After showering Kirghiz got dressed and went down to his basement where he
began looking over an assortment of weapons that he had collected over his
lifetime. Kirghiz took hold of a sword and swung it around a few times
before setting it off to the side. He then picked up a small handgun he
had been given to by his father as a gift before his father had passed
away. Kirghiz sighed some and held the gun close feeling a sense of safety
around it.
It was getting late out as Kirghiz decided to sneak around Marik's rambled up building that he called a home. Kirghiz holstered the gun and kept his dagger close as he went upstairs and outside. He thought it would be nice to walk to Marik's "home" instead of driving or finding some other means of transportation. Kirghiz thought deeply to himself, "Why am I troubled by the feelings of love?" he thought as a few cars past and the streetlights began to turn on. "Why am I so alone? Why must I be so timid twords my feelings for her? Why am I such a loser?" Kirghiz kept thinking to himself as he continued walking to Marik's place.
Kirghiz arrived after about thirty minutes of walking and decided he would look threw the cracked dirty glass of something that he thought must be a window. Kirghiz knelt down and peered in trying to see and with some avail he did; though the lighting was horrid. Kirghiz saw Zalika sleeping peacefully on the couch but no sign of Marik. Kirghiz continued to watch and then he saw him, walking over to Zalika and looking at her. Kirghiz knew almost instantly what was going threw Marik's mind as Marik crawled on top of Zalika and was over her.
Kirghiz saw with a small sense of horror as Marik clamed his hand over her mouth and she woke up from her beautiful rest. He continued to watch as Zalika threw Marik off of her and then he heard muffled yelling and talking. Kirghiz felt rage ping threw him as Marik threw Zalika against the couch, knocking the wind from her. Kirghiz was about ready to burst threw the side of the house and kill Marik there and then after watching him forcefully kiss Zalika running his hands along her slender body. Kirghiz shuddered with disgust.
Kirghiz continued to watch as it had appeared that Zalika had bitten Marik, Kirghiz smirked lightly and continued watching with horror and disgust towards Marik. Kirghiz had noticed a detail about Zalika that he hadn't noticed before, a set of fangs in the top row of her mouth. For some reason seeing the fangs made Kirghiz smile slightly. Kirghiz watched as she licked the blood from the fangs and they retracted. "What is she really?" He asked himself as he watched Zalika pull Marik against her and he heard more muffled talking. Kirghiz stood up and began to walk away thinking to himself as he always did.
Kirghiz was walking and noticed a somewhat familiar man walking towards Marik's house about twenty minutes after he had left. Kirghiz shrugged a bit and kept walking to get home as it was getting later and he had wanted to plan on how he was going to kill Marik in the most painful and most torturous way possible. As Kirghiz thought to himself the images of Téa and her mangled body came into mind and he smiled. "How glad I am that Zalika killed that bitch and left her body and was never even suspected of the crime what so ever." Kirghiz laughed lightly and smiled as he kept remembering that night and the news that had followed for a few days after. Kirghiz knew that the police were still looking for the murderer but now not as much as they were looking for him only because of the fact that he had shot a wealthy and important man and nobody knew his name or exactly what he looked like.
"Why can't I be like her?" Kirghiz thought to himself. "I wish I could be remembered for something great like the murder of that stupid bitch Téa. Kirghiz sighed as he rounded a corner and bumped into a short bald man.
The man pulled a small dagger on Kirghiz and held it towards his head, "Watch where the hell your going this is the territory of the Ankabût gang and I suggest you leave at once unless you wish to die now." Said the man but Kirghiz laughed, pulled his gun out and shot the man threw the head before he even had time to react. Kirghiz laughed and smiled at what he had done. "It always feels good to have killed someone that you don't even know, especially gang members." Kirghiz said aloud as he kicked the body into the bushes and continued walking.
After about another ten minutes Kirghiz walked threw the front door to his house and kicked it shut. He then lay down on the couch and attempted to fall asleep but again failed at it like most of the other things in life. "I may fail at sleeping", he thought, "but I will not fail at being happy.not this time. I deserve her more than he does because he is but a frail weak little boy with the only power being in that stupid Millenium Rod that he keeps with him."
