I officially hate a virus. That's all Imma say. *Screams into the distance* FUCK YOU CORONA! (The virus, not the drink.)

~~~~Begin!~~~~

Ryou's POV

We immediately begin making plans to search for Bakura, one person per floor, Yugi not included because he apparently couldn't tell the difference between anyone's voices.

Atem and I forced Marik to help us, with quite a few threats involving some form of banishment or exorcism.

Malik took the first floor, Atem took the second, and I had the attic.

As soon as I entered, I didn't want to be here.

There are cobwebs everywhere, boxes all over, some with holes most likely from mice or other small rodents.

The air up here, it's so heavy, sad, and depressed, I want to cry, or find a corner and just die.

It took me a while before I got used to the air and finally noticed Bakura in the corner, standing over something.

"Hey, Bakura!" I called out in the empty attic from the doorway to the stairs.

He didn't respond.

"Bakura?" I called again, taking a hesitant step into the attic.

Still no response.

"Hey, are you all right?" I began to slowly walk over to him, careful to avoid broken or rotten floorboards.

I finally get over to where he is, his eyes are devoid of any sign of life or emotion, staring down to the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I reach out when he doesn't respond, placing my hand shyly on his shoulder.

His head snaps up to me, eyes finally focusing on me.

"What are you doing?" I ask,

"Paying my respects." Was his response,

"Paying your respects? This isn't a grave, ri-" I stop mid-sentence as my eyes fall to where he was looking.

There's nothing there, in that corner, but the cobwebs that have collected there for years and a box or two, but somehow, deep down, I know...

"This is where Atem's body was found..."

"That's correct." Comes a voice from behind me, "How did you know?"

I turn to see Ishizu behind me, standing in the doorway where I was seconds ago, or was it minutes? I can't tell...

"I don't know," Was my response, "I could just tell..."

"Look harder," She implored, "What do you see?"

I turn to look back to the corner, and suddenly I'm hit with a smell, some kind of metal, iron, no, copper, no, both?

Then my mind wanders without my permission, back to the events I saw that lead up to Atem's death, and I know, I just know, it's going to pick up where it left off.

No! I cry in my mind, NO!

I try to move my body, to look away, anything, but my body doesn't respond.

WARNING: NEXT IS A VERY GOREY SCENE, I'M LITERALLY MAKING IT MY MISSION TO MAKE THIS AS GOREY AS I POSSIBLY CAN, PROCEDE WITH MUCH CAUTION.

I'm back in the living room, back with the possessed Malik, who holds a knife behind his back, who speaks kindly to a rightly wary and soon-to-be-dead Atem.

I can do nothing but watch as Marik attacks, stabbing Atem, over, and over, and over again.

When Marik finally stops, Atem is just barely clinging to life.

Marik drags his prey from the living room, up the two flights of stairs to the attic, and drops him in the corner.

Please let this be it! I pray, but my prayers would go unanswered.

Marik begins with the arms, cutting fingers from hands, hands from arms, and arms from shoulders, breaking bones the knife could not cut just to cut through to the other side.

Then the legs, toes from feet, feet from legs, legs from hips, and all the while Atem is screaming bloody murder, miraculously still alive, not to mention conscious.

Then Marik slices Atem's abdomen cleanly open, exposing his ribs, intestines, heart, lungs, stomach, and other organs to the air.

The rib cage is shattered, Atem creates a piercing scream that will surely haunt my nightmares for weeks to come, and Malik seems to think Atem has endured enough, so he quickly cuts out his heart, killing him instantly, but no, he's still not done.

Marik begins cutting out every organ, breaking every bone.

He cuts Atem's head from his bloody skin, carefully cutting off the skin, removing the eyes, cutting out the tongue.

Then he splits the skull open, removing the brain, and begins cutting it into small squares, not unlike a chef when preparing vegetables for a soup or stew.

Finally, just when the massacre is over, Marik begins separating the pieces, until there's nothing but four piles of bones, organs, skin, and torn up clothes.

Marik stands, grinning insanely, covered in blood and entrails, nearly blending into his blood-stained surroundings.

Marik walks to the wall, and writes;

My art!

-Malik

In blood there.

He then promptly gave control back to Malik, who stood there, dazed and confused, before reading the not in front of him, smelling the blood, turning in fear, recognizing the clothes pile, he begins to panic, fear and sorrow combining into one beast of rage.

"No..." He whispers, "No, no, no, NO!" He bellows,

"It wasn't me!" He screams, "It wasn't me..." His voice goes quiet, trailing off as he huddles in the corner, wrapping his arms around his legs as he enters the fetal position, mumbling to himself, staring at the piles in front of him.

And that's exactly how the police found him, cowering in a corner, lost to the world after being called by a concerned neighbor that heard Atem's screams.

GOREY MURDER SCENE IS OVER NOW. YOU'RE WELCOME.

And just like that, I'm back in the present, I begin to register the fact that I'm sobbing on my knees, shaking like I'm having a seizure, surrounded by concerned students and a chaperone.

I barely register Ishizu pushing her way through the crowd, walking over to me and demanding everyone leave the attic, she gives a look to the chaperone, and he begins ushering everyone out.

When they're all out, save for Marik, Atem, and Bakura, she kneels down beside me, rubbing soothing circles around my back.

"I'm guessing you saw Atem's murder, no one, not even the coroner would tell me what Malik did to the poor boy, all I know is that it must've been terrible, to this day, people that were at the scene that day always look so haunted when I bring it up, the only thing they tell me was that the body was terrible."

"I don't buy it," States Marik, "There's no way some kid saw my art before the person it was made out of." I only vaguely hear him, focusing more on Ishizu's words than his.

"What body?" Is all I can weakly manage.

Marik gives the same insane grin I saw only moments ago, "Nevermind, the kid saw it."

I don't hear his words, but the memory of the last time he used that smile is still fresh, so when I notice it, I involuntarily shiver.

Marik notices and laughs.

~~~~End!~~~~

Um... This one kinda ran away from me and wrote itself, once I started writing how Atem died, I couldn't stop... So, those who read it fully, on a scale of one to ten, how was the murder? Oh god, what have I done?

-BYE BITCHES!