Why?
Agent 182: here's the next chapter to my exciting fanfiction why? Long title huh I thought so too, bet you know who the killer is? No didn't think so either. Sorry for the wait! And so it continues..
Chapter 5: It's better to have loved and lost then have never loved at all. try it
Mai Valentine finished her essay for English class. "I hate that class" she mumbled to no one, a familiar cry came from her stomach, she was so hungry she felt she could eat a million apples, but she wouldn't do that, a girls gotta watch her figure.
She made her way into the kitchen; grabbed a red apple, her favorite snack and wiped it on a paper towel. She bit her teeth into the savory apple; well she would have if the sound of the front door opening hadn't caused her to drop it. She let out a long breath, picking the apple up from the white tiled floor, a look of disgust shot onto her face, she immediately threw it away. She peered into the living room seeing an open front door, weird. She cautiously walked into the living room.
"Mom, Dad?" she called but recieved no answer. The wind must have blown it open. She shut the door, still facing it, her mind wandered to Joey's smile. She abruptly was knocked from her daydreaming as she felt pain spread through her head. Her forehead collided with the door, blood, her blood splattering onto it. She fell onto her back, a figure stood over her, she couldn't see their face but she could faintly make out the blue in itheir eyes. She couldn't die not like this not without telling Joey how she felt. She flung her arms and feet in ever direction knocking the figure away; she pulled herself to her feet. Panic running through her veins, she raced towards the kitchen not noticing the black bag on the ground, her toe connected with it sending her to the ground, the carpet burning her fair skin. She pushed her arms off the ground the figure trailing closely behind her. 'Joey forgot his bag, he'd probably come over to get it, oh hurry Joey!'
'SAVE ME!!!'
She ran across the tile in the kitchen, the stairs catching her eyes, no don't run up the stairs that's what all the stupid girls do in the horror movies then they get killed. Don't run up the stairs. She ran past the stairs, oh shit dead end, one door- the bathroom. 'It has a lock yes I'm saved.'
"You can't get away" echoed behind her, her heart hit her chest as it heaved, 'please someone save me.' She jerked the door open and turned inside, locking it. She panted, trying to catch her breath; 'at least I'm not dead yet.' All she heard was silence, but she wasn't stupid enough to fall for that lame trick, that prick wouldn't catch her off guard. She looked up as she heard a knock on the front door.
"Hey Mai, I left my bag here, can I come in . . . Mai?" Joey stood outside in the darkness, 'how stupid can I be leaving my bag at Mai's house, she probably thinks I'm such a dork, but at least I'll be able to see her.' He didn't get an answer.
Mai opened the bathroom door; she glanced outside it first and saw no one. She let out a sigh of relief; her prince saved her. "J-" pain exploded through her back. She let out a blood curdling scream, falling forward, pain jetted through her body.
A scream met Joey's ear. "SHIT" he yelled pushing the door open. A dark figure loomed over Mai ready to kill her, to rip her life away like it almost did his. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" He shouted at the figure who looked away from her and to Joey. Joey could have sworn it smirked at him. It grabbed Mai by the back of her white shirt. Her lungs cried for air. "No, please don't!" Joey cried as the blade was buried into Mai's chest. She let out a half-strangled gasp as her blood plunged to the white tile. The figure dropped her to the ground stepping back as if to let Joey have a sometime with his princess. It put the knife away, as if showing pity. Ruby ran down Mai's chin. Joey held her soft hair in his hand. "Mai please don't die, please, I. I love ya" His tears fell onto her face, her lip quivered; he loved her. Her dream, he loved her all along and neither of them had shown it.
Her breathing slowed, "I'm s-sorry, I- I never t-told you, I love you t- too" Joey pulled her into his arms, sharing his warmth.
"Please don't die" he sobbed as their tears mixed. "I'm so scared." He whisper.
"Don't be Joseph, I'm not," tears crawled down her cheek. "I love you, remember . . . that" she felt her life bleed through her finger tips as she took her last breath, thinking of Joey's brown eyes.
"Awe how sweet, I think I 'm going to cry, boo hoo" the killer wailed. Joey let her hair slip through his fingers like her life had. He kissed her cheek.
