Why?
Chapter 2: Blue eyes
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"I hope you're right" they soon came to the end of the street and stopped outside the Wheelers' gray house. Yugi turned to Joey, "I'll see ya lata, gotta get my beauty sleep, I'll be over around noon, bye" he waved to Yugi and hurried into his house. Yugi watched him till he was inside. He sighed and continued down the street humming to himself.
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Joey immediately ran up the stairs and into his room, throwing off his shoes and jacket. He rested on the soft pillows slowly drifting off to sleep.
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Yugi walked into the game shop to see T'ea, Tristan, and his grandpa smiling at him,
"Took you long enough, where's Joey?" Tristan asked, he was sitting next to Yugi's grandpa, T'ea was doing a report on serial killers.
"He went home to sleep."
Tristan smirked "sounds like Joey"
"How was your day?" his grandpa asked.
He shrugged, "it was okay."
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A shutting door awoke Joey; he rubbed his eyesight back into focus. A cool breeze caused him to shiver; so he grabbed up his green jacket as he slowly got out of his warm bed. My dad must be home; the hall light was still on- lighting the floor of his room. His brown eyes found the red light from the clock on his dresser, 10:15. He headed towards the door, pushing it open the rest of the way; he walked into the silent hall.
"Dad?" he shouted over the side of the stairs as he began to descend them, silence. "Are ya here" still no answer, puzzled he headed towards the kitchen; the light was on too. A loud ring from behind startled him; he turned grasping the telephone in his hand, who'd be calling this time at night, maybe Tristan or Yugi. He placed the phone to his ear. "Hello?" all he heard was the dial tone.
"Wha- " pain exploded through his head; he fell forward to his knees, the phone clattering to the floor, the battery flying in the opposite direction. He tried to get a glimpse of his attacker turning his head around slowly. He gasped as the air was forced out of his lungs, the figures foot slamming into his venerable stomach. He flipped onto his back clutching at his stomach. A flash of silver caused him to roll away as it was brought down.
He sprung up from the ground grabbing the phone, he raced into the living room the phone on his ear, he pressed in 9-1-1 no sound, not even the dial tone, "Shit" he threw the phone to the ground. I don't wanna die; I don't wanna die! His mind tried to catch up with him. He peered over his shoulder into emptiness; no one was behind him. All he could hear was his own erratic breathing, his head pounded as his eyes shut, what the hell is going on, probably just Seto trying to scare me, to prove a point. His eyes caught sight of the cell phone sitting on the edge of the coffee table; letting out a sigh he grabbed it punching in 9-1-1. He glanced around someone answered the phone.
"Domino police station how may I help you?"
Joey fumbled with the phone "someone's in my house and they attacked meh."
"Do they have a weapon?"
"Yea, a knife I think."
"Aright please stay calm, I need your address."
"It's uh lemme think, oh yea, it's 496 Willow Creek drive"
"We'll have a unit down there as soon as possible, please go to a neighbors house or just get out of the house."
"Thanks please hurry." He hung up placing the phone into his pocket feeling a lot safer than before, I hope no one heard that namely the person that had attacked him. He tiptoed to the front door about to open it when a strong arm gripped the top of his, spinning him around to face the figure. Joey tried to see their face but all he could make out was their blue eyes. He tried to flee but the figure blocked his path. "Whaddya want with meh?" he shouted eyes narrowing.
A cruel laugh came from the figure, causing the hairs on the back of Joey's neck to stand on end. "I want you . . ." the figure reached into the inside of their jacket "Dead." Silver flashed into his vision as the figure lunged at him, slamming him against the door. He shoved at the weight on him trying to force it away. The knife was brought back, a stinging feeling tore across his arm, he could see the blood dripping of the corner of the blade, his blood.
Oh god, it's gonna kill me please oh please somebody save me, I don't wanna die. I never told Mai how I felt and what good friends Yugi, Tea' and Tristan have been. He didn't have time to move as the blade was raised again and brought down, the pain tore through the tender area between his ribs and shoulder. He staggered to the ground screaming, his hand now on the bleeding wound, blood pouring through his fingers. The sharp blade still imbedded in his flesh. The hooded figure seemed to grin in the darkness of it's hood, it put one foot forward and brought a hand to the knife, jerking it out of Joey's aching body, screaming again as he felt the pain eating him alive he shuddered, his eyes threatening to roll back.
Blood soaked into the white fabric of his shirt, he looked up his eyes half closed, the figure stood there staring a him, "Please..." Joey pleaded tears trickling down his cheek; it raised the blade. Blue light cut the night; it glanced around cursing, cops- fuck. Kill Joey and get caught, or kill him later and get away, decisions, decisions. It quickly turned running into the darkness. Joey groaned pushing himself away from the door not wanting the cops to kick it open and injuring him more. Black flared across the sides of his vision, his energy slowly draining like his blood, crimson spilled across the white tile, leaving irregular splotches of blood. His body collapsed under him, the darkness and pain taking over he managed to say one word the only one that came to his mind
"Why?"
TO BE CONTINUED…