Epilogue and Credits
Author's Note: Not a lot of people reviewed for this fic, so I decided to thank all the people who did. Thanks go out to:
-Anata
-Angel Reaper
-Blue Diamond
-Chibizoo
-Icyblue
-Mary
-Sarina Fannel
-Yami-chan
-Yami-kun (same person?)
And special thanks go to Ginny, for reviewing most of my stories. You rock, gal!
(Dakid's Perspective)
Alone. Cold. Tired. Pain. Pain. Pain. Black.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a neatly furnished room. I was lying on a bed. It was soft. I was in a room. I was in a real room, and I hadn't broken in to feed. I was lying on a real bed. When was the last time this had happened? I closed my eyes again, and tried to think. Never.
I reopened my eyes, and got up with a groan. "What... happened?"
Images. Thousands of little pictures flashed back at me. Two guys. They both looked about the same. Me. I was holding the smaller boy. Kyrik... Yami... whoever he was, attacking me. Pain. Pain. Pain.
The memories flooded back, from so long ago, when I first got the gift, to last night, when the two look-alikes brought me to this room. So many memories. The blood began to pound in my ears, creating a drumming sound. A massive headache erupted, causing me to clutch at my head in agony.
And through it all, there was the pain.
The pain was only the aftermath, though, for which I was grateful. Just last night, it had been triply powerful, barely allowing me to gasp for breath. Unfortunately, it was still there: a dull, throbbing ache traveling up my entire body.
I got up stiffly, and made my way to the door. Locked. They didn't trust me. Why should they trust me? Did I trust myself? No.
Why did I do all that? I looked down at my hands. A dark stain ran down my left, dark for more reasons than color. I recalled the look of horror on Yami's face as the blood trickled onto my hand. Why had I done it? Why? I wasn't thinking. That's why. Gee. Great excuse: I wasn't thinking.
I shook my head, causing the pounding to begin again. I fell to the bed with a grunt, letting the peaceful blackness take the pains away.
Author's Note: Aw... I have major writer's block, but I'm sure you can imagine an ending for yourself. This is basically what's happening now, but you can have Yugi and Yami finally trust him, and everybody's happy. Or, you can have a sad ending. Whatever you want! I just have nothing left to write!
Author's Note: Not a lot of people reviewed for this fic, so I decided to thank all the people who did. Thanks go out to:
-Anata
-Angel Reaper
-Blue Diamond
-Chibizoo
-Icyblue
-Mary
-Sarina Fannel
-Yami-chan
-Yami-kun (same person?)
And special thanks go to Ginny, for reviewing most of my stories. You rock, gal!
(Dakid's Perspective)
Alone. Cold. Tired. Pain. Pain. Pain. Black.
I opened my eyes to find myself in a neatly furnished room. I was lying on a bed. It was soft. I was in a room. I was in a real room, and I hadn't broken in to feed. I was lying on a real bed. When was the last time this had happened? I closed my eyes again, and tried to think. Never.
I reopened my eyes, and got up with a groan. "What... happened?"
Images. Thousands of little pictures flashed back at me. Two guys. They both looked about the same. Me. I was holding the smaller boy. Kyrik... Yami... whoever he was, attacking me. Pain. Pain. Pain.
The memories flooded back, from so long ago, when I first got the gift, to last night, when the two look-alikes brought me to this room. So many memories. The blood began to pound in my ears, creating a drumming sound. A massive headache erupted, causing me to clutch at my head in agony.
And through it all, there was the pain.
The pain was only the aftermath, though, for which I was grateful. Just last night, it had been triply powerful, barely allowing me to gasp for breath. Unfortunately, it was still there: a dull, throbbing ache traveling up my entire body.
I got up stiffly, and made my way to the door. Locked. They didn't trust me. Why should they trust me? Did I trust myself? No.
Why did I do all that? I looked down at my hands. A dark stain ran down my left, dark for more reasons than color. I recalled the look of horror on Yami's face as the blood trickled onto my hand. Why had I done it? Why? I wasn't thinking. That's why. Gee. Great excuse: I wasn't thinking.
I shook my head, causing the pounding to begin again. I fell to the bed with a grunt, letting the peaceful blackness take the pains away.
Author's Note: Aw... I have major writer's block, but I'm sure you can imagine an ending for yourself. This is basically what's happening now, but you can have Yugi and Yami finally trust him, and everybody's happy. Or, you can have a sad ending. Whatever you want! I just have nothing left to write!