Chapter 11: Haunted by the Past
Flashback:
I grew up in an orphanage in a small town called Milford. It was a quiet little town, which was only populated about a hundred people. Around that time neither my brothers nor me had names. We just never bothered to pick any out. Yeah sure the nuns would name us. And we answered to those names when they needed us. But we never actually used those names.
When I was fifteen, my brothers and I were adopted by a nice couple that lived in the city. However I wasn't really enthused by this movement, my brothers wanted to go but not without me. So, I went with them. The couple didn't name us, they decided to let us pick out our names. We remained undecided.
Finally, we were eighteen. We moved out into the world. We got a job from this guy that owned a storage warehouse. It was actually good money. We all gave a bit of time helping out the orphanage we grew up in. It was fulfilling work actually. Then we got into Duel Monsters.
We all joined tournaments from time to time getting stronger. Sometimes we'd all duel each other. It was clear that Vengeance was the best of all of us. We all got better and scored places in the Regional, National, and even Continental Championships. We were four of the best duelists in the world. And that's when we met him. Chall Farrious, the soul proprietor of Maximillion Pegasus' estate. Obviously he owned Illusion Industries.
He was a nice guy at first. He always carried a few gems with him. A ruby, a sapphire, an emerald, and a topaz were in his pocket at all times. Once we were his guests of honor at the World Championships. We actually became good friends. He would come and watch us duel in the Tournaments from time to time. Then we all joined a tournament together and it ended up between him and me. I remember the merciless Burner Deck he used. I lost pretty badly. He was a ruthless duelist yet a good friend. Then about ten years ago he had found a sword.
I'll admit it was a nice sword. He became fascinated with the sword. He wanted to know where it came from, who created it and any other possible question you could ask about it. He learned that it was an ancient Egyptian artifact. Not only that but there was a story behind it and six more items that were linked to the sword. He wanted to find the other Items so he could find out more about them. After that we never saw much of him.
A few months past and we were all watching the news. And there was this segment about a few deaths. They said that the notorious Milell Sennen was on the loose again. We were visiting our adoptive parents at the time. We never thought much about the broadcast. We just saw it as some serial killer trying to relive his glory days.
We got into bed at about midnight. And that's when the single worst moment in my life occurred. Gunfire. We all shot up out of our beds at the sound of it we all ran into the hallway to see our adoptive father on the ground. Dead. Our mother was screaming her head off in the other room, but was quickly silenced by more gunfire. The killer walked into the hallway and we stared him down. Our rage was immeasurable, it was so great we couldn't move. But not Vengeance, he did what we all couldn't and charged the figure.
The figure just gave a little chuckle, raise his gun and shot Vengeance in the leg. We all went to check if he was ok. Of course he wasn't. I looked up at the figure and caught a glimpse of his eyes. I stared at him as he walked down the staircase of our house, we heard the front door shut and we all broke down. Or rage kept us in the angered state for days. We had taken out our rage by taking our dead parents out of the house and torching the house. We waited for the police to arrive, which they did. We gave them the full story from start to finish as the loaded Vengeance in the ambulance. We weren't charged as suspects, we didn't have to testify at any trial. The case to this day remains unsolved.
The week after we got a call, it was Chall. He wanted to know how we were holding up and stuff like that. Then he asked us for a favor. "Find the mystical Centennial Items," he said. At the time we were willing to do anything to take our minds off that night. And that's when we named ourselves. Tragic, Vengeance, Terror, and Silence. So we set out to find them. Month after month, February to August we sought them out. Eventually we had found four out of the six he had told us to find.
Toward the end of August we received a visit, from the most unlikely of people. He introduced himself as Milell Sennen. He wore a hooded robe that hid his face and a sheathed sword was hanging from his belt. He demanded the Centennial Items from us. We refused. He asked again. We refused again, this time telling him that we were holding them for our friend. He then told us that our friend was dead. We didn't believe him. Then he unsheathed his sword. That's when we noticed it was the Centennial Sword, and then he pulled a lock of hair from his pocket. It was red like our mothers. Not only was it red like our mothers, it was our mothers.
Vengeance became infuriated. He knew we were standing if front of the very person that killed our parents. It was that day in the warehouse that we met him for the first time. He was about as tall as me a golden mark rapidly flashed on his forehead shining light on his face. That's when we noticed. It was Chall. He demanded the Centennial Items once again. Vengeance was breathing heavily, his shaking hand holding his gunshot scar. He slammed his hand on the table he was sitting as and stood up. He stared at Milell, or Chall. Right now we were trying to figure this out.