"I'll always remember," his finger caressed her cheek lightly. He stood up turning to the person; well it was more like merciless bastard and other obscenities, that had ripped her soul out. One he now would never get to know.
He looked back at Mai, her blood already pooled around her, he turned only to have a fist smash into his face, he stumbled backwards falling next to Mai, her blood soaking into his white shirt and green jacket. He went to get up but the icy hand of death grabbed his shirt, jerking him to his feet. His head swam as it slammed him against the wall watching his exquisite agony; his eyes cried and crystals down his tan face. "Why, why are you doing this?" he asked his eyes searching for an answer but it's icy finger crept around his throat. The fingers choked the air out of him tightening its grip as he clawed at its arm.
"Guess you have a lot of bad luck don't you it's rather pathetic, you're all alone, your friends can't save you. just like you couldn't save Mai." Joey knew it was grinning, it's a man's voice, and men have weaknesses. He brought his knee up into its crotch, it let out a yep of surprise, immediately dropping Joey from his grasp. Joey sucked the air into his famished lungs, getting to his feet, he ran out the front door. The killer was gaining on him and fast. He ran, ran for his life, he had to live for Mai. A blue house came into view and he sped up. Joey made his way across the grass, the dew slapping against his white shoes. 'I knew I should have came here earlier Mai would be safe, not lying on the ground dead.' He slammed his freezing fists against the wooden door. The front porch light illuminated the area. "Please, please be home." With his luck, no one would answer. The front door slowly opened, light flooding the area. An old man stood there.
"Can I help you young man?" he asked.
"Yea, I, I need ta use your phone, I need ta call the police." The man motioned him to come in.
"Is everything all right, is that blood?" he brought Joey to the telephone.
"My friend was murdered and yea it is blood." The man gasped causing more wrinkles to appear on his face. Joey dialed in 9-1-1 again. "Hello, yea, some lunatic killed my friend Mai Valentine um address, hold on" he turned to the gray hared man.
"Scarlet Drive"
"It's on Scarlet Drive, no' I'm at a neighbor's house, it's on the end of the street on the left side. Joey Wheeler, yea, please hurry." He put the phone back on the hook. He turned to the man.
"Are you injured?" the man smiled slightly. Joey rubbed the black and purple bruises on his neck.
"Yea just a couple bruises, I'll live thou. Mai didn't" he looked down at his shoes still drenched in her blood.
"I can't believe that lovely girl is gone she was so kind to my grand children. What happened?"
"She died in my arms, the same person, that bastard, it had attacked me and another friend of mine T'ea."
"I'm so sorry I wish there was something I could do but, I know too well that there is nothing I can do." He sighed, pulling up a chair for Joey to sit down on. He relaxed his aching feet. "I hope you find who did this and they get what's coming to them." They chatted for about five minutes, until the cops showed up.
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"We have reason to believe someone is trying to kill your group of friends."
"Jeez poor Mai" Tristan paced back and forth. Yugi held back tears as he saw Joey's emotionless face, one that usually was full of hope and laughter, but now it looked like rage and completely utterly hopelessness. He had no hope left from just the way his eyes stared at the walls. He patted his friends' back.
"It's gonna be all right." Joey looked up to his best friends purple eyes, a warm smile making it's way across his face
"You can all leave oh and Seto Kaiba invited you to his house for a get together, he asked if you would go there immediately, he said things about being deeply sorry about your loses." Officer Daytin stood up, straightening his uniform. Joey looked to Yugi's eyes then Tristan's.
"I think we should go maybe it'll make you feel better Joey" Joey nodded at his friends. I hope that they were right.
Agent 182: surprised, oh, who killed Mai the mystery continues in the next chapter hope you enjoyed this one, I like writing it, kinda sad and romantic at the same time. I really don't like romance so you won't see it too much. Guessed who the killer is yet? It might be the most unlikely suspect or the most likely. *shifty eyes* you'll never know!! BUHAHA! Two chapters without cliff hangers, oh and the next chapter goes to present tense to the non-memories, back to hell you could say hehehe, I'm evil, no not really just sick minded like so many of us are. review please, thanks and love you for reviewing
Agent 182: here's the next chapter to my exciting fanfiction why? Long title huh I thought so too, bet you know who the killer is? No didn't think so either. Sorry for the wait! And so it continues..
