Chapter 5
Desert Visions
"No!!! Please!! Don't! Please....nooo...." The man's screams gently gurgled into moans as he slid down the limestone wall, blood smearing his descent. She stood over him with a long sickle stained with copper red blood clutched in her left hand, smiling forebodingly, piercing dark-green eyes glittered with cruel intent in the dank, dark, dusty shadows of the recently uncovered ancient corridor. She looked down at the mutilated body, savouring the sweet coppery smell of blood; this was the last of the men that they had managed to amuse themselves with and kill. Her green eyes swirled to a glowing sparkling deep purple, her body tensed and she sniffed the air cautiously, her back was arched in concentration, her ears straining for every sound. She hissed, and without another word morphed into her feline body. She carefully picked her way through the blood and the mess, so not to get her newly cleansed white paws dirty. She lithely leapt up onto the crumbling alter and waited, her opalescence white tail twitching in anticipation....
~A FEW HOURS EARLIER~
Slightly impatient Seto Kaiba stepped off his private jet onto warm, dry sand; one of the things that Egypt was famed for. He sighed with irritation; for he did not like it when the winds would suddenly pick up and hot sand would blow into your mouth and clothes, making you scratchy and itchy all at the same time. Seto was lost in his wretched memories of an awful summer when he spent his vacation in Egypt. He didn't hate it here, he just felt odd.... Chills ran up and down his spine, as if people were walking over his grave.... He snapped himself out of it, when an older smiling man about 21 with light gold blonde hair, deep impressive green eyes, tanned skin; a light slender body with wide broad shoulders approached him. The other man called out to him with a thick English accent "Mr. Kaiba! Welcome to Egypt, how was your flight?" Seto looked at him with a withering stare that could make a Blue Eyes whimper in fright. The young man was still cheerful when Seto finally replied "Robert Fellows, I see that you have not changed that overly optimistic outlook of the world" Seto said with such iciness that Robert swore the temperature had dropped ten degrees, his smile slowly disappeared "only 17 and already such a tragic cynical attitude about life" he said light-heartedly. Seto rolled his eyes irritated as they walked to the terminal; he knew he was stereotyping but he had the sneaky feeling that a lot of Englishmen thought like Robert, way too hopeful regarding life. Robert showed Seto the private limo that was waiting for them. As they were driving away Seto inadvertently brought up the subject of the missing colleagues. The blonde man shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "So how and why did they disappear?" Seto asked, getting right to the point. Robert sighed "they were coming back from the dig to the campsite---six of them, good people mind you" Seto rolled his eyes annoyed "get to the point" he hissed threateningly, his azure eyes flashing irritably. The other man got his point and hurriedly continued "well they just disappeared" "how many days ago was this?" Seto inquired a little uninterested, for he was gazing out his window at the sandblasted desert; his mind started to wander. The barren region that was the Sahara Desert started to mesmerize him, the golden, and sun beaten sand was swirling by the wind, creating large ever-changing drifts. His eyes widened in surprise for he thought he saw faint outlines of men walking exhaustedly through the drifts; they were transparent like ghosts. His tired blue eyes narrowed on a tall slight figure; the figure turned around and he saw that is was a man. But something was different about this man; it was the same man the Seto saw every morning when he got up, in the bathroom mirror. He took in a sharp intake of air; it was he. As if the other self felt Seto's presence he looked up at him, his sapphire blue eyes piercing through the tainted glass of the luxury limo. Seto gasped and he backed slightly away from the window. The other self smiled mischievously, azure blue eyes sparkling, and then he and the other ghost-like toiling men slowly faded away. Seto blinked his eyes, 'a mirage!' he thought incredulously then he felt relieved that he wasn't seeing things that he shouldn't be 'It was just a mirage....' "Mr. Kaiba?... Mr. Kaiba?!" "Hmmm?" Seto turned to a slightly anxious Robert, the Englishman eyed him wearily "I said that when the other men could not find their colleagues they quit because they claimed there was a curse an---.." Seto's head snapped in attention to his last words "a curse? What kind of curse?" he asked his blue eyes full of questions, "I personally think that it is a bunch of bu--....." "I don't care what you think! Now tell me about the damn curse!" Seto snarled at him. Robert looked at Seto with a hint of fear swimming in his deep green eyes "according to the locales there is a myth that evil priests and priestesses protect the dig because it is apparently sacred grounds....err a temple of sorts. And whenever people would trespass against them they would disappear and never be seen again" Robert finished hurriedly avoiding Seto's glare. Seto's body relaxed and he turned to face the window again, ignoring the fair-haired Englishman 'maybe it is just a load of bull...but then why do I get the feeling there is more to it than meets the eye?'.....