He demanded the Centennial Items again. Vengeance had had enough of seeing him. He charged Sennen only to fail. He tried to sock Milell in the face but Sennen had stabbed Vengeance through the heart before he could connect. He pulled his sword from Vengeance who quickly fell to the floor. Another of us charged him this time is was Silence. An upward slash sent Silence into the wall. He was unconscious. Finally Terror and I charged him. I ran behind Milell while Terror stayed in front. I went to nail him from behind but was stopped in my tracks when he shot a huge dark ball from his sword. It hit Terror and he disappeared along with the ball. Sennen caught my refection in his sword. He turned around and delivered the slash that is the basis for the scar on my face.
Then the doors flung open and some strange light flashed. When the light went down I looked over to the table and the four Centennial Items that we had collected were gone. Sennen was enraged and walked out the door as I passed out.
A few hours later I awoke with a fury. I felt strange as if I underwent some sort of transformation. I had. I was taller, my voice was more cryptic, and I had pitch black eyes. I reached up to feel the scar on my face, I wasn't nor had I ever bled from it. I looked over to Vengeance. He was dead and lying in a pool of his own blood. I looked over to where Silence was. But he was gone. I took Vengeance and buried him in the nearby woods. He was right. Chall was dead. That monster was not the friend I knew.
Over the years I've accomplished a lot. I've won six Continental Championships and have placed second in four World Championships. Winning all these tournaments brought me closer and closer to Sennen. Until one day I found him. He was in a hallway staring me down. He was accompanied by a person in the same black robe Sennen was wearing on the night he slaughtered my brothers. I walked closer to him got within striking range, but I couldn't hit him. I wanted to hit him with every ounce of my rage but I couldn't. It was like someone was holding me back. He stepped aside and walked away. The person who was accompanying him stopped at my side then continued walking.
End Flashback.
"And that's when I learned you had Silence." Tragic said. "Why couldn't I hit you that day Milell?"
"Why? I'll tell you why." Milell answered. "Because of that scar. When I slashed you with the Centennial Sword it created a bond between us. It made a barrier. That barrier protects me from being harmed by you and protects you from being harmed by me. I don't know how or why that happened, but it did. Now the only way we can one of us can get rid of the other is in a shadow duel. And look, we are in one right now."
"Just one more question." Tragic said.
"What?" Milell asked.
"I mentioned earlier that I knew what you're planning to do." Tragic said.
"Yes." Milell replied.
"However I hope you know the consequence of opening that door. The person that turns the key must give their life." Tragic said. "So my question is. Are you prepared for that?"
"Of course I am." Milell said. "I had no intention of opening the door personally."
"You didn't?" Tragic asked.
"No." Milell answered. "That's where Silence come in."
"So you were going to use me to get you all the Items and then use my brother as a human sacrifice!?" Tragic yelled.
"Yeah that's about it." Milell said. "Now shall we continue?"
"Fine." Tragic answered.
Milell- 6950 Tragic- 5000
"I play the magic card Nightmare Steel Cage preventing both of us from attacking for two of your turns. Next I will set a monster face down and shift my Vorse Raider to defense position thus ending my turn." Milell said.
"I will summon my second Opticlops (1800/1700) and end my turn." Tragic said as the massive cyclops came out from the card.
"More power displayed by you." Milell said as he drew and looked at his card. "But it will not last long."
Area 1: The Forest Area
"Where almost there Shadi." Vaughn said while running through the woods.
"Good we only have to get across this area and then were at Millennium Mountain. We just need to figure out how we're going to get to the top." Shadi replied.
"Yeah. Hey can you sense if Tragic is winning or not?" Vaughn asked.
"Let me try." Shadi said as he tried to find them. "I can't. They are dueling in the Shadow Realm."
"And that is filed under the category of not good right?" Vaughn asked.
"Yes." Shadi answered. "We must get there before Tragic is defeated."
"Well we're coming up on the mountain, cause we're out of the forest area." Vaughn said.
Back At the Top:
"All I will do is draw." Milell said.
"I will do the same." Tragic said as the Cages shattered.
Milell drew his card. "Ha, Misplacement of Soul." He thought. "My plan has come together. He may have summoned Obelisk, but he won't get the chance to use it once I destroy it."
