Chapter 9
Death By Train
"Bakura, Wake up," A voice screeched, like a banshee on a bad day.
Bakura opened a pair of blurry eyes to see a blur of a woman standing in front of him. He felt tired and weak but he sat up anyways and rubbed his eyes. It was his aunt who had been crowing at him.
"Finally, your lazy ass is up," She said. "What the hell did you do to yourself and why?!" She asked, seeming quite agitated.
Bakura stared at her. His eyes large and soulful, he innocently looked at her, blank, without an answer.
"Well?!" She said in her impatience. She slapped Bakura across the face after he didn't answer. "Fine, don't tell me then!"
Bakura just slowly brought his face back to her, his large, sorrowful eyes aimed directly at her.
She paid no mind to his unhappiness and continued. "I'm taking you home today because I'm not paying the extra money to have you stay another night." She walked to the door and peeked out to make sure she was out of the earshot of any doctors or nurses. She went back to his bedside. "And when we get home, you will be doing A LOT of work for me! Now come along, we're going back home." Bakura's aunt left the room and waited outside.
Bakura just sighed softly and climbed out of the bed, putting on his shoes. He noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt and saw that each of the 5 slits in his chest had been sewn up with black stitches. He slid his shirt on and left the room where his impatient aunt was waiting.
"It's about time!" She said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the hall to the elevator, and then to the front desk, and finally to the front door. Bakura's aunt practically threw him in the car. He bumped his head hard on the doors' over hang.
Bakura's aunt got in the car, started it, and stepped on the gas.
Their car sped down the road at 80 miles an hour. Bakura knew his aunt was angry with him. He laid his head against the window, still feeling sick.
"You know what I had to pay?!" Bakura's aunt began to lecture him.
Bakura couldn't have cared less about what she had to say if he could have cared about anything at that moment. He just stared out the window and his mind drew a blank.
Bakura's aunt put a cigarette in her mouth. She fumbled a lighter in her pocket. She pulled it out and it slipped through her fingers onto the floor. "Crap!" She said and bent down to pick it up.
Not too far ahead, the railroad crossing bars had gone down and a train was rumbling along the tracks.
Bakura's aunt grabbed the cigarette lighter and looked up. She screamed as she turned the wheel sharply to the right. The car skid sideways towards the train.
Bakura's aunt punched on the brakes hoping the car would stop but it was too late. The left side of the car broke through the crossing bars and smashed hard into the side of the train.
Glass shattered and metal twisted. A horrible sound came from the metal of the car scraping against the side of the train. Sparks came from the scraping metal. Shards of glass flew every which way.
Sharp glass crystals shot like bullets around the inside of the car. They entered Bakura's skin and stayed there.
The sparks from the grinding metal started a fire on the dashboard. Black smoke filled the car.
Bakura couldn't breathe. All his lungs could take in was the deadly smoke that filled the car as water fills a glass. Still in a daze Bakura got opened the door of the car. Some of the smoke began to escape from the door. He looked back at his aunt through the black smoke. Her body was mutilated beyond imagination.
Bakura grabbed his aunt's shirt and pulled her out the door with him. He pulled her a couple of tens of feet, from the wreckage and left her there, away from the car.
He stumbled to the train station parking lot, a few hundred feet away. He stopped in the parking lot and stared at his aunts' car, or what was left of it, obviously still not aware of what was going on.
People gathered around the car and Bakura's aunt and stared.
The train passed and the car made a deep creaking sound. The fire had spread to the engine now, and to the gasoline tank.
A sound worse than any other boomed through the area. Fire shot into the heavens. Smoke sent a huge mushroom cloud into the sky.
Bakura, still totally dazed, thought to himself, 'Fireworks?'
Peoples' screams broke into the sound of the explosion. The car was engulfed in flames. Flaming pieces of the car fell to the ground.
Someone grabbed Bakura's shoulder and turned him around. It was a short plump man with short brown hair and a mustache. "You were in the accident. I'm going to take you to the hospital."
Bakura shook his head. "No...I don't want to go there."
"You're bleeding all over the place, Boy. You need medical attention right away."
Bakura jerked his shoulder away and started stepping back, away from the man. "No...I wont go..."
"You're talking nonsense! Come here, I'm trying to help you." The man started to step forward towards Bakura.
Bakura shook his head. "I'm not going." He spun on his heal and began to run.
"Come back!" The man yelled, "You'll die if you don't!" He stopped, knowing he could never catch up, and watched Bakura speed down the street.
Bakura stopped a block away. He had breathed in too much smoke. He stopped and fell to his knees, coughing hysterically. He hardly had time for even the smallest gasps of air in between coughs.
