CHAPTER FIVE
The van rounded the corner with deliberate slowness. It didn't seem like it should be anything out of the ordinary. The finish was a normal glossy black and there were no satellite dishes protruding from the sides. The thing that was out of place about it was the fact that all the windows were tinted the darkest black, including the windshield.
In the back seat, Bakura sat with his knees drawn to his chest. He stared at the seat in front of him as though the fabric was the most entertaining thing he had ever seen. On each side of him sat one of The Master's goons and in the front seats were three of the doctors. One of the doctors turned around and Bakura flinched under his gaze.
"Oh come now Tomb Raider," The doctor scowled. "Am I really that scary? I only want to know if you can sense the Pharaoh yet? He is very important to us and we must make sure that you don't neglect to tell us of any readings you feel."
Bakura still refused to raise his eyes. Part of him, a deep down part, wanted him to just break down and cry. It beat on the walls that he had built up around it, screaming to just give in. But he hadn't cried in years and he wasn't going to start blubbering again. He had seen Yami cry on a few occasions, and it just wasn't something he wanted anyone else to see him doing. So instead, he gritted his jaw and muttered a 'no.'
"Oh," The doctor shrugged and reached under his seat to pull out the small automatic pistol. "That's too bad. He better not try to stop us. I'd hate to see if these new bullets really do pack the punch they are said to."
This time, Bakura couldn't help him reaction. His eyes went wide and he tried to jerk forward in the seat. But one of the goons stretched out an arm a pinned him against the seat. Bakura struggled and finally resorted to yelling.
"You can't shot him!" He screamed, trying to kick out but only succeeded in thumping his foot against the back of the doctor's seat. "If he's so important to you why would you want him dead? I won't help you assholes if you're going to fucking kill him!"
"Shut up!" The doctor barked. "I'll do whatever I want. And besides, this bullet won't kill him. It's not designed to do that."
Bakura calmed down a bit and the goon gently removed his restraining arm.
"W-what's it do then?" He asked the doctor a bit timidly.
The doctor smiled and gave the gun a loving stroke before putting it away. Bakura realized, with a jolt of horror, that the doctor wasn't going to tell him what it did. He growled and tried to lunge forward, but the goon was quicker. With a large arm he knocked Bakura back against the seat. His head snapped back, connecting with the window. Stars burst in his vision and were quickly followed by the darkness. Bakura only had time to send out one mental message.
'Yami, please keep hiding…'And in a real bed, a few blocks away, the Pharaoh stirred slightly.
Moons: I know, short. But it was meant to be. Please read and let me know what you think and I'll make the next chapter longer…I promise!!!