WARNING: This chapter contains . . . [Mild Language]
Edit Update: 1/1/2016
Did some majorly minor editing.
The fog that Artax tried to navigate through was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Bakura knew this because he had pulled out his blade and cut out a portion, which slowly evaporated as he held it. But they couldn't wait for it to clear up - if it ever would. They had been traveling for about five days, hadn't eaten for at least forty two hours, and El Dorado was almost close enough for them to start plucking gold bricks off of the buildings like fruit from a tree. They had to keep going and hope that the place the four of them - counting in the animals - ended up in wasn't too far from their next stop, which was the city itself.
"Who left the fog machine on?" Marik asked.
"Mother Nature."
"Well tell her to turn the frigging thing off. I mean, the fog effect is cool and all, but how are people going to know how sexy I am when they can't even see me? This is ridiculous!"
As Marik continued to rant on and on, changing the subject every two minutes, Bakura looked at a nearby rock, which had a piece of paper stuck to it. "What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That." Bakura pointed at what he was looking at.
"A giant rock!"
"The thing that's on the rock, Marik."
"Oh."
They rode up to it and the Egyptian picked up the piece of paper, which had a doodle of trees and a faceless stick figure on it. A moment later the two of them could hear what sounded like a drum, and it echoed all around them. Artax's teeth began to chatter as his legs wobbled and Churro crawled underneath Marik's shirt, peaking out over the collar.
"What is that noise in the background?" Marik asked, clearly more annoyed than scared of the eerie sound. "That constant 'boooom', 'boooom' noise. What is that?" He leaned forward as Bakura convinced the horse, with some difficulty, to keep moving. "Is that you, Bakura?"
"No, that's not me." Bakura replied.
"I thought maybe your heart was beating really loudly, or something."
"I don't have one of those."
"You're always making noise!" Marik said as he placed one hand on his hip and wagged a finger at his companion. "You left the tap on the night before we left, you know."
"Marik, we live underground. We don't have taps."
"What was that dripping sound I heard then?"
"Oh that was one of my victims bleeding out."
"Oh, okay." Marik smiled and nodded, satisfied with the answer, and then he frowned again as the drum beat continued to follow them wherever they went. "What is this? Frigging Abu Dhabi? Oh hey, another note!" He said when a tree with another piece of paper on it came into view.
"Just ignore it." Bakura gently rammed his heels into the horse's sides, telling him to go faster.
"But what if this is like one of those games how you have to find every hidden object and you only need one more but you circle the map for ten hours searching for it until you finally just say 'frig you!' and turn it off and look up where it is online only to find out that it was in the most obvious place the entire time! But you forgot to save your game so you have to do the entire thing all over again and you get that one first but then it's a different one that you can't find so you repeat what happened last time and-"
"Are you senile?" Bakura asked.
"Ha! You can't fool me, Bakura. The Sea Nile is a river in Egypt. I should know because I'm from there. Egypt, I mean."
"Right." Bakura urged Artax to speed up as the drumming continued and they heard a scream in the distance, unknowing that it was the narrator, whose kneecaps were being broken by Yugi's wrench once more for letting another quote from a different abridged series slip into this fanfic.
"What's with all the frigging notes?" Marik reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a cell phone. "Seriously. Are they from the Dark Ages or something? Just send me a text for frig's sake."
"Wait." Bakura turned his head around to look at Marik. "May I see that?"
"You can see it from here."
"I mean, hand it over."
"Oh, okay."
Marik gave it to him and Bakura began to write a text message.
I was relaxing on a hammock as the ocean waves gently hit the shore, the only sounds being the tropical birds that sat in the trees around me and the A-Team, who were busily putting up a barricade around the small island we had landed on. Things were good. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I was finally safe from harm.
With a smile on my face, I was just about to doze off when my phone began to beep, letting me know that I had a new message. "I didn't even know I had a signal here."
But when I clicked the VIEW button, I instantly regretted it.
The next time we meet, I'm going 2 stab u in the heart with a pencil and use the blood on it 2 write funeral invitations 2 ur loved ones - Bakura
"Lovely."
Bakura smirked. He had never realized how much fun it was to send death threats via texting. He imagined her huddled in a corner, wondering when he was going to appear and end her life. It made him want to send another one.
"Are you done yet?" Marik asked.
"In a minute." He replied as he began sending a message to Yugi.
"What are you, a teenage girl?"
"No, I'm an Internet Troll."
"What's the difference?"
"Look, just let me finish this and you can have it back."
"Okay, but hurry it up. I haven't been on tumblr for ages and-"
"Hi, guys."
Artax stood on his hind legs when a tall man without a face and wearing a suit appeared in front of them before bolting away, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
"I just wanted to ask if I could be in your fanfic." Slenderman said. "How rude."
Bakura tried to regain control of Artax but fear had taken control, causing the stallion to run deeper into the wall of fog. Marik wrapped his arms tightly around his companion, squishing Churro in the process, and after a good two or three minutes Artax felt his hooves running on thin air, fore he had not seen the edge of the cliff, and the four travelers all found themselves falling.
As they did, words appeared on the screen: Don't Text While Driving
