AN: Found something along my RP account again. I've been writing drabbles but I felt like this was more relevant than anything. I'm sorry if this makes no sense. It probably won't. Oh, well. I just write.

Power often corrupted one's mind or at least that was how the stories told it. I never thought of it much considering even at a young age, Father had told me differently on how we could use that power. Not for one's selfish gains but for the good of the people. It still held true in my heart but still…

It didn't ease the horror I had done.

Blood dripped down my hands in heavy droplets. I could hear each each drop as they fell to the small puddle on the ground like a leaking faucet. It wasn't mine. It had never been mine and the knowledge of that scared me. Beside me was the Thief who seemed perfectly fine in the current situation, his clothes and body unstained of the atrocities that had been done in the room. My eyes followed the blood trail that zigg-zagged across the room in many directions but they all met in the same place.

"I—I couldn't have…" I gasp out, shaking my head as I take a step back. My foot couldn't quite hold my weight causing me to stumble and fall onto my ass. The carpet squished under my weight and there was the heavy fresh metallic smell that followed. Blood.

"Oh, I think you always to be capable…even then," the Thief starts his rusted brown eyes never wavering from the scene before him. "Never thought you of all people to go off doing my work~"

Power has a way of corrupting people. If one gains too much they tend to dirty their good shoes.

Once, I had met a family with a father and his two little girls. They were sweet, caring and pretty normal. In short they were just regular people that I met during my travels yet something had changed that I wasn't fully aware of. Or perhaps I just didn't want to grasp it.

I didn't recognize the bodies on the floor after all I couldn't find the heads. Truthfully I think it would have ruined whatever sanity I had left if I saw them but I could tell from little I knew of anatomy that there were two small bodies huddled against the couch with pieces of their exposed rib cage poking out. There was an arm somewhere but the rest of the body parts were lost in the room. All that was really there for the two smaller corpses were their torsos, the ripped fabric of their clothes and the smell of decay.

I wanted to raise my hand to cover my mouth but I didn't want anymore blood on me. Not that sitting in it made it any better. "I just…"

The thief didn't let me finish, instead proceeded to walk further into the room. His boots squish against the carpet but he didn't seem to mind the awful sound of it. Kneeling down he inspects the two smaller bodies — corpses in the room with a calculating gaze. "…Looks like a beast tore them apart. These," he says, pointing to the punctures in the stomach area. "Are teeth marks. Just a guess, but one of your little pets did this." I wasn't sure if that was entirely comforting to hear but to know that the blood on my hands weren't theirs was…

No. It didn't make things much better.

Raising up onto his feet, Bakura turned on his heel and approached the far wall where there was one more corpse to be found. Unlike the other small bodies, this one was slightly more recognizable. It was definitely an adult male with the wide shoulders, the muscles in his arms and the clothes that he wore. There was also a difference on how he died as well. He wasn't ripped apart like the others, though his head was still missing. The body had multiple cuts, puncture marks and had several large shadow-like spikes sticking out of it. Bakura approaches the body placing his fingers lightly on the spikes.

He pulls his extremities away, placing one in his mouth. There was a slight cheery hum coming from the Thief that made me question things again but it wasn't exactly the time nor place to start with that. Bakura was insane but at the moment my sanity wasn't much to judge either. "Shadow magic~" he purrs out after removing his finger from his mouth. "Strange to have them this solid though, probably fade in a few hours but it reeks!" That bit of information seemed to please the Thief immensely.

"This isn't a game, Bakura!"

"Oh?" He turns towards me with a grin on his lips. "This has always been a game, Pharaoh! Or have you forgotten what your little mission is?"

"My mission doesn't involve this!"

"Doesn't it!?" He barks out a laughter. It was a malicious sound that caused a shiver down my spine. "This is all just a game and now you have this! So tell me Pharaoh," he growls out the grin turning into a smirk. He approaches quickly and before I can get up, his hands were around my collar and lifting me up. The thief's rusted brown eyes had a dangerous glint to them. The eyes of a killer. A mad-man. A monster. My hands held onto his arm more for to keep myself from choking and to help stabilize my weight.

"How long is it going to be before you lose that little goody act of yours? How long before you turn into the monster I always knew you were?!"