Death By Train
"Bakura, Wake up," A voice screeched, like a banshee on a bad day.
Bakura opened a pair of blurry eyes to see a blur of a woman standing in front of him. He felt tired and weak but he sat up anyways and rubbed his eyes. It was his aunt who had been crowing at him.
"Finally, your lazy ass is up," She said. "What the hell did you do to yourself and why?!" She asked, seeming quite agitated.
Bakura stared at her. His eyes large and soulful, he innocently looked at her, blank, without an answer.
"Well?!" She said in her impatience. She slapped Bakura across the face after he didn't answer. "Fine, don't tell me then!"
Bakura just slowly brought his face back to her, his large, sorrowful eyes aimed directly at her.
She paid no mind to his unhappiness and continued. "I'm taking you home today because I'm not paying the extra money to have you stay another night." She walked to the door and peeked out to make sure she was out of the earshot of any doctors or nurses. She went back to his bedside. "And when we get home, you will be doing A LOT of work for me! Now come along, we're going back home." Bakura's aunt left the room and waited outside.
Bakura just sighed softly and climbed out of the bed, putting on his shoes. He noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt and saw that each of the 5 slits in his chest had been sewn up with black stitches. He slid his shirt on and left the room where his impatient aunt was waiting.
"It's about time!" She said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the hall to the elevator, and then to the front desk, and finally to the front door. Bakura's aunt practically threw him in the car. He bumped his head hard on the doors' over hang.
Bakura's aunt got in the car, started it, and stepped on the gas.
Their car sped down the road at 80 miles an hour. Bakura knew his aunt was angry with him. He laid his head against the window, still feeling sick.
"You know what I had to pay?!" Bakura's aunt began to lecture him.
Bakura couldn't have cared less about what she had to say if he could have cared about anything at that moment. He just stared out the window and his mind drew a blank.
Bakura's aunt put a cigarette in her mouth. She fumbled a lighter in her pocket. She pulled it out and it slipped through her fingers onto the floor. "Crap!" She said and bent down to pick it up.
Not too far ahead, the railroad crossing bars had gone down and a train was rumbling along the tracks.
Bakura's aunt grabbed the cigarette lighter and looked up. She screamed as she turned the wheel sharply to the right. The car skid sideways towards the train.
Bakura's aunt punched on the brakes hoping the car would stop but it was too late. The left side of the car broke through the crossing bars and smashed hard into the side of the train.
Glass shattered and metal twisted. A horrible sound came from the metal of the car scraping against the side of the train. Sparks came from the scraping metal. Shards of glass flew every which way.
Sharp glass crystals shot like bullets around the inside of the car. They entered Bakura's skin and stayed there.
The sparks from the grinding metal started a fire on the dashboard. Black smoke filled the car.
Bakura couldn't breathe. All his lungs could take in was the deadly smoke that filled the car as water fills a glass. Still in a daze Bakura got opened the door of the car. Some of the smoke began to escape from the door. He looked back at his aunt through the black smoke. Her body was mutilated beyond imagination.
Bakura grabbed his aunt's shirt and pulled her out the door with him. He pulled her a couple of tens of feet, from the wreckage and left her there, away from the car.
He stumbled to the train station parking lot, a few hundred feet away. He stopped in the parking lot and stared at his aunts' car, or what was left of it, obviously still not aware of what was going on.
People gathered around the car and Bakura's aunt and stared.
The train passed and the car made a deep creaking sound. The fire had spread to the engine now, and to the gasoline tank.
A sound worse than any other boomed through the area. Fire shot into the heavens. Smoke sent a huge mushroom cloud into the sky.
Bakura, still totally dazed, thought to himself, 'Fireworks?'
Peoples' screams broke into the sound of the explosion. The car was engulfed in flames. Flaming pieces of the car fell to the ground.
Someone grabbed Bakura's shoulder and turned him around. It was a short plump man with short brown hair and a mustache. "You were in the accident. I'm going to take you to the hospital."
Bakura shook his head. "No...I don't want to go there."
"You're bleeding all over the place, Boy. You need medical attention right away."
Bakura jerked his shoulder away and started stepping back, away from the man. "No...I wont go..."
"You're talking nonsense! Come here, I'm trying to help you." The man started to step forward towards Bakura.
Bakura shook his head. "I'm not going." He spun on his heal and began to run.
"Come back!" The man yelled, "You'll die if you don't!" He stopped, knowing he could never catch up, and watched Bakura speed down the street.
Bakura stopped a block away. He had breathed in too much smoke. He stopped and fell to his knees, coughing hysterically. He hardly had time for even the smallest gasps of air in between coughs.
