So you gonna talk?
The streets were dark and damp after a short rain that happened not to long ago, a streetlight flickered a block away, barley able to stay on. The wind blew with the speed and ferocity of an angry wolf chasing its prey, the growling could be heard all around as the wind whipped the buildings, and the howls from outside of the city filled the dank avenues of the city. Not a soul would be out in such conditions, except one.
The Pharaoh pulled his jacket closer to him, the air in front of his face turned a ghostly white as he exhaled. His breath in felt like a thousand small ice sickles, one after another stabbing his windpipe. He looked around nervously, trying to find a target, and also trying to avoid any type of law enforcement, but knowing the crime problem in this city, vigilantism would be welcome. But Yami didn't want to take any chances, not now, not this far into his efforts.
His angry enraged Egyptian eyes scanned the environment, everything looked peaceful at the moment. Nothing but random shadows filled the streets, he could swear someone or thing was following him. As if the devil himself was behind him, breathing down his neck, accompanying Yami on his revenge. A scratch could suddenly be heard from behind him, he turned at what seemed to be faster than light, ready to face whatever it was…nothing was there, except empty street.
He noticed a small rat scurry behind a trashcan and continued on. It was about 15 minutes before he noticed a man dressed in baggy clothes covered in bright gold and supporting a large snake on his left arm. The man was standing on a street corner and going through his phone, Yami moved up closer to get a better look, the snake on the mans arm was a cobra. He approached from behind on the mans left and hid in the shadows, the voice of a certain creature came back into the picture.
"Ahhh! So it would seem you found a victim! What do you plan to do now?" Fang smirked.
("Well first of all be quiet! We don't need him to hear! But I'm not really sure HOW I'm gonna go about do this, if you must know.") Hissed Yami in his thoughts.
"Oh you don't need to worry, he can't hear me. Only you can cause your crazy, losing someone to such a TRAGIC and gruesome death could only cause this kind of insane. But that's beside the point, if I were you I would tazer him then use the chloroform while he is on the ground. Perfect for being sneaky and effective…or you could just bash him with that lead pipe behind you…your choice." The voice let out a loud boisterous laugh.
Yami started to shake in anger at the first of the spirits statement, any contemplation of his actions were now set aside from remembering Yugi's death, it was hard for him to even mention his name without pain. Without a thought Yami reach back and grabbed the bar, he jumped from the blackness like a bolt of lightning, slamming the cylindrical tube over the skull of the gang member. He fell instantly as blood and bone sprayed into the air and around the ground near Yami, he reach into his pocket and pulled out the tazer, shooting him with it because he could.
After the pain producing part of this was over he grabbed a cloth and liquid and rubbed it in front of the man's nose, instantly putting him into a state for sleep. He picked up the body with surprising easy and left with it.
The man woke up, in more pain than he had ever experienced before, his head was throbbing, soar, and felt sticky. His eye's were trying to focus, but one bright light filled his retinas, the rest was pitch black. He tried to move but realized that he was tied to a chair with duck tape and the action was effortless. So he sat in pain and sick…until a large dark figure approached from the shadows, the hair on this figure was one of outlandish size and color, but was made up into the do of a mentally insane person. The figure growled and a swift fist met with the gangster's face, he grunted as blood jumped out of his lips and onto what sounded like a nearby wall.
Everything was disorienting for the man, he could barley manage to stay consciences, but did so for every time he was about to drift back into the haven of sleep, he would be beaten mercilessly by the figure.
"Who…who are you!-" The man cried as more sweet blood dripped from his lips and eye brow to his clothes below.
"You do not need to know!" The figure screamed, "But what I need to know from you is, where do the Cobra's hang out?" Yami asked, no patience in his voice.
"What? Ugh I don't know…I don't know nothing about no gang!" The man retorted, trying to sound tough.
"Who said it was about a gang?" Said Yami, pleasure in his voice. "Now…I will ask again, where do the Cobra's hang out, and who is the one that killed a 18 year old teen boy 1 year ago?" Yami asked, calm at first but working to anger.
"Fuck off dick head, I ain't saying nothing to a bitch like you." The man spat into the darkness, missing Yami but his point was made.
"Well then its time to make this interesting." Yami's voice turned more evil and sounded like Fangs. Before the man could respond, a large metal bat came out of the darkness and into the mans gut, he grunted and tried to lean over. Blow after blow came onto the gang member's weak body, each one making a distinct sound as it crushed a bone or bruised an organ.
"How about NOW! Know anything NOW?!" Yami screamed, enraged by the mans stubbornness.
"I..I- Told you…fuck off! I'm not no stool pigeon! And I'm not scared off you! I'm tough, and come from the streets!" He said sounding scared.
"I was just hoping you would say that, cause I will make you scared…" A silver object came into the light, it reflected beautifully, bouncing the dancing beams of light in all directions. The knife ran across the mans upper leg, cutting it slightly, only a hand could be seen on the knife. Yami's body was well hidden from view. Again the knife raced across the man, once on his arm, again on his chest, another time on his knee. Blood droplets formed about him, each slice small but painful.
"How could you be so crazy!?!" The man yelled trying to struggle free.
"Cause you're kind took HIM away from me!!!" Yelled Yami, thrusting his face into the light, inches away from the victims, his eye's danced like fire from the depths of hell. The man screamed in fear, not sure what would happen next. "Tell ME!! Where is the one that KILLED MY YUGI!!!" He plunged the knife into the mans right shoulder with his left hand, and twisted it until the man talked.
"TAKE IT OUT!! PLEASE! I'LL TELL!" He pleaded, Yami removed the knife from him. "The Cobra's hang out by the old warehouse across town, inside the abandon school! That is where most of them come when we all meet!" The gang member said choking in pain.
"Now was that really so hard?" Asked Yami, no emotion in his voice.
"There I told you! Now let me go! I gave you what you wanted!" He jumped around a little.
"Who said anything about letting you go?" Asked Yami darkly. This was clearly not the same Pharaoh who was at the Festival only yesterday.
"Wha-…well, you know what I heard!?" Yami raised one eyebrow as the bloody man spoke, "I heard that, that kid screamed in pain and begged for mercy! And you will too once out boss hears about this!"
Yami winched at the statement…not believing what he heard.
("Kill him!") Came the voice.
Yami did so with ease, he immediately thrusted the knife into the man's gut without any thought. He coughed up blood, as Yami stood there staring blankly at him, not caring that this man would die in a matter of minutes. He reached down slowly and pulled out the knife, wiping it off on the man's shirt. He had achieved the information he wanted for tonight, just a spot to find these sub humans. He gathered his things and placed them all back in his pack, he then shut off the light and carried the half dead man outside, where he threw him in a large 6 foot long rectangular hole.
"This will be your grave, for all the crimes and pain you have caused to others, let their tormented souls rest in piece." Yami reached towards his heart and mouthed "Yugi" just as he knocked a mound full of dirt onto the now deceased body. He grabbed his things and left, he was on the far outskirts of town, just near the forests edge on a hill. He had found a small abandoned barn where he could conduct his "Interviews". He started his long trek home, amazed that he could find the strength to do all of this. He walked silently down a dirt word and thought, "Tomorrow, school will be in session." The other voice was no longer around.
Sinner- Yes I know it was very graphic and violent, but I warned you all that it would be this way. I super serious sad YxY story needed to be told after all this fluff was made, but ya I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it scared/offended anyone. Not my intention, I just want it to be realistic. R&R Please. (LOVE you all! Especially xxsnowwhitequeen)