"Are you going to move or just draw again?" Tragic asked.
"Oh I'm going to move." Milell began. "Now observe as I play this card. Tribute to the Doomed."
"No!" Tragic yelled.
"Yes!" Milell yelled back. "And at the cost of discarding a card from my hand I get to destroy one monster on the field, and I choose your Egyptian God Card. Say goodbye to Obelisk the Tormentor."
Tragic looked on as Obelisk exploded in front of him. "Damn. I never even got to attack with him."
"And now lets welcome back Obelisk the Tormentor." Milell said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tragic asked.
"I activate Monster Reborn." Milell said. "Come on back Obelisk! Now I shall play this magic card, Misplacement of Soul."
"What does that do?" Tragic asked.
"For the outrageous price of lowering my life points to 1, I can deal 3000 points of direct damage to you!"
Milell- 0001 Tragic- 2000
Tragic faded a lot more, but he was nothing compared to Milell. Milell looked as if he was a mere ghost. "Your insane I can still destroy Obelisk myself and you lowered your life points to a messily 1."
"Believe me Tragic. I'm not worrying about life points. Now I switch my Vorse Raider into attack position. And to end my turn I will set this M/T card face down."
"You've left yourself wide open. I can still win even if I don't have Obelisk!" Tragic yelled.
"If you're so sure then why don't you attack me?" Milell asked.
"Fine then I will." Tragic yelled. "I tribute Opticlops for Summoned Skull (2500/1200). Now Summoned Skull, attack his Vorse Raider with thunderbolt attack!"
"You have played into my hand Tragic." Milell said.
"What are you talking about?" Tragic asked.
"Activate trap card." Milell answered. "Last Turn!"
"What does that do?" Tragic said with a concerned look on his face.
"Last Turn can only be activated when my life points are below 1000." Milell began. "I select one monster on the field and destroy all the others. I will choose Obelisk."
"Is that it?" Tragic asked.
"No." Milell answered. "Now we both discard our hands."
"Ok now what?" Tragic said as he discarded his hand.
"Now you special summon one monster from your deck in face up attack position." Milell said. "Then you must attack Obelisk with that monster. The duelist whose monster is still on field at the end phase of this turn is the winner!"
A cold chill flooded Tragic's body. His eye went wide open. He knew that the strongest monster in his deck was a Summoned Skull. He couldn't win. Milell was waiting for him to summon Obelisk so he could destroy it and revive it onto his side of the field. He would then play that Misplacement of Soul and lower his life points to 1 so he could activate Last Turn.
"I special summon Summoned Skull." Tragic said as he lowered his head. "Milell, you're the best. You beat me."
"Well I know that." Milell said.
"But I'm warning you Milell Sennen, you haven't seen the last of Tragic!" Tragic yelled. "Summoned Skull attack Obelisk the Tormentor!"
"We'll see Tragic. We'll see." Milell said. "Obelisk counter Summoned Skull's attack with Fist of Fate!"
The massive blue solider slammed its fist through the Summoned Skull's attack and smashed the living skeleton to broken bits and pieces. Tragic gave Milell an angered stare as he faded away into the oblivion of the Shadow Realm. When no trace of Tragic was seen his duel disk fell to the ground. The fog of the Shadow Realm faded as well.
When the fog was all gone Milell walked over to Tragic's duel disk and picked it up. "At last I finally have them back. Obelisk the Tormentor and the Winged Dragon of Ra. Now once I obtain The Saint God Dragon of Osiris and the rest of the Centennial Items, I will rule all." He held the two cards up and began to walk towards the entrance of the stadium but came to an abrupt stop when he saw someone coming from the opposite direction. It was Vaughn.
"Milell!" He yelled. "What have you done with Tragic!?"
"We had a duel that's all. And he unfortunately lost." Milell said. "And he put it all on the line. His soul now walks the Shadow Realm. And his Egyptian God Cards are now mine."
"Milell, you sick freak!" Vaughn said.
"Hey its not my fault. He's the one that challenged me." Milell said. "Guards!"
Two guards came up and grabbed Vaughn by the arms. "Hey! We aren't finished here!"
"Guards escort Mr. Vaughn out of the stadium." Milell said. "If I can recall, the finals don't start until the day after tomorrow."
"Yes sir." One of them said as they drug Vaughn out of the stadium.
"See you at the finals Richard!" Milell yelled out before the Guards exited with Vaughn.
