Queen of Random: Hey, all! It's time to add the next chapter for 'Marik and
Eve'. If anyone can actually think of a better title than that, let me
know, because that one is kinda unoriginal. I was originally going for 'The
Fight for Evil Slave Girl', but. . . no. So I stuck with 'Marik and Eve'.
By the way, this story is actually finished, and I'm just slack in putting up the chapters. I'm actually doing two things at a time: finish the fic I have put another chapter up in (it's called 'Beauty and the Beast', and it's an X-Men: Evolution story. It's about Hank McCoy, a.k.a. the Beast), and I've just started the sequel to this story, so if you feel this story is kinda unresolved, then wait a little while, and the sequel will show up. Eventually.
Chapter Three: The Faithful Servant
She is coming, thought Marik. She is coming back to me. My faithful servant.
Marik lay in his bed in his underground chamber. The sun had set long ago, but he could not sleep. Eve, one of his most loyal and faithful servants was returning to him. And, hopefully, she was bringing him more information about Yugi Motou, the boy who possessed the Millennium Puzzle.
But when he did manage to go to sleep, he dreamed of her.
[Eve opened her eyes, to see nothing but darkness. "Hello? Is there someone there?" And then something flashed before her. A memory of Namu, the guy she had thought was so nice, raising a gold object towards her, and then everything going dark.
"No, not Namu," she whispered to herself. "Marik."
"That is correct," said a voice.
"Hello? Please, help me?!" called Eve desperately.
The soft glow of a candle lit up the room, but the corners had not completely been dispelled of darkness. The flickering light lit up the face of a man, and Eve cringed.
"Stay away!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me!"
The man's eyes were sad when Eve shrank back. His head was almost completely shaved of hair, except for one lock. A part of Eve recognised this as being an ancient style of the Egyptians. But the thing that had frightened her was the tattoo that covered part of one side of his face, including the eye.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"My name is Odion. I serve Marik."
"What do you mean?"
"I serve Marik," repeated Odion. "And so will you."
Eve was silent for a moment. Then she summoned the courage to ask, "Why am I here? And where is here?"
"Marik has chosen you, although I do not know why. All I know is that he ordered me to bring you to him, if you were awake." Odion's voice was sympathetic. "Come with me," he said, turning back to the doorway.
Somehow Eve managed to get up, and in the back of her mind she realized that she had been lying on a bed. Then she followed Odion out of the room, and into a chamber bathed with light.]
Eve sighed as the plane lifted off the ground. The sooner the plane started on its flight, the sooner she would be at his side. At Marik's side.
"So slow, so slow," she whispered to herself, quiet enough so that the man sitting next to her did not hear her. "I'm coming, master," she whispered. She did not say anything else, because her thoughts returned to the time when she had first learned of Marik's true nature and his goals.
[The first thing Eve saw when she entered the chamber was Marik. He was no longer dressed in the normal clothes she had seen him in, but was instead wearing a long purple robe with a golden eye on it. The Millennium Symbol, she remembered.
"I am sorry," whispered Odion. Then he left the chamber. Eve was alone with Marik.
"Come!" ordered Marik. Slowly Eve moved forwards. "Closer!"
Eve found herself right in front of Marik. She somehow found the courage to say, "You have kidnapped me. What do you want with me? If it's money, then- "
"Silence! I do not want your money."
"Then what do you want?"
Marik looked at Eve. She was drawn in by his violet eyes. She had never seen eyes quite like that. It took her a few seconds to realise where she was. "I want you," said Marik.
He rose from his throne-like chair, and walked to Eve. He circled her several times, and Eve couldn't keep herself from feeling as though she was being inspected.
"Me?" asked Eve through teeth clenched tight to prevent them from chattering. "What could I do for you?"
"Plenty," answered Marik, smiling. He stopped walking around her, and stood right in front of Eve. He raised the Millennium Rod again, and Eve's eyes were drawn to the sparkling sceptre.
*
The few days passed by very quickly for Eve, but by then, Eve was no longer the same person she had been at the beginning of her holiday. Everything about her was different; her green eyes now held a quality that was just like Marik's; her long red curls no longer hung free around her face, but was held back with a gold ring - a gift from Marik, which she treasured. Her clothes, too, had changed, from shorts and a T-shirt, to a long white dress, just like those worn by the Ancient Egyptians, but with one difference. She wore a long purple cloak with a gold eye on it. But she was no Rare Hunter. Eve had very little knowledge of the game of Duel Monsters. Marik had chosen her for a very different purpose.
"What do you know of the boy named Yugi Motou?" asked Marik one day.
Eve looked up at Marik, from her position curled up at his feet. She would sit there for hours, just in front of Marik's throne. "Why, master?"
"What do you know about him?!"
Eve looked down. She had done wrong to anger Marik, and that was what she had been trying to avoid. "He is a student at my school."
"Does he have any weaknesses?"
