Notes: Here's the new installment. Be warned, it's dark! **cuddles poor dear Marik**
~*Marik*~
It has been several days now since the incident with Rishid's birth mother. I don't know what to think of it all. . . . Lately Rishid has seemed so . . . distant. I have tried to ask him if he's alright, but he always simply says he is.
"Are you struggling with whether Halima told the truth or not?" I say softly, coming over and sitting by him.
Rishid looks at me and sighs, seeming to realize that he cannot keep anything from his younger brother. "It is so very much to think about," he replies. "And what if she is lying? Then I gave her far too much leniency."
"You said you felt she was telling the truth," I remind him.
"I could have been wrong," Rishid answers.
I am not certain what to say, so we sit in silence for a while.
"But if she was lying, how do I explain the telephone call?" Rishid says after a moment, narrowing his eyes.
I have never seen Rishid seem so confused and frustrated. Usually he is the one trying to help me when I am feeling that way. I know Rishid has a perfect right to be so upset right now. . . . Either we truly do have an enemy in Halima's husband, or in her.
Or both, even. What if they're actually working on this together?
Rishid sighs. "I wish she had never shown up," he says bitterly.
I lay my hand on his shoulder. "Whatever happens, it will be alright."
"I want to believe that." Rishid looks up at me, his golden eyes tortured. "But I know that it simply isn't always alright. That is the way life is."
Rishid has also been a lot moodier lately. Of course I know he speaks the truth in this case.
Abruptly a strange feeling takes hold of my heart and gives it a harsh squeeze. The color drains from my face as harsh realization sweeps over me. "Ishizu," I whisper. "Something has happened to Ishizu!!"
Rishid turns to look at me in concern. "What has?!" he demands, not questioning my premonition. As siblings, we all are so close that we usually do sense when something is wrong with one of the others.
I place my hands up to my temples, massaging them. "I . . . I don't know," I admit worriedly. "But I heard her scream in my mind!"
Immediately Rishid gets up and hastens to the front door. "Then come," he says gravely. "We must find her."
****
We knew Ishizu had gone to the museum, so that's where we go now to look for her.
"It seems to be deserted," Rishid says angrily.
"But appearances can be deceiving," I reply. "Ishizu could be anywhere!" I can only pray that she's still here and not hurt in any way.
Soon Rishid and I have become separated in the building's many corridors. I start examining every room I come to, hoping for some clue or idea as to where our dear sister is. I don't dare ignore the closets or the large chests and trunks. Some people are so wicked, there is no telling what they would do! What if they even tried to. . . . No! It's too horrible to think about!
A creaking sound comes to my attention and I look around for its source. "Where are you?" I demand. "Who are you?!" Bracing myself for an attack, I clutch the Rod and hold it tightly.
Slowly a sarcophagus directly across from me begins to open. Instead of a mummy, what emerges is a grotesque zombie. It looks female, but I can't bring myself to call it anything but "it."
"Where did you come from?!" I yell, backing up. "Ishizu would never allow something like you in her museum!!"
It doesn't answer and moves closer, reaching out a decayed hand to stroke my cheek.
Repulsed, I snatch its wrist and twist it. "Get your filthy hands away from me!!" I cry. Raising the Rod, I will it to nearly its highest power and blast. The zombie screams, breaking into pieces . . . and then reforming. It comes at me again, stronger than before, and drags me to the floor. Methodically it caresses my cheek. I can't help but scream myself.
"Leave me alone!!" I push against its shoulders, trying to force it away.
It leans down and I feel its hot breath on my face. I know what it's going to do. Terror starts to come over me as I continue to struggle in vain. I can't let it do this! I have to get free!!
I cry out again in disgust as its lips touch my bare shoulder and then I get a burst of strength. Somehow I manage to throw it back against the wall and stand over it, raising the Rod again. I know it didn't work last time, but I have to try again. I am praying desperately that I can defeat it.
This time the blast does seem to work. The zombie shrieks, vanishing into nothing.
The Rod drops from my grasp and I fall to the floor as well, shaking. That . . . that abomination! That horrible creature!! I can't imagine how it got in.
I curl up in a ball, unable to get my heart to slow down. I swear, that was the most terrifying experience of my life. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Never!! I felt so defenseless . . . so helpless . . . so vulnerable. . . . I can't bring myself to stand up . . . not yet. . . . All I can think of is that there may be more of them, just waiting around a corner to ambush me . . . to pull me to the floor and . . .
