Prologue.
The sky was dark over the city of Domino. The storm raged like one not seen in over 3000 years. As lightning flashed across the sky a lone figure could be seen in the rain. The figure was deep in thought, his mind focused to his inner turmoils. The rain had plastered his hair to his head and face yet it bothered not the figure. This dreary weather matched his dreary mood this day.
His mind worked on many paths, what he had gained, what he had lost, what was to gain. what was to lose. He knew there was more than this pitiful existence, he could feel it. He felt more than he had ever before. There was that feeling of power and desire but there were emotions brewing. Was it possible he could care, could love? His mind whirled with possibilities. He shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. He could not be weak.
The figure was, by far, not an imposing figure and looked rather helpless walking the streets at midnight, alone in the rain. He was thin and the color of his thick mane of hair was impossible to tell in this weather.
He did not appear to be strong, a threat to anyone. It was for this very reason one man, a poor one, a desperate man approached the figure with his lone possession, a 9 mm handgun.
"Hand over all you cash and valuables and I won't have to waste any bullets." The man said to the figure in a gruff manner. This man was wearing a brown trench coat so full of holes it was hard to tell it *was* a coat.
The weather was not improving. The rain came down harder and as lightning flashed behind the figure. The man saw two piercing brown eyes, that looked deep within his soul. Eyes that told a story. A story of a shattered soul. A story of destruction and evil. Maybe a story of hope and love. Eyes deeper and darker than the deepest sea. Eyes so bright and full of fire, even this rain could not quench it.
There was a golden flash of light and a scream of pain, fear and torment, followed by laughter, then there was nothing.
**Elsewhere**
A teenaged boy tossed beneath his covers as his nightmares plagued him...as they had for longer than he could remember.
***
There was a dark feeling around him as the rain tore at him through his clothes. Lightning tore through the clouds, purple, blue and yellow. A rainbow, yet not a rainbow. A symphony of colors, yet unimaginable darkness. The ground was covered with a deep mist. This mist not white, nor black, nor grey, nor red. The mist was not a color yet all colors combined. This mist was so thick you could not see your own hand, yet it was transparent.
It was a not place of darkness but absence of light. It was a place of evil.
The boy found himself in this place of evil. He was afraid. He would not admit it to himself or anyone. He had lost friends from his fear. His fear made this place larger, more evil. But he did not know that.
A voice, a voice he had never heard before echoed through the mists. "You soon must choose! You must choose to pay for crimes committed and for crimes not yet committed, or must to choose to pay for the crimes of another, those committed and by those yet committed."
***
Andrew sat up in his bed drenched in sweat. The rain was still pouring outside but it had lessened.
Andrew thought. 'That voice, it has never appeared in my dream before.' He did not know what he could mean.
Andrew had just moved to Domino from a small town in Ontario, Canada. He was quite fond of Duel Monsters and holds the Canadian Championship Title and so has a Duel Disk like all high ranking duelists. He glanced at it, instead of picking it up he grabbed his clothes, quickly dressed and was soon at the door.
***
Andrew was in the rain walking, ignoring the downpour. He sensed something nearby but shook it off thinking it was his imagination. He always has these feelings, buy since he moved to Domino the feelings have been stronger and more common than ever before. His
dream, too, was more vivid that ever. More real. But that voice, the voice was new.
He shook his head, clearing his head. He heard a soft moan, almost a whine from the alley next to the Museum for Ancient Weaponry. He looked and saw a boy, his own age huddled against the wall. He was crying. Andrew walked over to the boy, lifted him up and looked into his eyes.
The boy looked straight into Andrew's eyes and said. "Yugi." And passed out.
Andrew knew this 'Yugi'. He was Battle City champion and lived at the Muto Game Shop. Andrew pulled out his cell phone and dialed the Game Shop. The phone rang once, twice, three times. "Come on pick up." Andrew yelled at the phone.
There was a click and a sleepy voice said. "Hello, this is Yugi."
Andrew quickly replied. "Your...white..haired.. friend. He..is..hurt, or something. Come... to the.. Weapons Museum." The phone hung up. Andrew's shoulders slumped, not knowing if Yugi would come or go back to sleep thinking it was a prank call.