Chapter 5: It's better to have loved and lost then have never loved at all. try it
Mai Valentine finished her essay for English class. "I hate that class" she mumbled to no one, a familiar cry came from her stomach, she was so hungry she felt she could eat a million apples, but she wouldn't do that, a girls gotta watch her figure.
She made her way into the kitchen; grabbed a red apple, her favorite snack and wiped it on a paper towel. She bit her teeth into the savory apple; well she would have if the sound of the front door opening hadn't caused her to drop it. She let out a long breath, picking the apple up from the white tiled floor, a look of disgust shot onto her face, she immediately threw it away. She peered into the living room seeing an open front door, weird. She cautiously walked into the living room.
"Mom, Dad?" she called but recieved no answer. The wind must have blown it open. She shut the door, still facing it, her mind wandered to Joey's smile. She abruptly was knocked from her daydreaming as she felt pain spread through her head. Her forehead collided with the door, blood, her blood splattering onto it. She fell onto her back, a figure stood over her, she couldn't see their face but she could faintly make out the blue in itheir eyes. She couldn't die not like this not without telling Joey how she felt. She flung her arms and feet in ever direction knocking the figure away; she pulled herself to her feet. Panic running through her veins, she raced towards the kitchen not noticing the black bag on the ground, her toe connected with it sending her to the ground, the carpet burning her fair skin. She pushed her arms off the ground the figure trailing closely behind her. 'Joey forgot his bag, he'd probably come over to get it, oh hurry Joey!'
'SAVE ME!!!'
She ran across the tile in the kitchen, the stairs catching her eyes, no don't run up the stairs that's what all the stupid girls do in the horror movies then they get killed. Don't run up the stairs. She ran past the stairs, oh shit dead end, one door- the bathroom. 'It has a lock yes I'm saved.'
"You can't get away" echoed behind her, her heart hit her chest as it heaved, 'please someone save me.' She jerked the door open and turned inside, locking it. She panted, trying to catch her breath; 'at least I'm not dead yet.' All she heard was silence, but she wasn't stupid enough to fall for that lame trick, that prick wouldn't catch her off guard. She looked up as she heard a knock on the front door.
"Hey Mai, I left my bag here, can I come in . . . Mai?" Joey stood outside in the darkness, 'how stupid can I be leaving my bag at Mai's house, she probably thinks I'm such a dork, but at least I'll be able to see her.' He didn't get an answer.
Mai opened the bathroom door; she glanced outside it first and saw no one. She let out a sigh of relief; her prince saved her. "J-" pain exploded through her back. She let out a blood curdling scream, falling forward, pain jetted through her body.
A scream met Joey's ear. "SHIT" he yelled pushing the door open. A dark figure loomed over Mai ready to kill her, to rip her life away like it almost did his. "GET AWAY FROM HER!" He shouted at the figure who looked away from her and to Joey. Joey could have sworn it smirked at him. It grabbed Mai by the back of her white shirt. Her lungs cried for air. "No, please don't!" Joey cried as the blade was buried into Mai's chest. She let out a half-strangled gasp as her blood plunged to the white tile. The figure dropped her to the ground stepping back as if to let Joey have a sometime with his princess. It put the knife away, as if showing pity. Ruby ran down Mai's chin. Joey held her soft hair in his hand. "Mai please don't die, please, I. I love ya" His tears fell onto her face, her lip quivered; he loved her. Her dream, he loved her all along and neither of them had shown it.
Her breathing slowed, "I'm s-sorry, I- I never t-told you, I love you t- too" Joey pulled her into his arms, sharing his warmth.
"Please don't die" he sobbed as their tears mixed. "I'm so scared." He whisper.
"Don't be Joseph, I'm not," tears crawled down her cheek. "I love you, remember . . . that" she felt her life bleed through her finger tips as she took her last breath, thinking of Joey's brown eyes.
"Awe how sweet, I think I 'm going to cry, boo hoo" the killer wailed. Joey let her hair slip through his fingers like her life had. He kissed her cheek.