~PRESENT TME~
Seto wearily made his way through the dark ancient shaft. His eyes grew accustomed to the weak beam that was made by his flashlight. He whirled around and pointed his flashlight on a speck on the faded hieroglyphic wall, his cerulean eyes narrowed on the spot with suspicion. He sighed and straightened up, he was too tense for his liking but he had a bad feeling. He took a deep breath and ventured deeper into the dig. Earlier on today, he and Robert had met with the other archaeologists that were working on the site; Seto gave them a piece of his mind and fired them all on the spot. Robert was wise to suggest that he tour Seto around the newly excavated ancient shaft. "We don't know where it leads because there is a huge stone block at the end of the tunnel" Robert had said "well then I guess it's up to me then" Seto said coolly masking his slight enthusiasm. The blonde man stared him in the eye with his deep green eyes intensely into Seto's impassable ice blue eyes, "ok if you want you can check it out," he said impassively. This struck Seto as odd, for the other man seemed to become very serious all of a sudden; but then this is his life work. Seto knew how he felt for he was the same also when it came to work. 'I guess Englishmen make good workers' Seto thought to himself as he wandered deeper into the ancient passage. He was examining some hieroglyphics that caught his attention when his flashlight died on him "shit!" Seto swore angrily. He fumbled for a match while walking forward in the dark touching the wall, his foot came apon something that was heavy but soft, like a sack of flour. "What the hell?!" he murmured to himself as he finally found a pack of matches in his trench coat pocket. The dank, old air smelled funny, it smelled musty but with something else added in it, he shrugged as he struck the match. The dim light filled the narrow passage. Seto's indigo eyes widened in horror and disgust, he screamed; a loud masculine scream that rung into the corridor. He covered his mouth and turned away. He had come across a badly mangled bloody body. He backed away from the nightmarish sight of blood, bone and flesh. He nearly tripped over a mound of organic matter. "MEOW!" the pure white cat screeched indignantly as Seto stumbled around. When he calmed his thumping heart, he eyed the slight feline with a bit of hatred and disbelief. He never liked animals; Mokuba would beg and beg for a puppy or kitten all the time but Seto would always say no. He didn't care if he was being mean to him in that regard; Seto would make it up to his brother by giving Mokuba everything he ever wanted, but pets was definitely out of the question. The cat gazed at him with strange multi-coloured eyes, they would flicker from an orange-gold to a light crystalline-blue, Seto's lips curled into a sneer "Scat Shoo!" he snarled as he tried to kick the darned thing away from him. The feline stared up at him huffily and trotted off into the darkness of the musty passageway. "Cursed creature" Seto growled under his breath, he turned to follow after the cat for he did not want to stay down here any longer with one of the 'missing' archaeologist. 'Looks like he's not missing anymore' Seto thought with a slight black humorous chuckle. He was near the entrance of the ancient corridor when someone tackled him to the ground from behind. "oof" he grunted as his body collided with the stone ground, a light load pinned him to the ground, his arms were twisted behind his head "this should teach you not to judge a book by its cover!" a decidedly female voice hissed into his ears. Seto gasped in pain and surprise, he grunted as he thrashed about but very quickly he came to the conclusion that he was getting nowhere with this technique. Whoever this person was she was strong for her wispy weightiness, he then stopped struggling and he collected up his strength and with a grumble of effort, he flipped her off his back. "Ugh!" she panted as he shook her off of him. Seto swiftly got onto his feet up to look at his attacker; she was sprawled on the floor staring up at him with venom seething from her ice-violet eyes, she was very stunning. She was slim and curvaceous; her body was fitted in the finest black silks, and a silver sash hung on her slender hips, for he could tell from the brief encounter when she had him in a headlock. Her shimmering black, silver, and gold hair brushed lightly by her hips, her creamy skin blushed with a golden glow, and her cheeks were flushed with effort, her cherry-red lips curved into a spiteful sneer. He gazed at her with unfounded recognition. 