Andrew removed his coat and placed it over the limp, yet breathing, body. He was getting worried as he checked his watch, 4:25am, he had no idea how long this boy had been laying here.
Soon, Andrew heard footsteps rapidly coming towards him. He heard someone yell something he could not heard over a boom of thunder. A boy with red and yellow hair turned down the alley. Andrew knew him from Duel Monsters Weekly, he was Yugi Muto, the King of Games.
He approached Andrew and bent down next to him. Andrew could feel something about him, a power. He shook this off as Yugi checked the boy's pulse. "Help me lift him." Was all he said. Andrew put one of his hands on the boy's shoulder and slung it over his neck as Yugi was doing the same. "Call a taxi, I don't think he'll need an ambulance."
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the local taxi service. I told them where we were and they said that they would be there as soon as possible.
It didn't take the taxi long to get there since they don't have too many calls at 5 o'clock in the morning. It was a quick drive to the hospital and they admitted us once seeing the condition of the boy, who's name Andrew did not know.
Once the nurses had placed him on a stretcher and he was safe in a bed, they said that they had to leave, they would have to return during visiting hours.
As Andrew walked out the door, Yugi followed. "Thank you. You helped him without knowing who...or what he is." Without another word Yugi left.
Andrew was left to ponder what he had heard as he walked home in the dribble of rain. "Who...or what he is." Yugi had said, what did he mean? He had to shake his head and clear his thoughts as he used his key to go inside and return to his room. Without changing he fell asleep on his bed.
***
At the crack of dawn Andrew woke up and stretched. He looked down at his wrinkled clothes and tried to smooth it out. He gave up and dragged a brush through his tangled, thick, long, brown hair. He struggled on some tough knots but soon was finished.
He took his belt, which had a small box on the side, and strapped it on. Next came the MP3 player which clipped to it. He popped in his cordless ear-bud headphones and walked downstairs.
He grabbed a cold slice of pizza from the fridge, for breakfast, as he left the house headed toward the hospital.
The sky was dark over the city of Domino. The storm raged like one not seen in over 3000 years. As lightning flashed across the sky a lone figure could be seen in the rain. The figure was deep in thought, his mind focused to his inner turmoils. The rain had plastered his hair to his head and face yet it bothered not the figure. This dreary weather matched his dreary mood this day.
His mind worked on many paths, what he had gained, what he had lost, what was to gain. what was to lose. He knew there was more than this pitiful existence, he could feel it. He felt more than he had ever before. There was that feeling of power and desire but there were emotions brewing. Was it possible he could care, could love? His mind whirled with possibilities. He shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. He could not be weak.
The figure was, by far, not an imposing figure and looked rather helpless walking the streets at midnight, alone in the rain. He was thin and the color of his thick mane of hair was impossible to tell in this weather.
He did not appear to be strong, a threat to anyone. It was for this very reason one man, a poor one, a desperate man approached the figure with his lone possession, a 9 mm handgun.
"Hand over all you cash and valuables and I won't have to waste any bullets." The man said to the figure in a gruff manner. This man was wearing a brown trench coat so full of holes it was hard to tell it *was* a coat.
The weather was not improving. The rain came down harder and as lightning flashed behind the figure. The man saw two piercing brown eyes, that looked deep within his soul. Eyes that told a story. A story of a shattered soul. A story of destruction and evil. Maybe a story of hope and love. Eyes deeper and darker than the deepest sea. Eyes so bright and full of fire, even this rain could not quench it.
There was a golden flash of light and a scream of pain, fear and torment, followed by laughter, then there was nothing.
**Elsewhere**
A teenaged boy tossed beneath his covers as his nightmares plagued him...as they had for longer than he could remember.
***
There was a dark feeling around him as the rain tore at him through his clothes. Lightning tore through the clouds, purple, blue and yellow. A rainbow, yet not a rainbow. A symphony of colors, yet unimaginable darkness. The ground was covered with a deep mist. This mist not white, nor black, nor grey, nor red. The mist was not a color yet all colors combined. This mist was so thick you could not see your own hand, yet it was transparent.
