Yay! The second chapter! Hopefully it'll be as good or better than the last
one. And I'm writing this kind of late (10:14 right now) so it might be a
little screwed up.
;;
*Tries to recall how the chapter started*
Umm
Oh yeah.
And um thanks for reviewing the last chapter! (There was only one person who I actually told to read it! [Before I started this chapter]) On my other one I forced my friend to r & r it cause she's a character, but back to the story!
Malik walked silently along the beach. It was mid sunset and the clouds were deep vermilion (vocab word from school!), yellow, and pink. He looked up at the darkening sky and thought of the night before. He kept going over it in his mind, wondering whether he was schizophrenic or just something really strange was going on. Of course he knew that no one who was schizophrenic could tell if they were, he just hoped that he wasn't. He looked down at his hand, hoping to find nothing but seeing deep scars from the rose.
Only a quarter of the sun could still be seen and he looked along the ocean straight at it. Some people said that you could see a line of green during the sunset, but he just saw orange and red. He looked forward again and then down to see water barely reaching his feet. He decided to roll up his pants a bit and walk in the water. He did that and soon small waves were splashing against his feet like a gentle breeze. The water was warm and comforting. He felt so serene that he closed his eyes and stopped walking. He smiled and was very peaceful. But even with his eyes closed he could tell it was getting darker.
A larger wave hit his legs nearly getting his jeans wet and Malik was startled. He opened his eyes and started to walk again, both hands in his pockets, thinking about the night before and the mysterious disappearance of his good friend Bakura.
Then only very little of the sun could be seen. Malik looked along the elongated shores of the calm beach and just as the sun passed out of sight he saw a tall dark figure far ahead of him.
(I know what you're thinking, he keeps seeing himself over and over again but that's not what happens! And I'll make sure of that! Or at least I'll try! -.-;;)
Darkness and malevolence (Another vocab word!) seemed to engulf the quiet beach as quickly as the sun had set. Malik didn't want to move, but he kept walking. Soon he was close enough to see the mysterious person.
(I love describing Malik with my high vocabulary level and with the Microsoft Word thesaurus! ^.^)
He seemed as old as Malik, practically the same size. He had long blonde hair but it was spiked up and looked strange. He was wearing a dark blue cape as dark as the sky behind Malik with an olive tank top and khaki pants. Malik couldn't tell for sure because it was dark, but it looked like he had tanned skin (like most Egyptians) and black marks under his supposedly blue eyes. He was facing towards where the sun had set and he was holding some sort of stick in his right hand. Malik couldn't tell what it was because it was too dark to see anything clearly.
(Now it might be better cause I'm writing this during the day)
The strange man seemed familiar, although Malik had never seen him before. Malik stood there, frozen, and wondered what was going on. The figure turned and started to walk towards him. Then Malik saw something that frightened him so much he flinched in fear.
On the person's forehead there was a glowing eye that shined a golden light. It was very discomforting.
The evil person walked and stood eye to eye with Malik.
'Oh no,' Malik thought, 'Not another me…'
The yami Malik grinned evilly, as if he could read Malik's mind. The tide had risen up past both their knees and was getting colder by the second.
Malik fought hard against the force that was controlling him but it was no good. He felt a hand firmly grasp his left shoulder and he flinched again. The hand was rugged and cold. Then another hand grasped the collar of his shirt and started to lift him up.
(I don't really know why his yami is doing this, ask my yami, the one who writes this chapter and has a crush on all of the STUPID boys in my class. )
In an instant Malik felt cold water and hard, wet dirt lash against his back. His yami had thrown him in the water. The last thing he saw was a golden rod hit the side of his head and the evil Malik laughing menacingly. He had fallen unconscious in the water because his yami hit him with the Millennium Rod.
Ok, to answer emerald phoenix's questions.
The young Malik was real.
I dunno why he was there; you have to ask my yami.
Ok, I'm making this suspense but I know what happens. Haha and u don't! It'll be suspense for like 2 weeks cause I'm moving on may 15 and then we'll be in by the following Monday and then we have to get internet. Sorry ppl! Just to make ya feel better, Malik doesn't drown. I wouldn't kill my favorite character!!!!!!!
Oh yeah I wanna tell u what inspired me. I have this young_malik s/n for yahoo messenger and then there was an older malik and he was clueless and it um inspired me! Heehee! U would probably see me in the yugioh chat room. And yes, I think I have a yami self. Yami Mandee is really weird, weirder than regular me, and that's saying a lot!
Lemme tell u who the three Maliks are and what they're considered.