'Her eyes.... Like the cat's!' he thought surprised. She laughed out loud at the look on his face, and she flexibly flipped up into a standing position. "That took a while for your slow brain to pick up," she mocked menacingly, her ice-violet eyes churning to a sea-green colour. Seto could not shake off the feeling of déjà vu; her voice sent shivers down his spine "do I know you?" he asked coolly slightly puzzled. She stared at him oddly with her head tilted to the left mischievously "hmmm you do look familiar.... No matter I'll just have to kill you just the same!" she said with extreme delight, her iridescent green eyes flickered into more ominous sparkling silver. Before Seto knew it she was behind him, her right hand holding his head back by grabbing his hair with a dagger aimed at his throat "too bad I have to kill you, you're kind of cute" her warm breath whispered against his neck. "No. Baatzu don't kill him" a voice coolly called out, the girl named Baatzu sighed resignedly as she lowered her dagger to her side "humph! You live... For now that is!" she whispered seriously into his left ear. She let go of his hair violently, forcing him to stagger forward and fall onto his knees. Baatzu put her foot onto his back so he could go nowhere, Seto looked onto a pair of sandals and his gaze rose up to the face of the owner. A young woman stared down at him; she had red gem-like eyes, bronze skin, and gray polished hair. "Well, well, look at what Baatzu found!" she exclaimed cold-heartedly as she lowered herself onto her haunches to level her gaze with his. Seto glared back at her angrily with his flashing sapphire blue eyes. "Hmmm..... He still has the same spunk as he did long ago," the red-eyed woman murmured almost happily. Seto's ice azure eyes narrowed on her "I don't know who you are or what you want" he hissed heatedly, "you know very well who I am" a smile spread across her lips "now we can do this the easy way...or the hard way.." the woman spoke softly as she cupped his chin tenderly, he jerked his head away from her hold "don't touch me...." he growled dangerously, his ice blue eyes sparkling. The ruby-eyed woman's gaze hardened and she stood up promptly, "very well it looks like you won't go the easy way" she motioned her head to Baatzu. Baatzu pulled him up roughly by the neck, the crimson-eyed young women moved close to him so that their lips nearly touched "you should have gone the painless way..." She whispered harshly against his lips. She smirked callously as she stepped back from him and then she gestured to Baatzu with a slight nod of her head. The last thing Seto remembered before all was dark was the cruel smile dancing on her lips...
Sorry folks that it took me so long to do this chapter, you guys are gonna hafta give me 4 days to a week to write each chapter. I'm kinda going through a creative withdrawal, oh well I hope I'll be able to think up new ideas for the rest of the story. And no I will not be like some authors and not finish a story; this one will be finished! I will do one more instalment to complete the trilogy. Ok then till next chapter,
Bye for now!
-magick-angel
"No!!! Please!! Don't! Please....nooo...." The man's screams gently gurgled into moans as he slid down the limestone wall, blood smearing his descent. She stood over him with a long sickle stained with copper red blood clutched in her left hand, smiling forebodingly, piercing dark-green eyes glittered with cruel intent in the dank, dark, dusty shadows of the recently uncovered ancient corridor. She looked down at the mutilated body, savouring the sweet coppery smell of blood; this was the last of the men that they had managed to amuse themselves with and kill. Her green eyes swirled to a glowing sparkling deep purple, her body tensed and she sniffed the air cautiously, her back was arched in concentration, her ears straining for every sound. She hissed, and without another word morphed into her feline body. She carefully picked her way through the blood and the mess, so not to get her newly cleansed white paws dirty. She lithely leapt up onto the crumbling alter and waited, her opalescence white tail twitching in anticipation....
~A FEW HOURS EARLIER~
Slightly impatient Seto Kaiba stepped off his private jet onto warm, dry sand; one of the things that Egypt was famed for. He sighed with irritation; for he did not like it when the winds would suddenly pick up and hot sand would blow into your mouth and clothes, making you scratchy and itchy all at the same time. Seto was lost in his wretched memories of an awful summer when he spent his vacation in Egypt. He didn't hate it here, he just felt odd.... Chills ran up and down his spine, as if people were walking over his grave.... He snapped himself out of it, when an older smiling man about 21 with light gold blonde hair, deep impressive green eyes, tanned skin; a light slender body with wide broad shoulders approached him. The other man called out to him with a thick English accent "Mr. Kaiba! Welcome to Egypt, how was your flight?" Seto looked at him with a withering stare that could make a Blue Eyes whimper in fright. The young man was still cheerful when Seto finally replied "Robert Fellows, I see that you have not changed that overly optimistic outlook of the world" Seto said with such iciness that Robert swore the temperature had dropped ten degrees, his smile slowly disappeared "only 17 and already such a tragic cynical attitude about life" he said light-heartedly. Seto rolled his eyes irritated as they walked to the terminal; he knew he was stereotyping but he had the sneaky feeling that a lot of Englishmen thought like Robert, way too hopeful regarding life. Robert showed Seto the private limo that was waiting for them. As they were driving away Seto inadvertently brought up the subject of the missing colleagues. The blonde man shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "So how and why did they disappear?" Seto asked, getting right to the point. Robert sighed "they were coming back from the dig to the campsite---six of them, good people mind you" Seto rolled his eyes annoyed "get to the point" he hissed threateningly, his azure eyes flashing irritably. The other man got his point and hurriedly continued "well they just disappeared" "how many days ago was this?" Seto inquired a little uninterested, for he was gazing out his window at the sandblasted desert; his mind started to wander. The barren region that was the Sahara Desert started to mesmerize him, the golden, and sun beaten sand was swirling by the wind, creating large ever-changing drifts. His eyes widened in surprise for he thought he saw faint outlines of men walking exhaustedly through the drifts; they were transparent like ghosts. His tired blue eyes narrowed on a tall slight figure; the figure turned around and he saw that is was a man. But something was different about this man; it was the same man the Seto saw every morning when he got up, in the bathroom mirror. He took in a sharp intake of air; it was he. As if the other self felt Seto's presence he looked up at him, his sapphire blue eyes piercing through the tainted glass of the luxury limo. Seto gasped and he backed slightly away from the window. The other self smiled mischievously, azure blue eyes sparkling, and then he and the other ghost-like toiling men slowly faded away. Seto blinked his eyes, 'a mirage!' he thought incredulously then he felt relieved that he wasn't seeing things that he shouldn't be 'It was just a mirage....' "Mr. Kaiba?... Mr. Kaiba?!" "Hmmm?" Seto turned to a slightly anxious Robert, the Englishman eyed him wearily "I said that when the other men could not find their colleagues they quit because they claimed there was a curse an---.." Seto's head snapped in attention to his last words "a curse? What kind of curse?" he asked his blue eyes full of questions, "I personally think that it is a bunch of bu--....." "I don't care what you think! Now tell me about the damn curse!" Seto snarled at him. Robert looked at Seto with a hint of fear swimming in his deep green eyes "according to the locales there is a myth that evil priests and priestesses protect the dig because it is apparently sacred grounds....err a temple of sorts. And whenever people would trespass against them they would disappear and never be seen again" Robert finished hurriedly avoiding Seto's glare. Seto's body relaxed and he turned to face the window again, ignoring the fair-haired Englishman 'maybe it is just a load of bull...but then why do I get the feeling there is more to it than meets the eye?'.....
~PRESENT TME~
Seto wearily made his way through the dark ancient shaft. His eyes grew accustomed to the weak beam that was made by his flashlight. He whirled around and pointed his flashlight on a speck on the faded hieroglyphic wall, his cerulean eyes narrowed on the spot with suspicion. He sighed and straightened up, he was too tense for his liking but he had a bad feeling. He took a deep breath and ventured deeper into the dig. Earlier on today, he and Robert had met with the other archaeologists that were working on the site; Seto gave them a piece of his mind and fired them all on the spot. Robert was wise to suggest that he tour Seto around the newly excavated ancient shaft. "We don't know where it leads because there is a huge stone block at the end of the tunnel" Robert had said "well then I guess it's up to me then" Seto said coolly masking his slight enthusiasm. The blonde man stared him in the eye with his deep green eyes intensely into Seto's impassable ice blue eyes, "ok if you want you can check it out," he said impassively. This struck Seto as odd, for the other man seemed to become very serious all of a sudden; but then this is his life work. Seto knew how he felt for he was the same also when it came to work. 'I guess Englishmen make good workers' Seto thought to himself as he wandered deeper into the ancient passage. He was examining some hieroglyphics that caught his attention when his flashlight died on him "shit!" Seto swore angrily. He fumbled for a match while walking forward in the dark touching the wall, his foot came apon something that was heavy but soft, like a sack of flour. "What the hell?!" he murmured to himself as he finally found a pack of matches in his trench coat pocket. The dank, old air smelled funny, it smelled musty but with something else added in it, he shrugged as he struck the match. The dim light filled the narrow passage. Seto's indigo eyes widened in horror and disgust, he screamed; a loud masculine scream that rung into the corridor. He covered his mouth and turned away. He had come across a badly mangled bloody body. He backed away from the nightmarish sight of blood, bone and flesh. He nearly tripped over a mound of organic matter. "MEOW!" the pure white cat screeched indignantly as Seto stumbled around. When he calmed his thumping heart, he eyed the slight feline with a bit of hatred and disbelief. He never liked animals; Mokuba would beg and beg for a puppy or kitten all the time but Seto would always say no. He didn't care if he was being mean to him in that regard; Seto would make it up to his brother by giving Mokuba everything he ever wanted, but pets was definitely out of the question. The cat gazed at him with strange multi-coloured eyes, they would flicker from an orange-gold to a light crystalline-blue, Seto's lips curled into a sneer "Scat Shoo!" he snarled as he tried to kick the darned thing away from him. The feline stared up at him huffily and trotted off into the darkness of the musty passageway. "Cursed creature" Seto growled under his breath, he turned to follow after the cat for he did not want to stay down here any longer with one of the 'missing' archaeologist. 