It was a not place of darkness but absence of light. It was a place of evil.
The boy found himself in this place of evil. He was afraid. He would not admit it to himself or anyone. He had lost friends from his fear. His fear made this place larger, more evil. But he did not know that.
A voice, a voice he had never heard before echoed through the mists. "You soon must choose! You must choose to pay for crimes committed and for crimes not yet committed, or must to choose to pay for the crimes of another, those committed and by those yet committed."
***
Andrew sat up in his bed drenched in sweat. The rain was still pouring outside but it had lessened.
Andrew thought. 'That voice, it has never appeared in my dream before.' He did not know what he could mean.
Andrew had just moved to Domino from a small town in Ontario, Canada. He was quite fond of Duel Monsters and holds the Canadian Championship Title and so has a Duel Disk like all high ranking duelists. He glanced at it, instead of picking it up he grabbed his clothes, quickly dressed and was soon at the door.
***
Andrew was in the rain walking, ignoring the downpour. He sensed something nearby but shook it off thinking it was his imagination. He always has these feelings, buy since he moved to Domino the feelings have been stronger and more common than ever before. His
dream, too, was more vivid that ever. More real. But that voice, the voice was new.
He shook his head, clearing his head. He heard a soft moan, almost a whine from the alley next to the Museum for Ancient Weaponry. He looked and saw a boy, his own age huddled against the wall. He was crying. Andrew walked over to the boy, lifted him up and looked into his eyes.
The boy looked straight into Andrew's eyes and said. "Yugi." And passed out.
Andrew knew this 'Yugi'. He was Battle City champion and lived at the Muto Game Shop. Andrew pulled out his cell phone and dialed the Game Shop. The phone rang once, twice, three times. "Come on pick up." Andrew yelled at the phone.
There was a click and a sleepy voice said. "Hello, this is Yugi."
Andrew quickly replied. "Your...white..haired.. friend. He..is..hurt, or something. Come... to the.. Weapons Museum." The phone hung up. Andrew's shoulders slumped, not knowing if Yugi would come or go back to sleep thinking it was a prank call.
Andrew removed his coat and placed it over the limp, yet breathing, body. He was getting worried as he checked his watch, 4:25am, he had no idea how long this boy had been laying here.
Soon, Andrew heard footsteps rapidly coming towards him. He heard someone yell something he could not heard over a boom of thunder. A boy with red and yellow hair turned down the alley. Andrew knew him from Duel Monsters Weekly, he was Yugi Muto, the King of Games.
He approached Andrew and bent down next to him. Andrew could feel something about him, a power. He shook this off as Yugi checked the boy's pulse. "Help me lift him." Was all he said. Andrew put one of his hands on the boy's shoulder and slung it over his neck as Yugi was doing the same. "Call a taxi, I don't think he'll need an ambulance."
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the local taxi service. I told them where we were and they said that they would be there as soon as possible.
It didn't take the taxi long to get there since they don't have too many calls at 5 o'clock in the morning. It was a quick drive to the hospital and they admitted us once seeing the condition of the boy, who's name Andrew did not know.
Once the nurses had placed him on a stretcher and he was safe in a bed, they said that they had to leave, they would have to return during visiting hours.
As Andrew walked out the door, Yugi followed. "Thank you. You helped him without knowing who...or what he is." Without another word Yugi left.
Andrew was left to ponder what he had heard as he walked home in the dribble of rain. "Who...or what he is." Yugi had said, what did he mean? He had to shake his head and clear his thoughts as he used his key to go inside and return to his room. Without changing he fell asleep on his bed.
***
At the crack of dawn Andrew woke up and stretched. He looked down at his wrinkled clothes and tried to smooth it out. He gave up and dragged a brush through his tangled, thick, long, brown hair. He struggled on some tough knots but soon was finished.
He took his belt, which had a small box on the side, and strapped it on. Next came the MP3 player which clipped to it. He popped in his cordless ear-bud headphones and walked downstairs.
He grabbed a cold slice of pizza from the fridge, for breakfast, as he left the house headed toward the hospital.