Flashback:
I grew up in an orphanage in a small town called Milford. It was a quiet little town, which was only populated about a hundred people. Around that time neither my brothers nor me had names. We just never bothered to pick any out. Yeah sure the nuns would name us. And we answered to those names when they needed us. But we never actually used those names.
When I was fifteen, my brothers and I were adopted by a nice couple that lived in the city. However I wasn't really enthused by this movement, my brothers wanted to go but not without me. So, I went with them. The couple didn't name us, they decided to let us pick out our names. We remained undecided.
Finally, we were eighteen. We moved out into the world. We got a job from this guy that owned a storage warehouse. It was actually good money. We all gave a bit of time helping out the orphanage we grew up in. It was fulfilling work actually. Then we got into Duel Monsters.
We all joined tournaments from time to time getting stronger. Sometimes we'd all duel each other. It was clear that Vengeance was the best of all of us. We all got better and scored places in the Regional, National, and even Continental Championships. We were four of the best duelists in the world. And that's when we met him. Chall Farrious, the soul proprietor of Maximillion Pegasus' estate. Obviously he owned Illusion Industries.
He was a nice guy at first. He always carried a few gems with him. A ruby, a sapphire, an emerald, and a topaz were in his pocket at all times. Once we were his guests of honor at the World Championships. We actually became good friends. He would come and watch us duel in the Tournaments from time to time. Then we all joined a tournament together and it ended up between him and me. I remember the merciless Burner Deck he used. I lost pretty badly. He was a ruthless duelist yet a good friend. Then about ten years ago he had found a sword.
I'll admit it was a nice sword. He became fascinated with the sword. He wanted to know where it came from, who created it and any other possible question you could ask about it. He learned that it was an ancient Egyptian artifact. Not only that but there was a story behind it and six more items that were linked to the sword. He wanted to find the other Items so he could find out more about them. After that we never saw much of him.
A few months past and we were all watching the news. And there was this segment about a few deaths. They said that the notorious Milell Sennen was on the loose again. We were visiting our adoptive parents at the time. We never thought much about the broadcast. We just saw it as some serial killer trying to relive his glory days.
We got into bed at about midnight. And that's when the single worst moment in my life occurred. Gunfire. We all shot up out of our beds at the sound of it we all ran into the hallway to see our adoptive father on the ground. Dead. Our mother was screaming her head off in the other room, but was quickly silenced by more gunfire. The killer walked into the hallway and we stared him down. Our rage was immeasurable, it was so great we couldn't move. But not Vengeance, he did what we all couldn't and charged the figure.
The figure just gave a little chuckle, raise his gun and shot Vengeance in the leg. We all went to check if he was ok. Of course he wasn't. I looked up at the figure and caught a glimpse of his eyes. I stared at him as he walked down the staircase of our house, we heard the front door shut and we all broke down. Or rage kept us in the angered state for days. We had taken out our rage by taking our dead parents out of the house and torching the house. We waited for the police to arrive, which they did. We gave them the full story from start to finish as the loaded Vengeance in the ambulance. We weren't charged as suspects, we didn't have to testify at any trial. The case to this day remains unsolved.
The week after we got a call, it was Chall. He wanted to know how we were holding up and stuff like that. Then he asked us for a favor. "Find the mystical Centennial Items," he said. At the time we were willing to do anything to take our minds off that night. And that's when we named ourselves. Tragic, Vengeance, Terror, and Silence. So we set out to find them. Month after month, February to August we sought them out. Eventually we had found four out of the six he had told us to find.
Toward the end of August we received a visit, from the most unlikely of people. He introduced himself as Milell Sennen. He wore a hooded robe that hid his face and a sheathed sword was hanging from his belt. He demanded the Centennial Items from us. We refused. He asked again. We refused again, this time telling him that we were holding them for our friend. He then told us that our friend was dead. We didn't believe him. Then he unsheathed his sword. That's when we noticed it was the Centennial Sword, and then he pulled a lock of hair from his pocket. It was red like our mothers. Not only was it red like our mothers, it was our mothers.
Vengeance became infuriated. He knew we were standing if front of the very person that killed our parents. It was that day in the warehouse that we met him for the first time. He was about as tall as me a golden mark rapidly flashed on his forehead shining light on his face. That's when we noticed. It was Chall. He demanded the Centennial Items once again. Vengeance was breathing heavily, his shaking hand holding his gunshot scar. He slammed his hand on the table he was sitting as and stood up. He stared at Milell, or Chall. Right now we were trying to figure this out.