'Looks like he's not missing anymore' Seto thought with a slight black humorous chuckle. He was near the entrance of the ancient corridor when someone tackled him to the ground from behind. "oof" he grunted as his body collided with the stone ground, a light load pinned him to the ground, his arms were twisted behind his head "this should teach you not to judge a book by its cover!" a decidedly female voice hissed into his ears. Seto gasped in pain and surprise, he grunted as he thrashed about but very quickly he came to the conclusion that he was getting nowhere with this technique. Whoever this person was she was strong for her wispy weightiness, he then stopped struggling and he collected up his strength and with a grumble of effort, he flipped her off his back. "Ugh!" she panted as he shook her off of him. Seto swiftly got onto his feet up to look at his attacker; she was sprawled on the floor staring up at him with venom seething from her ice-violet eyes, she was very stunning. She was slim and curvaceous; her body was fitted in the finest black silks, and a silver sash hung on her slender hips, for he could tell from the brief encounter when she had him in a headlock. Her shimmering black, silver, and gold hair brushed lightly by her hips, her creamy skin blushed with a golden glow, and her cheeks were flushed with effort, her cherry-red lips curved into a spiteful sneer. He gazed at her with unfounded recognition. 'Her eyes.... Like the cat's!' he thought surprised. She laughed out loud at the look on his face, and she flexibly flipped up into a standing position. "That took a while for your slow brain to pick up," she mocked menacingly, her ice-violet eyes churning to a sea-green colour. Seto could not shake off the feeling of déjà vu; her voice sent shivers down his spine "do I know you?" he asked coolly slightly puzzled. She stared at him oddly with her head tilted to the left mischievously "hmmm you do look familiar.... No matter I'll just have to kill you just the same!" she said with extreme delight, her iridescent green eyes flickered into more ominous sparkling silver. Before Seto knew it she was behind him, her right hand holding his head back by grabbing his hair with a dagger aimed at his throat "too bad I have to kill you, you're kind of cute" her warm breath whispered against his neck. "No. Baatzu don't kill him" a voice coolly called out, the girl named Baatzu sighed resignedly as she lowered her dagger to her side "humph! You live... For now that is!" she whispered seriously into his left ear. She let go of his hair violently, forcing him to stagger forward and fall onto his knees. Baatzu put her foot onto his back so he could go nowhere, Seto looked onto a pair of sandals and his gaze rose up to the face of the owner. A young woman stared down at him; she had red gem-like eyes, bronze skin, and gray polished hair. "Well, well, look at what Baatzu found!" she exclaimed cold-heartedly as she lowered herself onto her haunches to level her gaze with his. Seto glared back at her angrily with his flashing sapphire blue eyes. "Hmmm..... He still has the same spunk as he did long ago," the red-eyed woman murmured almost happily. Seto's ice azure eyes narrowed on her "I don't know who you are or what you want" he hissed heatedly, "you know very well who I am" a smile spread across her lips "now we can do this the easy way...or the hard way.." the woman spoke softly as she cupped his chin tenderly, he jerked his head away from her hold "don't touch me...." he growled dangerously, his ice blue eyes sparkling. The ruby-eyed woman's gaze hardened and she stood up promptly, "very well it looks like you won't go the easy way" she motioned her head to Baatzu. Baatzu pulled him up roughly by the neck, the crimson-eyed young women moved close to him so that their lips nearly touched "you should have gone the painless way..." She whispered harshly against his lips. She smirked callously as she stepped back from him and then she gestured to Baatzu with a slight nod of her head. The last thing Seto remembered before all was dark was the cruel smile dancing on her lips...
Sorry folks that it took me so long to do this chapter, you guys are gonna hafta give me 4 days to a week to write each chapter. I'm kinda going through a creative withdrawal, oh well I hope I'll be able to think up new ideas for the rest of the story. And no I will not be like some authors and not finish a story; this one will be finished! I will do one more instalment to complete the trilogy. Ok then till next chapter,
Bye for now!
-magick-angel