Next chapter up! And we are nearing the end. T_T it's so sad. I really am enjoying writing this.
Bakura ran back as fast as he could, trying to find Soy in the dense forest. He had taken Ryou's bow before he left, but he wasn't confident that he would be able to use it. He hadn't used a bow in…thousands of years.
He pushed through the underbrush, hoping that Ryou would be safe at the Ferris wheel. If his Hikari had any sense, he would do as Bakura told him.
Soy winced as she pulled the long blade from her back. It was a bad wound, but she would live. At least long enough to kill that bastard she called a father. He had killed her brother once; she would not let it happen again.
Growling, she flung the blade back at her father, missing him by only a few inches and embedding the blade in a near by tree. Her father grinned.
"At least you are strong!" he said, ripping a nearby tree out of the ground, and swinging it at her. Soy didn't have enough time to dodge, and was thrown back. She winced, drawing her katana.
"I'm a lot stronger than you are, Father." She said, smearing some of the blood from her wound on her blade. Getting to her feet, she charged at him. But she wasn't quick enough to hit. He dodged out of the way, cutting deep gashes in her face with his claws.
Touching the blood, Soy gasped for air. He was a lot more powerful than he was before. This would be hard. She climbed to her feet, dodging as her father sent a small fireball in direction. She swung the blade, letting the blood at coated it spray off.
The blood became sharp as a knife while in the air, and her father was forced to bring up his arm to block. The blood hit him, tearing several bloody gashes.
He growled, throwing a large fireball at Soy. Soy dodged, and landed on the ground. Before she could react, her father was right in front of her, digging his sword into her stomach. She collapsed, holding her wound, in intense pain.
Her father laughed. "It's a pity I have to kill you, but of well." He raised the sword, ready to bring it down on her unprotected neck.
THUNK!
Soy's father jumped back as something embedded itself into his side. He growled, pulling out an arrow. Looking for his attacker, he spotted the silver haired Yami, getting ready to shoot again.
"Bastard." He growled, walking toward him. Soy growled, seeing her friend in danger, her hair began to turn black.
Bakura aimed the arrow, ready to fire again if necessary. The older man came closer, an angry scowl on his face.
"I'll kill you for that!" he said, rising a claw. Bakura fired, but the arrow missed it's target. He grimaced, hoping that his death would be quick at least.
Soy growled, aiming her claws for her father's neck, ready to finish the fight once and for all. She swung her claws, hitting him square in the neck. Her claws cut through his flesh like a hot knife through butter, removing his head from the rest of his body.
Bakura sighed in relief when he realized the man was dead, but his relief didn't last long. the blood spilling for the wound was beginning to eat away the ground. It was like an acid, and began to dissolve anything it touched.
Soy grabbed Bakura's arm. "Come on!" she yelled, pulling him away from the disappearing ground. He ran after her, trying to keep away from the blood.
"Soy! What is this?" He yelled.
Soy glanced behind him. "It's like acid. You'll be killed if you touch it!" she yelled. Suddenly, she looked at him, her red eyes full of fear. "Where's Ryou?!" she cried, as trees began to fall all around them.
Bakura dodged as a large tree collapsed near him, it's roots no longer able to hold onto the disappearing ground. "He's at the Ferris wheel." He said, gasping for air.
* * *
Ryou sat on the ground, bathed in the light of the Ferris wheel. He was worried about Soy and Bakura. He hoped they would be able to survive. He didn't want to loose Bakura. He couldn't.
He lifted his head as he noticed something strange happening in the woods. It looked like the trees were all falling down. The noise was horrible, and he took a few steps back, afraid. Fear crawled up his spine, as he wished for Bakura to be there.
"Yami!" he called, taking a few more steps back. "Yami!" he knew his Yami couldn't hear him, but he was hoping.
Without warning, Soy and Bakura came charging out of the woods, only seconds ahead of the collapsing ground.
"Ryou!" Bakura yelled. "Run to the Ferris wheel!"
Ryou froze. He was terrified now, but he followed his Yami's orders. He turned, and ran as fast as he could.
"Climb!" Soy yelled, as Ryou reached the brightly light wheel. She and Bakura caught up quickly, pushing Ryou up. The three began to climb, getting as far away from the ground as possible.
Ryou struggled to pull himself up. It was no easy task to get up. he reached for the next crossbeam, but his hand slipped. He began to fall to the ground below.
Soy reached out and grabbed his wrist, helping him before he could fall any farther. "This is far enough!" she yelled. "The Ferris wheel will be safe."
The three friends waited hung on the side of the Ferris wheel, watching the ground smoke below them. It was an amazing sight, the ground black and smoking for miles. Soy blinked. She hadn't seen so much destruction in a long time.
Bakura wrapped his hands around Ryou's slender waist, glad to see he was safe. Ryou buried his face in his chest, finally feeling safe.
Something cold and wet touched Soy's nose, causing her to look up. Several white flakes were floating down through the air. Snow.
The snow fell softly, slowing turning the charred ground white, as the Ferris wheel made mosaics on color on the desolate ground.