I close my eyes, trying so hard to block the images from my mind.
~Rishid~
I come as soon as I hear Marik scream, but by the time I arrive, whatever was tormenting him has gone. But Marik . . . something is very wrong with my brother. He has curled up tightly against the wall and his poor body is literally shaking.
"Brother, what is wrong?!" I cry, trying to lift his shuddering form into my arms. He fights against me for a brief minute—apparently not realizing who I am at first—but then he throws his arms around me as he buries himself into my cloak.
"Rishid, it . . . it was horrible!" he gasps, still shaking all over. "It attacked me. . . ."
"What attacked you?" I ask gently. Could my birth father actually be coming after us now and have sent something to torture my siblings first?! It is a possibility I have not been able to get out of my mind. Ever since that telephone call and my birth mother's visit, I have been so worried that something terrible would happen to my precious siblings. And now it seems that it has!
"I don't know!" Marik wails. Obviously he has been through something terribly traumatic. He never behaves like this!
"Did it . . . hurt you?" I can't imagine what would be so alarming that it would case him to get like this.
Marik doesn't appear able to answer. He starts to sob, clutching at my robe. I can't bear to see him like this!
"Please, brother! I need to know," I say softly.
Again he is silent, unable to speak at first. Then at last he does, saying something so horrible I don't want to even think about it.
"It tried to violate me, Rishid!" Marik screams. "It . . . it tried to violate me!!"
I am too stunned to even speak. Someone—or some*thing*—tried to commit such treachery?! It is no wonder that my poor brother seems broken. Nothing remotely like this has ever happened to him before. I hold him close to my heart, hoping to offer comfort and protection.
"Rishid . . ." Marik looks up at me with sad lavender eyes and I just can't bear it. "It tried to harm me in the most vile way imaginable!!"
"I know," I whisper, "and they will pay dearly for it." There is nothing I would like better than to tear apart the demon that has reduced Marik to tears in this way, but I must try to stay calm for my brother's sake. Thank goodness, I reflect, that he only said they "tried." They did not succeed.
Now poor Marik is practically hyperventilating. He burrows further into my cloak, trying to hide. I know he hasn't forgotten that Ishizu is in danger, but right now he is too petrified to even move. And really . . . how can anyone blame him?! This poor, dear brother of mine has seen so very much in his sixteen years, but never once has anyone tried to steal that which is most precious from him.
"It will be alright, my brother," I say softly. "You are safe. Nothing more will harm you today. I swear it!"
Marik shudders. "We have to find Ishizu, Rishid," he whispers. "What if some monstrosity has gone after her now as well?!"
"We will find her," I assure him, knowing that it is of the utmost urgency that we do. I know, however, that Marik does not feel calm enough to get up and walk, so I decide to carry him for now. Ordinarily he would protest and say he could move about just fine, but now he is so emotionally distraught that he lets me hold him.
On our way down the hall I notice the dropped Millennium Rod and pick it up. Marik would not want it to fall into the wrong hands. Carefully I place it in my belt to give back to him later.
~Ishizu~
Slowly I begin to regain my senses again. The first one I get back is that of feeling. I am on a hard surface, laying on my side. I do not remember what happened before this. But I am cold, very cold. Someone has removed my cape.
I do not realize that I have moved, but apparently I have, for now a distasteful laugh meets my ears.
"Ah, you are awake, my dear!"
I try to open my eyes but find I cannot. Though fear starts to rise within me, I resolve not to let it show. I can only pray that Rishid and Marik are safe, wherever they may be. "What is it you want?" I ask, trying my voice and finding it slightly rasping.
"Surely you can figure it out. An intelligent woman like yourself."
My eyes open now and I find myself looking over at a tall Egyptian man. He leers at me and his golden eyes are full of malice and evil.
"You!!" I cry, realization immediately coming over me. "You are Rishid's birth father!!"
"Rishid?" he says vaguely. "Oh yes . . . Odion. Well . . . let's just say I'm not going to make things easy for him. Don't think I don't know what he's like now. I know he wouldn't agree to unlock the treasures for me. Not unless I . . . make things very difficult. I know he loves you and that Marik more than anyone or anything else. If the both of you are put into . . . compromising situations, I'm certain he will have to give in to my demands."
I narrow my eyes. "What do you intend to do with us?"
"Well . . ." He pauses and then gives me one of his malevolent smiles again. "I'm sure if he finds you locked up in here, starving, it will make him think twice about his decision. Oh, and then there's what I'm having a friend of mine do to Marik. . . ."
