors for the slightest sound of anyone coming in approach. What if they did? I don't even have a weapon, and what body guards don't carry some form of beating object, or killing toy. I would use my mad skills of karate taught to me from the dragon master on the peak of Mt. Fuji of course. Grimacing at the realization, I clung to the fantasy of really being the star pupil to some old guy on top of a mountain who could catch fly's with chop sticks.
Nearing the rusted metal doors, it came into view that it hadn't even been shut, it was incapable of being shut. The doors had been beaten in on the locking pad, most likely by some thief hoping to find goods within the building, and rendered useless. I grinned as life tossed me a bone through the idiocy of another. One step closer, a step closer into the building where Marik was, someone very important to me, entirely worth this. Also inside, thugs willing to beat the head of a crippled child in as well if paid enough.
With no sign of life beyond the doors, I crept close enough to peer into the small opening. Nothing. And I was inside, accompanied by the terribly load, ear shattering, screech of the rusted hinges on the door. Or possibly, hopefully, that was just me, and it only seemed loud cause I'm pissing my pants at the moment. That's a load of shit isn't it? I gave an angry thought to the side of me that gave the excuse I was unable to happily live in denial with. I didn't risk anymore noise, and left the door ajar.
Down the hall I crept like a mouse in a home filled with nothing but cats, nerves on end, jumping at the slightest sound, eyes rounded to the full extent, as if they would take in more and even see through the walls at incoming danger. Trash, rodent droppings, and mold littered the ground, making for a delightfully putrid smell to tingle the nostrils. I wanted to gag, but that might even make too much noise. Was I even breathing? Stepping nimbly between the filth to spare my shoes the fate of my jacket, I looked carefully for a clue to where Marik was dragged away to.
The halls seemed unmoved, nothing out of place, the mold happily festering on the substance that gave it life, the garbage splayed about the ground ... The garbage splayed about the ground in a pattern? I eyed what seemed to be nothing, just the careless work of another. But there, a tiny trail. In between it all, a path was made, only the size of ones.. heel! Marik must have been dragged through here! Excited at my discovery, my kinda small discovery, I quickly made work of following it. Thank god for lazy people!
It went nearly a full thirty feet before I was unexpectedly, as I had been staring at the ground as I went, exposed in the opening of a very large room. It seemed unnecessarily large, a room that was merely built to brag of its size, and at the moment, I hated it. Probably would have hated it even before, when furniture would filled the room, it looked to have been built as a waiting area of some kind. Where I, or anyone else, would sit quietly for some employee working at a desk, who would also hate it, to call me in from the room I really, quite thoroughly, hated. So I stood, loathing the room, enjoying thoughts of spending good time out of my days to do what I'm doing now, just despising it. More the reason to put off furthering my journey, just waiting for the bad guys in my story to finally pop up and test my bravery …. My bravery was back behind the dumpster- no, in the dumpster, burying itself underneath garbage. All I had, was stupidity.
With a glance to the doors far across the unnecessarily big room, I bolted as quickly as I had outside. Racing across the room I really, honest to god, hated. I needed something to be angry and hateful at right now, it helped to keep a head on me, and it might as well be this room; this very ugly, much too big, room. I was clear of it and at the doors in no time. I thought the doors were much too big and very ugly as well. But they were left open, enough for me to squeeze through without risking noise, so I decided it wasn't so ugly. But still much too big. With a final glance at the room I so merrily found a disliking for, I crept through the doors.
I was welcomed with a sudden flash of light as my brain was joggled by an object crashing at very high force into my skull that protected it. I was sent barreling backwards into the room I ever so hated. This just made me dislike it ever more. Maybe I'll come back and burn it? Those thoughts were disturbed as a man, followed by his smaller friend but equally frightening, ran at me with a cry of insane excitement, in his hands, a metal bar; a metal bar with a fresh coating of blood on it.
Shit.
CLIFFHANGER? AGAIN? Aren't they fun~ I love em' you love em' the WORLD loves em'~ So... I guess till next time? OH! And with every review you give, it helps save a dieing computer, because the reviews give it a reason to LIVE! and * cough * WRITE * cough * Putting that aside, till next time~