He demanded the Centennial Items again. Vengeance had had enough of seeing him. He charged Sennen only to fail. He tried to sock Milell in the face but Sennen had stabbed Vengeance through the heart before he could connect. He pulled his sword from Vengeance who quickly fell to the floor. Another of us charged him this time is was Silence. An upward slash sent Silence into the wall. He was unconscious. Finally Terror and I charged him. I ran behind Milell while Terror stayed in front. I went to nail him from behind but was stopped in my tracks when he shot a huge dark ball from his sword. It hit Terror and he disappeared along with the ball. Sennen caught my refection in his sword. He turned around and delivered the slash that is the basis for the scar on my face.
Then the doors flung open and some strange light flashed. When the light went down I looked over to the table and the four Centennial Items that we had collected were gone. Sennen was enraged and walked out the door as I passed out.
A few hours later I awoke with a fury. I felt strange as if I underwent some sort of transformation. I had. I was taller, my voice was more cryptic, and I had pitch black eyes. I reached up to feel the scar on my face, I wasn't nor had I ever bled from it. I looked over to Vengeance. He was dead and lying in a pool of his own blood. I looked over to where Silence was. But he was gone. I took Vengeance and buried him in the nearby woods. He was right. Chall was dead. That monster was not the friend I knew.
Over the years I've accomplished a lot. I've won six Continental Championships and have placed second in four World Championships. Winning all these tournaments brought me closer and closer to Sennen. Until one day I found him. He was in a hallway staring me down. He was accompanied by a person in the same black robe Sennen was wearing on the night he slaughtered my brothers. I walked closer to him got within striking range, but I couldn't hit him. I wanted to hit him with every ounce of my rage but I couldn't. It was like someone was holding me back. He stepped aside and walked away. The person who was accompanying him stopped at my side then continued walking.
End Flashback.
"And that's when I learned you had Silence." Tragic said. "Why couldn't I hit you that day Milell?"
"Why? I'll tell you why." Milell answered. "Because of that scar. When I slashed you with the Centennial Sword it created a bond between us. It made a barrier. That barrier protects me from being harmed by you and protects you from being harmed by me. I don't know how or why that happened, but it did. Now the only way we can one of us can get rid of the other is in a shadow duel. And look, we are in one right now."
"Just one more question." Tragic said.
"What?" Milell asked.
"I mentioned earlier that I knew what you're planning to do." Tragic said.
"Yes." Milell replied.
"However I hope you know the consequence of opening that door. The person that turns the key must give their life." Tragic said. "So my question is. Are you prepared for that?"
"Of course I am." Milell said. "I had no intention of opening the door personally."
"You didn't?" Tragic asked.
"No." Milell answered. "That's where Silence come in."
"So you were going to use me to get you all the Items and then use my brother as a human sacrifice!?" Tragic yelled.
"Yeah that's about it." Milell said. "Now shall we continue?"
"Fine." Tragic answered.
Milell- 6950 Tragic- 5000
"I play the magic card Nightmare Steel Cage preventing both of us from attacking for two of your turns. Next I will set a monster face down and shift my Vorse Raider to defense position thus ending my turn." Milell said.
"I will summon my second Opticlops (1800/1700) and end my turn." Tragic said as the massive cyclops came out from the card.
"More power displayed by you." Milell said as he drew and looked at his card. "But it will not last long."
Area 1: The Forest Area
"Where almost there Shadi." Vaughn said while running through the woods.
"Good we only have to get across this area and then were at Millennium Mountain. We just need to figure out how we're going to get to the top." Shadi replied.
"Yeah. Hey can you sense if Tragic is winning or not?" Vaughn asked.
"Let me try." Shadi said as he tried to find them. "I can't. They are dueling in the Shadow Realm."
"And that is filed under the category of not good right?" Vaughn asked.
"Yes." Shadi answered. "We must get there before Tragic is defeated."
"Well we're coming up on the mountain, cause we're out of the forest area." Vaughn said.
Back At the Top:
"All I will do is draw." Milell said.
"I will do the same." Tragic said as the Cages shattered.
Milell drew his card. "Ha, Misplacement of Soul." He thought. "My plan has come together. He may have summoned Obelisk, but he won't get the chance to use it once I destroy it."