The fury rises now and I cannot keep it down. I am strong enough to sit up now and I find that there is a manacle around my ankle so that I cannot escape. I am only concerned about Marik now, however. It is obvious this man does not possess a heart. "What is being done to him??!"
He smirks, moving to the door. "Oh . . . well . . . this friend of mine. . . . I found her on one of my excursions and had her planted in your museum. She likes young boys such as your brother Marik. I think you know what I mean. And she has super strength too. She's not exactly mortal."
I do know exactly what he means. And it is too despicable to think of! "If any harm befalls my dear brother, you will suffer in Hades for it," I whisper vehemently.
He walks back and grabs me under the chin. "I'm not worried about that," he says smoothly before leaving me alone in my prison.
For hours afterward I stay here, struggling to free myself and growing ill with worry over Marik. I know Rishid himself will not be harmed, not as long as this man wants him, but Marik. . . . Oh Marik. . . . I cannot bear the terrible images that come to mind, of him being assaulted and overpowered. . . . He would be so frightened! So terribly frightened! Marik is a brave, strong, courageous boy, but he has never had to deal with such a thing. I know that, even though he knows such things happen, he would be so very terrified if it was happening to him!
Tears come to my eyes as I find that I cannot get free. "Please," I pray softly, "please keep my dear brothers safe! Please do not allow something so abominable to happen to dear Marik! PLEASE!!"
A comforting feeling comes over me now and somehow I know that everything will be alright. Marik is safe—I can sense it. He hasn't been robbed of his virtue.
More tears fill my eyes, but this time they are of gladness.
~Marik~
I'm laying here in Rishid's arms, letting him carry me throughout the rest of the museum. A part of me feels so foolish. I feel as though I should be able to get down and walk. But another part of me is so terrified by what happened. I do not know if I am even capable of standing up yet. All I want to do is curl up tightly to protect myself.
"Blast it, Rishid . . ." I look up at him sadly. "I feel so ridiculous. . . ."
He holds me close. "Do not feel that way," he replies. "You have been through something atrocious. No one with a heart would expect you to behave entirely normal immediately afterward."
I close my eyes. "I was so scared, Rishid," I whisper, confiding in my dear brother. "I could barely fight against it . . . her. . . . It possessed some sort of inhuman strength!" Now I cringe, remembering the horror of feeling its decayed flesh touching my cheek. "I . . . I was certain I wasn't going to be able to get away!!"
Rishid doesn't answer at first. When I look up at him I can see that he's struggling not to cry. Tears are glistening in his eyes. "But you did get away," he says at last, his voice shaking. "Oh my brother. . . ."
I settle down into his arms. Yes, I did get away. But where is Ishizu? Is she safe?!
A ringing sound interrupts my thoughts and I look around for the source of it before realizing it's the telephone. Quickly Rishid presses the speakerphone button and speaks into the microphone. "Yes?"
"Ah, you must be Rishid," a voice dripping with evil answers him. I feel my blood run cold.
"Who are you?!" Rishid demands.
"You may call me 'Father,'" comes the smooth reply.
Rishid clenches his fist, still holding me with one arm. "There is no one whom I consider my father!" he thunders.
I narrow my eyes angrily. "Have you taken Ishizu?!" I scream.
The voice laughs. "Perhaps."
"Where is she?!" Rishid yells.
"You'll find out, all in good time. The sooner you agree to assist me, the sooner you'll see your precious sister again. The longer you take, the less likely you'll find her . . . alive."
I struggle out of Rishid's arms and lean over the microphone. "If you've harmed her, you treacherous snake, I'll . . ."
"Oh, you feel like yelling at me?" comes the response. "After what my little 'friend' was sent out to do, I would think you'd be cowering in some corner, terrified out of your very wits!"
This is the last straw for Rishid. He slams his hand onto the desk, making a loud thumping sound that echoes down the lonely halls. "My brother is courageous and brave!" he yells. "He never cowers at anything!" Rishid narrows his eyes furiously. "If any harm befalls Ishizu such as what you tried to have happen to Marik, I swear I will hunt you down and tear you apart!"
"Such threats, and against your own father." He clucks his tongue. "Well, you shall have to hunt me down to find your precious sister in the first place."
"Where have you taken her?!" I yell.
"Where else? Back to Egypt. Come to Egypt yourselves and you will find the next clue to her whereabouts." With that the line goes dead.