Kirghiz sighed and closed his eyes going into a somewhat state of meditation that he stayed in for about another four or five hours.
It was getting late out as Kirghiz decided to sneak around Marik's rambled up building that he called a home. Kirghiz holstered the gun and kept his dagger close as he went upstairs and outside. He thought it would be nice to walk to Marik's "home" instead of driving or finding some other means of transportation. Kirghiz thought deeply to himself, "Why am I troubled by the feelings of love?" he thought as a few cars past and the streetlights began to turn on. "Why am I so alone? Why must I be so timid twords my feelings for her? Why am I such a loser?" Kirghiz kept thinking to himself as he continued walking to Marik's place.
Kirghiz arrived after about thirty minutes of walking and decided he would look threw the cracked dirty glass of something that he thought must be a window. Kirghiz knelt down and peered in trying to see and with some avail he did; though the lighting was horrid. Kirghiz saw Zalika sleeping peacefully on the couch but no sign of Marik. Kirghiz continued to watch and then he saw him, walking over to Zalika and looking at her. Kirghiz knew almost instantly what was going threw Marik's mind as Marik crawled on top of Zalika and was over her.
Kirghiz saw with a small sense of horror as Marik clamed his hand over her mouth and she woke up from her beautiful rest. He continued to watch as Zalika threw Marik off of her and then he heard muffled yelling and talking. Kirghiz felt rage ping threw him as Marik threw Zalika against the couch, knocking the wind from her. Kirghiz was about ready to burst threw the side of the house and kill Marik there and then after watching him forcefully kiss Zalika running his hands along her slender body. Kirghiz shuddered with disgust.
Kirghiz continued to watch as it had appeared that Zalika had bitten Marik, Kirghiz smirked lightly and continued watching with horror and disgust towards Marik. Kirghiz had noticed a detail about Zalika that he hadn't noticed before, a set of fangs in the top row of her mouth. For some reason seeing the fangs made Kirghiz smile slightly. Kirghiz watched as she licked the blood from the fangs and they retracted. "What is she really?" He asked himself as he watched Zalika pull Marik against her and he heard more muffled talking. Kirghiz stood up and began to walk away thinking to himself as he always did.
Kirghiz was walking and noticed a somewhat familiar man walking towards Marik's house about twenty minutes after he had left. Kirghiz shrugged a bit and kept walking to get home as it was getting later and he had wanted to plan on how he was going to kill Marik in the most painful and most torturous way possible. As Kirghiz thought to himself the images of Téa and her mangled body came into mind and he smiled. "How glad I am that Zalika killed that bitch and left her body and was never even suspected of the crime what so ever." Kirghiz laughed lightly and smiled as he kept remembering that night and the news that had followed for a few days after. Kirghiz knew that the police were still looking for the murderer but now not as much as they were looking for him only because of the fact that he had shot a wealthy and important man and nobody knew his name or exactly what he looked like.
"Why can't I be like her?" Kirghiz thought to himself. "I wish I could be remembered for something great like the murder of that stupid bitch Téa. Kirghiz sighed as he rounded a corner and bumped into a short bald man.
The man pulled a small dagger on Kirghiz and held it towards his head, "Watch where the hell your going this is the territory of the Ankabût gang and I suggest you leave at once unless you wish to die now." Said the man but Kirghiz laughed, pulled his gun out and shot the man threw the head before he even had time to react. Kirghiz laughed and smiled at what he had done. "It always feels good to have killed someone that you don't even know, especially gang members." Kirghiz said aloud as he kicked the body into the bushes and continued walking.
After about another ten minutes Kirghiz walked threw the front door to his house and kicked it shut. He then lay down on the couch and attempted to fall asleep but again failed at it like most of the other things in life. "I may fail at sleeping", he thought, "but I will not fail at being happy.not this time. I deserve her more than he does because he is but a frail weak little boy with the only power being in that stupid Millenium Rod that he keeps with him."
Kirghiz sighed and closed his eyes going into a somewhat state of meditation that he stayed in for about another four or five hours.