"Are you going to move or just draw again?" Tragic asked.
"Oh I'm going to move." Milell began. "Now observe as I play this card. Tribute to the Doomed."
"No!" Tragic yelled.
"Yes!" Milell yelled back. "And at the cost of discarding a card from my hand I get to destroy one monster on the field, and I choose your Egyptian God Card. Say goodbye to Obelisk the Tormentor."
Tragic looked on as Obelisk exploded in front of him. "Damn. I never even got to attack with him."
"And now lets welcome back Obelisk the Tormentor." Milell said.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tragic asked.
"I activate Monster Reborn." Milell said. "Come on back Obelisk! Now I shall play this magic card, Misplacement of Soul."
"What does that do?" Tragic asked.
"For the outrageous price of lowering my life points to 1, I can deal 3000 points of direct damage to you!"
Milell- 0001 Tragic- 2000
Tragic faded a lot more, but he was nothing compared to Milell. Milell looked as if he was a mere ghost. "Your insane I can still destroy Obelisk myself and you lowered your life points to a messily 1."
"Believe me Tragic. I'm not worrying about life points. Now I switch my Vorse Raider into attack position. And to end my turn I will set this M/T card face down."
"You've left yourself wide open. I can still win even if I don't have Obelisk!" Tragic yelled.
"If you're so sure then why don't you attack me?" Milell asked.
"Fine then I will." Tragic yelled. "I tribute Opticlops for Summoned Skull (2500/1200). Now Summoned Skull, attack his Vorse Raider with thunderbolt attack!"
"You have played into my hand Tragic." Milell said.
"What are you talking about?" Tragic asked.
"Activate trap card." Milell answered. "Last Turn!"
"What does that do?" Tragic said with a concerned look on his face.
"Last Turn can only be activated when my life points are below 1000." Milell began. "I select one monster on the field and destroy all the others. I will choose Obelisk."
"Is that it?" Tragic asked.
"No." Milell answered. "Now we both discard our hands."
"Ok now what?" Tragic said as he discarded his hand.
"Now you special summon one monster from your deck in face up attack position." Milell said. "Then you must attack Obelisk with that monster. The duelist whose monster is still on field at the end phase of this turn is the winner!"
A cold chill flooded Tragic's body. His eye went wide open. He knew that the strongest monster in his deck was a Summoned Skull. He couldn't win. Milell was waiting for him to summon Obelisk so he could destroy it and revive it onto his side of the field. He would then play that Misplacement of Soul and lower his life points to 1 so he could activate Last Turn.
"I special summon Summoned Skull." Tragic said as he lowered his head. "Milell, you're the best. You beat me."
"Well I know that." Milell said.
"But I'm warning you Milell Sennen, you haven't seen the last of Tragic!" Tragic yelled. "Summoned Skull attack Obelisk the Tormentor!"
"We'll see Tragic. We'll see." Milell said. "Obelisk counter Summoned Skull's attack with Fist of Fate!"
The massive blue solider slammed its fist through the Summoned Skull's attack and smashed the living skeleton to broken bits and pieces. Tragic gave Milell an angered stare as he faded away into the oblivion of the Shadow Realm. When no trace of Tragic was seen his duel disk fell to the ground. The fog of the Shadow Realm faded as well.
When the fog was all gone Milell walked over to Tragic's duel disk and picked it up. "At last I finally have them back. Obelisk the Tormentor and the Winged Dragon of Ra. Now once I obtain The Saint God Dragon of Osiris and the rest of the Centennial Items, I will rule all." He held the two cards up and began to walk towards the entrance of the stadium but came to an abrupt stop when he saw someone coming from the opposite direction. It was Vaughn.
"Milell!" He yelled. "What have you done with Tragic!?"
"We had a duel that's all. And he unfortunately lost." Milell said. "And he put it all on the line. His soul now walks the Shadow Realm. And his Egyptian God Cards are now mine."
"Milell, you sick freak!" Vaughn said.
"Hey its not my fault. He's the one that challenged me." Milell said. "Guards!"
Two guards came up and grabbed Vaughn by the arms. "Hey! We aren't finished here!"
"Guards escort Mr. Vaughn out of the stadium." Milell said. "If I can recall, the finals don't start until the day after tomorrow."
"Yes sir." One of them said as they drug Vaughn out of the stadium.
"See you at the finals Richard!" Milell yelled out before the Guards exited with Vaughn.