~*Marik*~
It has been several days now since the incident with Rishid's birth mother. I don't know what to think of it all. . . . Lately Rishid has seemed so . . . distant. I have tried to ask him if he's alright, but he always simply says he is.
"Are you struggling with whether Halima told the truth or not?" I say softly, coming over and sitting by him.
Rishid looks at me and sighs, seeming to realize that he cannot keep anything from his younger brother. "It is so very much to think about," he replies. "And what if she is lying? Then I gave her far too much leniency."
"You said you felt she was telling the truth," I remind him.
"I could have been wrong," Rishid answers.
I am not certain what to say, so we sit in silence for a while.
"But if she was lying, how do I explain the telephone call?" Rishid says after a moment, narrowing his eyes.
I have never seen Rishid seem so confused and frustrated. Usually he is the one trying to help me when I am feeling that way. I know Rishid has a perfect right to be so upset right now. . . . Either we truly do have an enemy in Halima's husband, or in her.
Or both, even. What if they're actually working on this together?
Rishid sighs. "I wish she had never shown up," he says bitterly.
I lay my hand on his shoulder. "Whatever happens, it will be alright."
"I want to believe that." Rishid looks up at me, his golden eyes tortured. "But I know that it simply isn't always alright. That is the way life is."
Rishid has also been a lot moodier lately. Of course I know he speaks the truth in this case.
Abruptly a strange feeling takes hold of my heart and gives it a harsh squeeze. The color drains from my face as harsh realization sweeps over me. "Ishizu," I whisper. "Something has happened to Ishizu!!"
Rishid turns to look at me in concern. "What has?!" he demands, not questioning my premonition. As siblings, we all are so close that we usually do sense when something is wrong with one of the others.
I place my hands up to my temples, massaging them. "I . . . I don't know," I admit worriedly. "But I heard her scream in my mind!"
Immediately Rishid gets up and hastens to the front door. "Then come," he says gravely. "We must find her."
****
We knew Ishizu had gone to the museum, so that's where we go now to look for her.
"It seems to be deserted," Rishid says angrily.
"But appearances can be deceiving," I reply. "Ishizu could be anywhere!" I can only pray that she's still here and not hurt in any way.
Soon Rishid and I have become separated in the building's many corridors. I start examining every room I come to, hoping for some clue or idea as to where our dear sister is. I don't dare ignore the closets or the large chests and trunks. Some people are so wicked, there is no telling what they would do! What if they even tried to. . . . No! It's too horrible to think about!
A creaking sound comes to my attention and I look around for its source. "Where are you?" I demand. "Who are you?!" Bracing myself for an attack, I clutch the Rod and hold it tightly.
Slowly a sarcophagus directly across from me begins to open. Instead of a mummy, what emerges is a grotesque zombie. It looks female, but I can't bring myself to call it anything but "it."
"Where did you come from?!" I yell, backing up. "Ishizu would never allow something like you in her museum!!"
It doesn't answer and moves closer, reaching out a decayed hand to stroke my cheek.
Repulsed, I snatch its wrist and twist it. "Get your filthy hands away from me!!" I cry. Raising the Rod, I will it to nearly its highest power and blast. The zombie screams, breaking into pieces . . . and then reforming. It comes at me again, stronger than before, and drags me to the floor. Methodically it caresses my cheek. I can't help but scream myself.
"Leave me alone!!" I push against its shoulders, trying to force it away.
It leans down and I feel its hot breath on my face. I know what it's going to do. Terror starts to come over me as I continue to struggle in vain. I can't let it do this! I have to get free!!
I cry out again in disgust as its lips touch my bare shoulder and then I get a burst of strength. Somehow I manage to throw it back against the wall and stand over it, raising the Rod again. I know it didn't work last time, but I have to try again. I am praying desperately that I can defeat it.
This time the blast does seem to work. The zombie shrieks, vanishing into nothing.
The Rod drops from my grasp and I fall to the floor as well, shaking. That . . . that abomination! That horrible creature!! I can't imagine how it got in.
I curl up in a ball, unable to get my heart to slow down. I swear, that was the most terrifying experience of my life. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Never!! I felt so defenseless . . . so helpless . . . so vulnerable. . . . I can't bring myself to stand up . . . not yet. . . . All I can think of is that there may be more of them, just waiting around a corner to ambush me . . . to pull me to the floor and . . .
I close my eyes, trying so hard to block the images from my mind.
