A rainbow of colors filled Malik's mind as he floated mid-air in
nothingness. Seeing a small light, he instinctively moved towards it.
Somewhere in his head a voice was screaming 'Stay away from the light!' But
he ignoring it and kept going. As he reached the light he felt his eyes
open. He was staring at a clear blue sky, empty of clouds. 'I thought there
were clouds,' / the voice in his head said again. Noticing he was laying
down, he stood up. Before him was a pool and the pool deck looked like a
bomb had gone of in to water. In the pool Malik noticed a large tumbleweed,
slowly sinking to the bottom.
"Ah, Yami. You're awake." He heard a voice behind him say. He swung around and was about to say he wasn't Yami, but then he noticed he was wearing tight leather pants that squeaked as he moved. The voice came from an old man.
"Since everyone else seems to have disappeared, you will have to help me with the chores." Malik's head spun. What was going on? Where was he? And what were these chore things the old man talked about? Things were really getting weird. Then it hit him. Tight leather pants, the funny old man and the cloudless sky. He was in Yami's body. Things must have been too overwhelming for him, because that last thought caused him to faint. Again.
~Back in Egypt~
Yami woke up to the feeling of blood rushing to his head. Trying to ignore the feeling he tried to move his right hand to his head to feel how bad the bump was. Besides, he simply couldn't have a discolored spot on his forehead if he was to try and impress the ladies. Somehow his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't see how, the darkness of being unconscious was still clinging to the air. He tried desperately to get his hands somewhere they could be of use, in other words, out from behind his back. Minutes went by and Yami still fiddled with the rope. He heard shouting coming from all around him. Suddenly a bright light hit Yami's eyes.
"What the hell!" he screamed, closing his eyes. The voice was not his own. Three figures blocked the source of the light. A woman's voice came from among them.
"Malik! Watch your language! For what you did last night the least you could do is be polite!" Yami reopened his eyes. 'What? Malik? Why is she calling me Malik?' he wondered. There in front of him stood Isis, Rishid and some really, really tall, not to mention thick, guy wearing a dress and a sash. That guy had a knife. A 12 inch knife. Yami froze in fear. 'Where am I? Why is Isis here? Is that guy going to kill me? And why is that guy wearing a dress?!' Thoughts chased each other around and in and out of Yami's head.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You heard the confession from the other guy. Now cut him down!" Isis commanded. Yami's eyes were glued to the knife as the man got closer. When he reached Yami, the knife went up to his feet. Yami could here the sound of the rope being cut. Then.
SNAP! THUD!
Yami hit the ground. Face first. And on the side he got a mouth full of sand. Spitting out what he could, he looked around. He didn't see much, for as soon as he was down, Isis took him by the ear and dragged him to his feet and out of the darkness. Outside he saw that he had been kept in a low hut just outside a small village. On the far side he could see a collapsed building. Nothing was left standing. Yami had a feeling that that was why they were keeping him in a hut tied upside down.
"Now be sure to keep him under a close watch. A devil like him shouldn't be allowed to walk freely here," the man in the dress said. Isis tugged harder at his ear, if it was possible, and replied,
"Don't worry. Malik will be just a little angel from now on," she said sweetly. She gave his ear another tug and dragged him off.
"You are going to be in so much trouble when we get home. You'll be sorry you let Marik put that idea in your head. I mean, what good can come from burning a house down? What joy you see in that I'll never know." She hissed to him as the village disappeared behind them.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" was all Yami could say.
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Dias: *insane cackle* I love my life!
"Ah, Yami. You're awake." He heard a voice behind him say. He swung around and was about to say he wasn't Yami, but then he noticed he was wearing tight leather pants that squeaked as he moved. The voice came from an old man.
"Since everyone else seems to have disappeared, you will have to help me with the chores." Malik's head spun. What was going on? Where was he? And what were these chore things the old man talked about? Things were really getting weird. Then it hit him. Tight leather pants, the funny old man and the cloudless sky. He was in Yami's body. Things must have been too overwhelming for him, because that last thought caused him to faint. Again.
~Back in Egypt~
Yami woke up to the feeling of blood rushing to his head. Trying to ignore the feeling he tried to move his right hand to his head to feel how bad the bump was. Besides, he simply couldn't have a discolored spot on his forehead if he was to try and impress the ladies. Somehow his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't see how, the darkness of being unconscious was still clinging to the air. He tried desperately to get his hands somewhere they could be of use, in other words, out from behind his back. Minutes went by and Yami still fiddled with the rope. He heard shouting coming from all around him. Suddenly a bright light hit Yami's eyes.
"What the hell!" he screamed, closing his eyes. The voice was not his own. Three figures blocked the source of the light. A woman's voice came from among them.
"Malik! Watch your language! For what you did last night the least you could do is be polite!" Yami reopened his eyes. 'What? Malik? Why is she calling me Malik?' he wondered. There in front of him stood Isis, Rishid and some really, really tall, not to mention thick, guy wearing a dress and a sash. That guy had a knife. A 12 inch knife. Yami froze in fear. 'Where am I? Why is Isis here? Is that guy going to kill me? And why is that guy wearing a dress?!' Thoughts chased each other around and in and out of Yami's head.
"Well, what are you waiting for? You heard the confession from the other guy. Now cut him down!" Isis commanded. Yami's eyes were glued to the knife as the man got closer. When he reached Yami, the knife went up to his feet. Yami could here the sound of the rope being cut. Then.
SNAP! THUD!
Yami hit the ground. Face first. And on the side he got a mouth full of sand. Spitting out what he could, he looked around. He didn't see much, for as soon as he was down, Isis took him by the ear and dragged him to his feet and out of the darkness. Outside he saw that he had been kept in a low hut just outside a small village. On the far side he could see a collapsed building. Nothing was left standing. Yami had a feeling that that was why they were keeping him in a hut tied upside down.
"Now be sure to keep him under a close watch. A devil like him shouldn't be allowed to walk freely here," the man in the dress said. Isis tugged harder at his ear, if it was possible, and replied,
"Don't worry. Malik will be just a little angel from now on," she said sweetly. She gave his ear another tug and dragged him off.
"You are going to be in so much trouble when we get home. You'll be sorry you let Marik put that idea in your head. I mean, what good can come from burning a house down? What joy you see in that I'll never know." She hissed to him as the village disappeared behind them.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" was all Yami could say.
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Dias: *insane cackle* I love my life!