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Awesome! We're actually, getting into the good stuff. It's no longer just sitting there, there's actually some action! I know the last chapter sounded a little retarded, but I was in a hurry and I really wanted to get it done, so it did sound really obvious. I'm really hoping this doesn't turn out that bad, but I suppose we'll see. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
My head still hurt, so I really didn't know what to think. In all truth, I really didn't get alarmed until that knife was about three inches away from my face. It was kind of like being on drugs, and at that point, I wasn't sure that I wasn't on drugs. I mean, they knocked Bakura out with a candleholder, and then kept him out with drugs. And I wasn't quite all together myself.
But that's not the point. The point was that this man was getting closer to me, with a knife in his hand, and there was no one else out there that could help me because Bakura made sure there were no other inhabitants of the area for about a 100 mile radius. So now, it was time to panic.
"Ok, so we know he's easy to scare" Said Malik, laughing a little, and backing off a little. I thought I was out of the woods, but it wasn't so. He walked behind me and untied the ropes that held my hand to the back of the chair. I'm starting to wonder what the hell he's doing, but that was all made clear as soon as my hand was on fire. It was like one of those things where you're so tired, something doesn't hurt for about five seconds, and it's a little dull. But if him slicing the palm of my hand was supposed to be dulled a little bit by me being out of it, I was thanking god that I wasn't fully there. It hurt.
"Ok, that's all we need for now." Said Malik, coming from the back of the chair, and holding a glass test tube about a third full of blood runoff from my hand. Now I was just confused. And my hand started to hurt more, but that was probably because I was squeezing my hand to try to stop the bleeding. It was a white carpet after all.
Malik walked over to the other side of my bed to a duffel bag I never realized was there, and pulled out an evil greenish looking liquid in a beaker, with a rubber stopper. He popped it open, and poured a little into the test tube with my blood in it. At first, nothing happened, except the green crap kinda settled on the bottom, but it started smoking, and the stuff inside started swirling together. A very foul odor filled the room, and the fog stuff was flowing out of the tube and sinking. After everything cleared out, the tube was about half full of crystal clear liquid, that didn't fizz, or anything.
"Water. That's what's in here, water. I don't know how it ended up with water, but it works with you. Well, I'm happy. Now what to do with you." Said Malik, and Yami started sniggering. By now, I was fully clear, and was all there, from the whole slice my hand and pour it with a green thing to make water thing.
"Go suck donkey balls!" I yelled at both Yami and Malik. I couldn't believe that I had said that, but it gave me the effect I wanted. It got them pissed, and that's what I wanted to do. It was a little weird, I thought, that "go suck donkey balls" would be the first thing I said to them, but I: suppose it didn't matter.
"You know, you really don't wanna piss me off. If I stuck you in a shower, and rained this crap on you" He held up the green stuff, "You'd be water down the drain after about a half hour! So I wouldn't recommend you say that again." Said Malik, who was looking like he wanted to punch me or something. But I remembered that he needed me alive to get his ten mil, so I decided to have a little fun with it.
"But I thought you went out to gourmet restaurants to get the SIMMERED donkey balls. What other reason would there be, because you're always out doing something or other." I said, and started smiling. Malik got real red, and his face started scrunching up into an evil grin/grimace kind of thing. Next thing I know, my face really hurts. He went and punched me. I didn't care, because I was making him pissed.
"Of course, you could always go to the seafood place and get the OYSTER balls, but you'd need a lot, because they tend to be small." I said, and started laughing out loud. At this, Malik decided to try to shut me up for good. He went over to Yami, and yanked the baseball bat out of his hand, and swung it as hard as he could towards my head. I couldn't stop it, but I could make it hit my head at less speed, because he would have killed me if I didn't try to stop the bat. All he did was knock me out again.
Whatever it was that Malik had drugged me with before, he must have given me about a hundred times more of it after he had knocked me out. And the bad thing was, that he had done so much damage to my brain with the drug crap, I didn't realize I was in a different setting until about an hour later, when I heard a metal door open and close. Trying to clear my head was just as useless as putting a Band-Aid on a pulled muscle. My head spun, and after a few minutes of spinning, I hurled on to the floor. I scooted away from my own vomit, as the stench made me even sicker. Thankfully, soon, someone came in, because the smell was starting to circulate throughout the room.
"Damn, I suppose we gave him a little too much. He puked something like three tons of smell I here, and it's horrible." I heard a voice, and I could understand everything perfectly, but something in my ears were not working right, and I couldn't tell who it was. My "sixth sense" kind of took over, because it was good at helping me identify people. Something about the top of this person was hard and rigid, so I started assuming that it was Yami, seeing as he gelled his hair all the time.
You're right, it's like he ate like there was no tomorrow, and he puked it up all in here. Oy, boy, when did you toss your cookies?" Yelled someone I did not recognize, either by sense or hearing. His voice was giving me a headache, but I think that my head was pounding more then ever before, but I didn't notice. The smell of my own vomit was starting to help to clear my head faster.
"I don't know, I've lost all track of time," I yelled back. It echoed in the room, and it was making my head hurt more, to the point where I could feel my brain actually pulsing, sending massive waves of pain right down to my toes. And by god, I felt that!
Someone came up to me, and he had stepped a good deal of steps, so I was starting to think that the room was very large, and I could tell it was metal walls, and concrete floor. The walls gave out the same energy that the dagger gave off when Yami was in my room that night I had stabbed his hand with it. And I was sitting on the floor between one hour and five hours, I'm sure I could identify that.