~Rishid~
I come as soon as I hear Marik scream, but by the time I arrive, whatever was tormenting him has gone. But Marik . . . something is very wrong with my brother. He has curled up tightly against the wall and his poor body is literally shaking.
"Brother, what is wrong?!" I cry, trying to lift his shuddering form into my arms. He fights against me for a brief minute—apparently not realizing who I am at first—but then he throws his arms around me as he buries himself into my cloak.
"Rishid, it . . . it was horrible!" he gasps, still shaking all over. "It attacked me. . . ."
"What attacked you?" I ask gently. Could my birth father actually be coming after us now and have sent something to torture my siblings first?! It is a possibility I have not been able to get out of my mind. Ever since that telephone call and my birth mother's visit, I have been so worried that something terrible would happen to my precious siblings. And now it seems that it has!
"I don't know!" Marik wails. Obviously he has been through something terribly traumatic. He never behaves like this!
"Did it . . . hurt you?" I can't imagine what would be so alarming that it would case him to get like this.
Marik doesn't appear able to answer. He starts to sob, clutching at my robe. I can't bear to see him like this!
"Please, brother! I need to know," I say softly.
Again he is silent, unable to speak at first. Then at last he does, saying something so horrible I don't want to even think about it.
"It tried to violate me, Rishid!" Marik screams. "It . . . it tried to violate me!!"
I am too stunned to even speak. Someone—or some*thing*—tried to commit such treachery?! It is no wonder that my poor brother seems broken. Nothing remotely like this has ever happened to him before. I hold him close to my heart, hoping to offer comfort and protection.
"Rishid . . ." Marik looks up at me with sad lavender eyes and I just can't bear it. "It tried to harm me in the most vile way imaginable!!"
"I know," I whisper, "and they will pay dearly for it." There is nothing I would like better than to tear apart the demon that has reduced Marik to tears in this way, but I must try to stay calm for my brother's sake. Thank goodness, I reflect, that he only said they "tried." They did not succeed.
Now poor Marik is practically hyperventilating. He burrows further into my cloak, trying to hide. I know he hasn't forgotten that Ishizu is in danger, but right now he is too petrified to even move. And really . . . how can anyone blame him?! This poor, dear brother of mine has seen so very much in his sixteen years, but never once has anyone tried to steal that which is most precious from him.
"It will be alright, my brother," I say softly. "You are safe. Nothing more will harm you today. I swear it!"
Marik shudders. "We have to find Ishizu, Rishid," he whispers. "What if some monstrosity has gone after her now as well?!"
"We will find her," I assure him, knowing that it is of the utmost urgency that we do. I know, however, that Marik does not feel calm enough to get up and walk, so I decide to carry him for now. Ordinarily he would protest and say he could move about just fine, but now he is so emotionally distraught that he lets me hold him.
On our way down the hall I notice the dropped Millennium Rod and pick it up. Marik would not want it to fall into the wrong hands. Carefully I place it in my belt to give back to him later.
~Ishizu~
Slowly I begin to regain my senses again. The first one I get back is that of feeling. I am on a hard surface, laying on my side. I do not remember what happened before this. But I am cold, very cold. Someone has removed my cape.
I do not realize that I have moved, but apparently I have, for now a distasteful laugh meets my ears.
"Ah, you are awake, my dear!"
I try to open my eyes but find I cannot. Though fear starts to rise within me, I resolve not to let it show. I can only pray that Rishid and Marik are safe, wherever they may be. "What is it you want?" I ask, trying my voice and finding it slightly rasping.
"Surely you can figure it out. An intelligent woman like yourself."
My eyes open now and I find myself looking over at a tall Egyptian man. He leers at me and his golden eyes are full of malice and evil.
"You!!" I cry, realization immediately coming over me. "You are Rishid's birth father!!"
"Rishid?" he says vaguely. "Oh yes . . . Odion. Well . . . let's just say I'm not going to make things easy for him. Don't think I don't know what he's like now. I know he wouldn't agree to unlock the treasures for me. Not unless I . . . make things very difficult. I know he loves you and that Marik more than anyone or anything else. If the both of you are put into . . . compromising situations, I'm certain he will have to give in to my demands."
I narrow my eyes. "What do you intend to do with us?"
"Well . . ." He pauses and then gives me one of his malevolent smiles again. "I'm sure if he finds you locked up in here, starving, it will make him think twice about his decision. Oh, and then there's what I'm having a friend of mine do to Marik. . . ."