Young-Pure
Regular/Teenage-Confusion
Yami-Evil
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*Tries to recall how the chapter started*
Umm
Oh yeah.
And um thanks for reviewing the last chapter! (There was only one person who I actually told to read it! [Before I started this chapter]) On my other one I forced my friend to r & r it cause she's a character, but back to the story!
Malik walked silently along the beach. It was mid sunset and the clouds were deep vermilion (vocab word from school!), yellow, and pink. He looked up at the darkening sky and thought of the night before. He kept going over it in his mind, wondering whether he was schizophrenic or just something really strange was going on. Of course he knew that no one who was schizophrenic could tell if they were, he just hoped that he wasn't. He looked down at his hand, hoping to find nothing but seeing deep scars from the rose.
Only a quarter of the sun could still be seen and he looked along the ocean straight at it. Some people said that you could see a line of green during the sunset, but he just saw orange and red. He looked forward again and then down to see water barely reaching his feet. He decided to roll up his pants a bit and walk in the water. He did that and soon small waves were splashing against his feet like a gentle breeze. The water was warm and comforting. He felt so serene that he closed his eyes and stopped walking. He smiled and was very peaceful. But even with his eyes closed he could tell it was getting darker.
A larger wave hit his legs nearly getting his jeans wet and Malik was startled. He opened his eyes and started to walk again, both hands in his pockets, thinking about the night before and the mysterious disappearance of his good friend Bakura.
Then only very little of the sun could be seen. Malik looked along the elongated shores of the calm beach and just as the sun passed out of sight he saw a tall dark figure far ahead of him.
(I know what you're thinking, he keeps seeing himself over and over again but that's not what happens! And I'll make sure of that! Or at least I'll try! -.-;;)
Darkness and malevolence (Another vocab word!) seemed to engulf the quiet beach as quickly as the sun had set. Malik didn't want to move, but he kept walking. Soon he was close enough to see the mysterious person.
(I love describing Malik with my high vocabulary level and with the Microsoft Word thesaurus! ^.^)
He seemed as old as Malik, practically the same size. He had long blonde hair but it was spiked up and looked strange. He was wearing a dark blue cape as dark as the sky behind Malik with an olive tank top and khaki pants. Malik couldn't tell for sure because it was dark, but it looked like he had tanned skin (like most Egyptians) and black marks under his supposedly blue eyes. He was facing towards where the sun had set and he was holding some sort of stick in his right hand. Malik couldn't tell what it was because it was too dark to see anything clearly.
(Now it might be better cause I'm writing this during the day)
The strange man seemed familiar, although Malik had never seen him before. Malik stood there, frozen, and wondered what was going on. The figure turned and started to walk towards him. Then Malik saw something that frightened him so much he flinched in fear.
On the person's forehead there was a glowing eye that shined a golden light. It was very discomforting.
The evil person walked and stood eye to eye with Malik.
'Oh no,' Malik thought, 'Not another me…'
The yami Malik grinned evilly, as if he could read Malik's mind. The tide had risen up past both their knees and was getting colder by the second.
Malik fought hard against the force that was controlling him but it was no good. He felt a hand firmly grasp his left shoulder and he flinched again. The hand was rugged and cold. Then another hand grasped the collar of his shirt and started to lift him up.
(I don't really know why his yami is doing this, ask my yami, the one who writes this chapter and has a crush on all of the STUPID boys in my class. )
In an instant Malik felt cold water and hard, wet dirt lash against his back. His yami had thrown him in the water. The last thing he saw was a golden rod hit the side of his head and the evil Malik laughing menacingly. He had fallen unconscious in the water because his yami hit him with the Millennium Rod.
Ok, to answer emerald phoenix's questions.
The young Malik was real.
I dunno why he was there; you have to ask my yami.
Ok, I'm making this suspense but I know what happens. Haha and u don't! It'll be suspense for like 2 weeks cause I'm moving on may 15 and then we'll be in by the following Monday and then we have to get internet. Sorry ppl! Just to make ya feel better, Malik doesn't drown. I wouldn't kill my favorite character!!!!!!!
Oh yeah I wanna tell u what inspired me. I have this young_malik s/n for yahoo messenger and then there was an older malik and he was clueless and it um inspired me! Heehee! U would probably see me in the yugioh chat room. And yes, I think I have a yami self. Yami Mandee is really weird, weirder than regular me, and that's saying a lot!
Lemme tell u who the three Maliks are and what they're considered.
Young-Pure
Regular/Teenage-Confusion
Yami-Evil