Bakura ran back as fast as he could, trying to find Soy in the dense forest. He had taken Ryou's bow before he left, but he wasn't confident that he would be able to use it. He hadn't used a bow in…thousands of years.
He pushed through the underbrush, hoping that Ryou would be safe at the Ferris wheel. If his Hikari had any sense, he would do as Bakura told him.
Soy winced as she pulled the long blade from her back. It was a bad wound, but she would live. At least long enough to kill that bastard she called a father. He had killed her brother once; she would not let it happen again.
Growling, she flung the blade back at her father, missing him by only a few inches and embedding the blade in a near by tree. Her father grinned.
"At least you are strong!" he said, ripping a nearby tree out of the ground, and swinging it at her. Soy didn't have enough time to dodge, and was thrown back. She winced, drawing her katana.
"I'm a lot stronger than you are, Father." She said, smearing some of the blood from her wound on her blade. Getting to her feet, she charged at him. But she wasn't quick enough to hit. He dodged out of the way, cutting deep gashes in her face with his claws.
Touching the blood, Soy gasped for air. He was a lot more powerful than he was before. This would be hard. She climbed to her feet, dodging as her father sent a small fireball in direction. She swung the blade, letting the blood at coated it spray off.
The blood became sharp as a knife while in the air, and her father was forced to bring up his arm to block. The blood hit him, tearing several bloody gashes.
He growled, throwing a large fireball at Soy. Soy dodged, and landed on the ground. Before she could react, her father was right in front of her, digging his sword into her stomach. She collapsed, holding her wound, in intense pain.
Her father laughed. "It's a pity I have to kill you, but of well." He raised the sword, ready to bring it down on her unprotected neck.
THUNK!
Soy's father jumped back as something embedded itself into his side. He growled, pulling out an arrow. Looking for his attacker, he spotted the silver haired Yami, getting ready to shoot again.
"Bastard." He growled, walking toward him. Soy growled, seeing her friend in danger, her hair began to turn black.
Bakura aimed the arrow, ready to fire again if necessary. The older man came closer, an angry scowl on his face.
"I'll kill you for that!" he said, rising a claw. Bakura fired, but the arrow missed it's target. He grimaced, hoping that his death would be quick at least.
Soy growled, aiming her claws for her father's neck, ready to finish the fight once and for all. She swung her claws, hitting him square in the neck. Her claws cut through his flesh like a hot knife through butter, removing his head from the rest of his body.
Bakura sighed in relief when he realized the man was dead, but his relief didn't last long. the blood spilling for the wound was beginning to eat away the ground. It was like an acid, and began to dissolve anything it touched.
Soy grabbed Bakura's arm. "Come on!" she yelled, pulling him away from the disappearing ground. He ran after her, trying to keep away from the blood.
"Soy! What is this?" He yelled.
Soy glanced behind him. "It's like acid. You'll be killed if you touch it!" she yelled. Suddenly, she looked at him, her red eyes full of fear. "Where's Ryou?!" she cried, as trees began to fall all around them.
Bakura dodged as a large tree collapsed near him, it's roots no longer able to hold onto the disappearing ground. "He's at the Ferris wheel." He said, gasping for air.
* * *
Ryou sat on the ground, bathed in the light of the Ferris wheel. He was worried about Soy and Bakura. He hoped they would be able to survive. He didn't want to loose Bakura. He couldn't.
He lifted his head as he noticed something strange happening in the woods. It looked like the trees were all falling down. The noise was horrible, and he took a few steps back, afraid. Fear crawled up his spine, as he wished for Bakura to be there.
"Yami!" he called, taking a few more steps back. "Yami!" he knew his Yami couldn't hear him, but he was hoping.
Without warning, Soy and Bakura came charging out of the woods, only seconds ahead of the collapsing ground.
"Ryou!" Bakura yelled. "Run to the Ferris wheel!"
Ryou froze. He was terrified now, but he followed his Yami's orders. He turned, and ran as fast as he could.
"Climb!" Soy yelled, as Ryou reached the brightly light wheel. She and Bakura caught up quickly, pushing Ryou up. The three began to climb, getting as far away from the ground as possible.
Ryou struggled to pull himself up. It was no easy task to get up. he reached for the next crossbeam, but his hand slipped. He began to fall to the ground below.
Soy reached out and grabbed his wrist, helping him before he could fall any farther. "This is far enough!" she yelled. "The Ferris wheel will be safe."
The three friends waited hung on the side of the Ferris wheel, watching the ground smoke below them. It was an amazing sight, the ground black and smoking for miles. Soy blinked. She hadn't seen so much destruction in a long time.
Bakura wrapped his hands around Ryou's slender waist, glad to see he was safe. Ryou buried his face in his chest, finally feeling safe.
Something cold and wet touched Soy's nose, causing her to look up. Several white flakes were floating down through the air. Snow.
The snow fell softly, slowing turning the charred ground white, as the Ferris wheel made mosaics on color on the desolate ground.