The fury rises now and I cannot keep it down. I am strong enough to sit up now and I find that there is a manacle around my ankle so that I cannot escape. I am only concerned about Marik now, however. It is obvious this man does not possess a heart. "What is being done to him??!"
He smirks, moving to the door. "Oh . . . well . . . this friend of mine. . . . I found her on one of my excursions and had her planted in your museum. She likes young boys such as your brother Marik. I think you know what I mean. And she has super strength too. She's not exactly mortal."
I do know exactly what he means. And it is too despicable to think of! "If any harm befalls my dear brother, you will suffer in Hades for it," I whisper vehemently.
He walks back and grabs me under the chin. "I'm not worried about that," he says smoothly before leaving me alone in my prison.
For hours afterward I stay here, struggling to free myself and growing ill with worry over Marik. I know Rishid himself will not be harmed, not as long as this man wants him, but Marik. . . . Oh Marik. . . . I cannot bear the terrible images that come to mind, of him being assaulted and overpowered. . . . He would be so frightened! So terribly frightened! Marik is a brave, strong, courageous boy, but he has never had to deal with such a thing. I know that, even though he knows such things happen, he would be so very terrified if it was happening to him!
Tears come to my eyes as I find that I cannot get free. "Please," I pray softly, "please keep my dear brothers safe! Please do not allow something so abominable to happen to dear Marik! PLEASE!!"
A comforting feeling comes over me now and somehow I know that everything will be alright. Marik is safe—I can sense it. He hasn't been robbed of his virtue.
More tears fill my eyes, but this time they are of gladness.
~Marik~
I'm laying here in Rishid's arms, letting him carry me throughout the rest of the museum. A part of me feels so foolish. I feel as though I should be able to get down and walk. But another part of me is so terrified by what happened. I do not know if I am even capable of standing up yet. All I want to do is curl up tightly to protect myself.
"Blast it, Rishid . . ." I look up at him sadly. "I feel so ridiculous. . . ."
He holds me close. "Do not feel that way," he replies. "You have been through something atrocious. No one with a heart would expect you to behave entirely normal immediately afterward."
I close my eyes. "I was so scared, Rishid," I whisper, confiding in my dear brother. "I could barely fight against it . . . her. . . . It possessed some sort of inhuman strength!" Now I cringe, remembering the horror of feeling its decayed flesh touching my cheek. "I . . . I was certain I wasn't going to be able to get away!!"
Rishid doesn't answer at first. When I look up at him I can see that he's struggling not to cry. Tears are glistening in his eyes. "But you did get away," he says at last, his voice shaking. "Oh my brother. . . ."
I settle down into his arms. Yes, I did get away. But where is Ishizu? Is she safe?!
A ringing sound interrupts my thoughts and I look around for the source of it before realizing it's the telephone. Quickly Rishid presses the speakerphone button and speaks into the microphone. "Yes?"
"Ah, you must be Rishid," a voice dripping with evil answers him. I feel my blood run cold.
"Who are you?!" Rishid demands.
"You may call me 'Father,'" comes the smooth reply.
Rishid clenches his fist, still holding me with one arm. "There is no one whom I consider my father!" he thunders.
I narrow my eyes angrily. "Have you taken Ishizu?!" I scream.
The voice laughs. "Perhaps."
"Where is she?!" Rishid yells.
"You'll find out, all in good time. The sooner you agree to assist me, the sooner you'll see your precious sister again. The longer you take, the less likely you'll find her . . . alive."
I struggle out of Rishid's arms and lean over the microphone. "If you've harmed her, you treacherous snake, I'll . . ."
"Oh, you feel like yelling at me?" comes the response. "After what my little 'friend' was sent out to do, I would think you'd be cowering in some corner, terrified out of your very wits!"
This is the last straw for Rishid. He slams his hand onto the desk, making a loud thumping sound that echoes down the lonely halls. "My brother is courageous and brave!" he yells. "He never cowers at anything!" Rishid narrows his eyes furiously. "If any harm befalls Ishizu such as what you tried to have happen to Marik, I swear I will hunt you down and tear you apart!"
"Such threats, and against your own father." He clucks his tongue. "Well, you shall have to hunt me down to find your precious sister in the first place."
"Where have you taken her?!" I yell.
"Where else? Back to Egypt. Come to Egypt yourselves and you will find the next clue to her whereabouts." With that the line goes dead.