"I'll always remember," his finger caressed her cheek lightly. He stood up turning to the person; well it was more like merciless bastard and other obscenities, that had ripped her soul out. One he now would never get to know.
He looked back at Mai, her blood already pooled around her, he turned only to have a fist smash into his face, he stumbled backwards falling next to Mai, her blood soaking into his white shirt and green jacket. He went to get up but the icy hand of death grabbed his shirt, jerking him to his feet. His head swam as it slammed him against the wall watching his exquisite agony; his eyes cried and crystals down his tan face. "Why, why are you doing this?" he asked his eyes searching for an answer but it's icy finger crept around his throat. The fingers choked the air out of him tightening its grip as he clawed at its arm.
"Guess you have a lot of bad luck don't you it's rather pathetic, you're all alone, your friends can't save you. just like you couldn't save Mai." Joey knew it was grinning, it's a man's voice, and men have weaknesses. He brought his knee up into its crotch, it let out a yep of surprise, immediately dropping Joey from his grasp. Joey sucked the air into his famished lungs, getting to his feet, he ran out the front door. The killer was gaining on him and fast. He ran, ran for his life, he had to live for Mai. A blue house came into view and he sped up. Joey made his way across the grass, the dew slapping against his white shoes. 'I knew I should have came here earlier Mai would be safe, not lying on the ground dead.' He slammed his freezing fists against the wooden door. The front porch light illuminated the area. "Please, please be home." With his luck, no one would answer. The front door slowly opened, light flooding the area. An old man stood there.
"Can I help you young man?" he asked.
"Yea, I, I need ta use your phone, I need ta call the police." The man motioned him to come in.
"Is everything all right, is that blood?" he brought Joey to the telephone.
"My friend was murdered and yea it is blood." The man gasped causing more wrinkles to appear on his face. Joey dialed in 9-1-1 again. "Hello, yea, some lunatic killed my friend Mai Valentine um address, hold on" he turned to the gray hared man.
"Scarlet Drive"
"It's on Scarlet Drive, no' I'm at a neighbor's house, it's on the end of the street on the left side. Joey Wheeler, yea, please hurry." He put the phone back on the hook. He turned to the man.
"Are you injured?" the man smiled slightly. Joey rubbed the black and purple bruises on his neck.
"Yea just a couple bruises, I'll live thou. Mai didn't" he looked down at his shoes still drenched in her blood.
"I can't believe that lovely girl is gone she was so kind to my grand children. What happened?"
"She died in my arms, the same person, that bastard, it had attacked me and another friend of mine T'ea."
"I'm so sorry I wish there was something I could do but, I know too well that there is nothing I can do." He sighed, pulling up a chair for Joey to sit down on. He relaxed his aching feet. "I hope you find who did this and they get what's coming to them." They chatted for about five minutes, until the cops showed up.
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"We have reason to believe someone is trying to kill your group of friends."
"Jeez poor Mai" Tristan paced back and forth. Yugi held back tears as he saw Joey's emotionless face, one that usually was full of hope and laughter, but now it looked like rage and completely utterly hopelessness. He had no hope left from just the way his eyes stared at the walls. He patted his friends' back.
"It's gonna be all right." Joey looked up to his best friends purple eyes, a warm smile making it's way across his face
"You can all leave oh and Seto Kaiba invited you to his house for a get together, he asked if you would go there immediately, he said things about being deeply sorry about your loses." Officer Daytin stood up, straightening his uniform. Joey looked to Yugi's eyes then Tristan's.
"I think we should go maybe it'll make you feel better Joey" Joey nodded at his friends. I hope that they were right.
Agent 182: surprised, oh, who killed Mai the mystery continues in the next chapter hope you enjoyed this one, I like writing it, kinda sad and romantic at the same time. I really don't like romance so you won't see it too much. Guessed who the killer is yet? It might be the most unlikely suspect or the most likely. *shifty eyes* you'll never know!! BUHAHA! Two chapters without cliff hangers, oh and the next chapter goes to present tense to the non-memories, back to hell you could say hehehe, I'm evil, no not really just sick minded like so many of us are. review please, thanks and love you for reviewing