"His friends, master. If you were to threaten them, he would be very easy to bend to your will. Why do you want to know, master? Does he have a rare card that you want?"
"Not a card. He has something else that I desire."]
By the way, this story is actually finished, and I'm just slack in putting up the chapters. I'm actually doing two things at a time: finish the fic I have put another chapter up in (it's called 'Beauty and the Beast', and it's an X-Men: Evolution story. It's about Hank McCoy, a.k.a. the Beast), and I've just started the sequel to this story, so if you feel this story is kinda unresolved, then wait a little while, and the sequel will show up. Eventually.
Chapter Three: The Faithful Servant
She is coming, thought Marik. She is coming back to me. My faithful servant.
Marik lay in his bed in his underground chamber. The sun had set long ago, but he could not sleep. Eve, one of his most loyal and faithful servants was returning to him. And, hopefully, she was bringing him more information about Yugi Motou, the boy who possessed the Millennium Puzzle.
But when he did manage to go to sleep, he dreamed of her.
[Eve opened her eyes, to see nothing but darkness. "Hello? Is there someone there?" And then something flashed before her. A memory of Namu, the guy she had thought was so nice, raising a gold object towards her, and then everything going dark.
"No, not Namu," she whispered to herself. "Marik."
"That is correct," said a voice.
"Hello? Please, help me?!" called Eve desperately.
The soft glow of a candle lit up the room, but the corners had not completely been dispelled of darkness. The flickering light lit up the face of a man, and Eve cringed.
"Stay away!" she pleaded. "Don't hurt me!"
The man's eyes were sad when Eve shrank back. His head was almost completely shaved of hair, except for one lock. A part of Eve recognised this as being an ancient style of the Egyptians. But the thing that had frightened her was the tattoo that covered part of one side of his face, including the eye.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"My name is Odion. I serve Marik."
"What do you mean?"
"I serve Marik," repeated Odion. "And so will you."
Eve was silent for a moment. Then she summoned the courage to ask, "Why am I here? And where is here?"
"Marik has chosen you, although I do not know why. All I know is that he ordered me to bring you to him, if you were awake." Odion's voice was sympathetic. "Come with me," he said, turning back to the doorway.
Somehow Eve managed to get up, and in the back of her mind she realized that she had been lying on a bed. Then she followed Odion out of the room, and into a chamber bathed with light.]
Eve sighed as the plane lifted off the ground. The sooner the plane started on its flight, the sooner she would be at his side. At Marik's side.
"So slow, so slow," she whispered to herself, quiet enough so that the man sitting next to her did not hear her. "I'm coming, master," she whispered. She did not say anything else, because her thoughts returned to the time when she had first learned of Marik's true nature and his goals.
[The first thing Eve saw when she entered the chamber was Marik. He was no longer dressed in the normal clothes she had seen him in, but was instead wearing a long purple robe with a golden eye on it. The Millennium Symbol, she remembered.
"I am sorry," whispered Odion. Then he left the chamber. Eve was alone with Marik.
"Come!" ordered Marik. Slowly Eve moved forwards. "Closer!"
Eve found herself right in front of Marik. She somehow found the courage to say, "You have kidnapped me. What do you want with me? If it's money, then- "
"Silence! I do not want your money."
"Then what do you want?"
Marik looked at Eve. She was drawn in by his violet eyes. She had never seen eyes quite like that. It took her a few seconds to realise where she was. "I want you," said Marik.
He rose from his throne-like chair, and walked to Eve. He circled her several times, and Eve couldn't keep herself from feeling as though she was being inspected.
"Me?" asked Eve through teeth clenched tight to prevent them from chattering. "What could I do for you?"
"Plenty," answered Marik, smiling. He stopped walking around her, and stood right in front of Eve. He raised the Millennium Rod again, and Eve's eyes were drawn to the sparkling sceptre.
*
The few days passed by very quickly for Eve, but by then, Eve was no longer the same person she had been at the beginning of her holiday. Everything about her was different; her green eyes now held a quality that was just like Marik's; her long red curls no longer hung free around her face, but was held back with a gold ring - a gift from Marik, which she treasured. Her clothes, too, had changed, from shorts and a T-shirt, to a long white dress, just like those worn by the Ancient Egyptians, but with one difference. She wore a long purple cloak with a gold eye on it. But she was no Rare Hunter. Eve had very little knowledge of the game of Duel Monsters. Marik had chosen her for a very different purpose.
"What do you know of the boy named Yugi Motou?" asked Marik one day.
Eve looked up at Marik, from her position curled up at his feet. She would sit there for hours, just in front of Marik's throne. "Why, master?"
"What do you know about him?!"
Eve looked down. She had done wrong to anger Marik, and that was what she had been trying to avoid. "He is a student at my school."
"Does he have any weaknesses?"
"His friends, master. If you were to threaten them, he would be very easy to bend to your will. Why do you want to know, master? Does he have a rare card that you want?"
"Not a card. He has something else that I desire."]