The man grabbed my arm and yanked me to the door, where massive amounts of light hit my face. Since it was pitch black in the room I was in, the light just aggravated my head even more. I know I talk a great deal about my head, but that was the only thing on my mind at that point, seeing as it was crippling my entire body.
They led me into a different room, well, dragged me, because I could hardly stand on my own. And it sucked. That room had the feeling of the other room I was in, but there was a light fixture over my head, and what seemed like a dental chair in the center, right under the light. All this I gathered from feeling around the room with the sixth sense, because they had me stand there for a few minutes, and I was curious as hell as to what was in that room.
A few minutes later, my head was starting to clear off, and I was seated in the dentist chair. It felt like a dentist chair as well, but since my vision was hazy from both the light and the drugs, I couldn't see well. I heard two people enter the room, and at that point, there were five, because I could feel the guns that the first three were packing, so I knew they were the only others in the room. The two newcomers were unarmed, so I had reason to assume it was Yami and Malik. And indeed, they were.
"Ok, like I said, this one is the relative of the other one, but he was born with everything that the other has naturally. He may be the key to making genetically enhanced war devices from the time they are conceived. This will never go well with the public, so until we perfect the process, we should keep this a top-secret mission. And if I even think that you've been going around with this information, I will personally kill each and every one of your family members before I bake you alive." I could tell by his bloodthirsty, sadistic voice that it was indeed Malik.
"How do we know he is what you say he is? We have no proof of any of this, and we aren't going to take pictures or videos as evidence. How can you prove that it's something worthwhile?" Asked one of the men, standing to my left. Now was definitely not the time to show off.
"Here's how. I lived for some time in close proximity to him, so I know that he'll respond to anything that could cause him bodily harm. Take out your gun, and arm it, and aim it at him, if he does nothing, fire." Said Malik. I had never been trained to stop something so fast as a bullet, so I didn't want to take the chance of dying.
"I'll do it myself. I've never tried to stop a bullet before, so I'll just prove it to you people." I said, and there was a sweep of genuine joy that I had already submitted myself to these creeps. But that was alright, seeing as I already knew how the locks they used work, because I had studied it while I was waiting.
"Fine, do something that could prove that you are indeed gifted" Said Malik, a gladness in his voice that I began to loathe on the spot. I got a brilliant idea, so I decided to try it.
Since I wasn't tied down, I used my hands to lift up all the guns that I knew were in the room, and there were three. I took two of them, armed them, and pointed them at Malik, and who I believed to be Yami, and the third at myself, without ever leaving the chair. I could feel everyone begin to tense up, because I now held all of the weapons of the room.
"I wouldn't shoot us, you know. If you did, I'd make sure that Bakura was killed. We kept him alive, to use as blackmail against you, and I guess we'll see if it worked" Said Malik, in that conceited voice I hated so much. Of course, I was only seventeen, and I wasn't vary smart at the time, so I let down the guns, and floated them back to their respectful owner. I could have easily killed myself, and then the whole ordeal would be over, or I could have shot everyone then myself, so I got the last word in all this, but I didn't. I truly never understood why I didn't do it, and because of that decision, I was damned in more ways then one. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Well, what did you think? I actually got the government involved in this, and everything. I got the donkey balls idea from a friend of mine; so don't yell at me if that was something you really didn't like. I'm really sorry for the long delay, but I have been sooo busy with everything that I haven't had time to sit down and write. I think I'm going to put Clash of Tales on hold, and finish this story, so that I can do what I need to do. If I do, there'll be a notice up on that story. Well, please R7R and tell me if I've lost my touch or not.
Awesome! We're actually, getting into the good stuff. It's no longer just sitting there, there's actually some action! I know the last chapter sounded a little retarded, but I was in a hurry and I really wanted to get it done, so it did sound really obvious. I'm really hoping this doesn't turn out that bad, but I suppose we'll see. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
My head still hurt, so I really didn't know what to think. In all truth, I really didn't get alarmed until that knife was about three inches away from my face. It was kind of like being on drugs, and at that point, I wasn't sure that I wasn't on drugs. I mean, they knocked Bakura out with a candleholder, and then kept him out with drugs. And I wasn't quite all together myself.
But that's not the point. The point was that this man was getting closer to me, with a knife in his hand, and there was no one else out there that could help me because Bakura made sure there were no other inhabitants of the area for about a 100 mile radius. So now, it was time to panic.
"Ok, so we know he's easy to scare" Said Malik, laughing a little, and backing off a little. I thought I was out of the woods, but it wasn't so. He walked behind me and untied the ropes that held my hand to the back of the chair. I'm starting to wonder what the hell he's doing, but that was all made clear as soon as my hand was on fire. It was like one of those things where you're so tired, something doesn't hurt for about five seconds, and it's a little dull. But if him slicing the palm of my hand was supposed to be dulled a little bit by me being out of it, I was thanking god that I wasn't fully there. It hurt.
"Ok, that's all we need for now." Said Malik, coming from the back of the chair, and holding a glass test tube about a third full of blood runoff from my hand. Now I was just confused. And my hand started to hurt more, but that was probably because I was squeezing my hand to try to stop the bleeding. It was a white carpet after all.
Malik walked over to the other side of my bed to a duffel bag I never realized was there, and pulled out an evil greenish looking liquid in a beaker, with a rubber stopper. He popped it open, and poured a little into the test tube with my blood in it. At first, nothing happened, except the green crap kinda settled on the bottom, but it started smoking, and the stuff inside started swirling together. A very foul odor filled the room, and the fog stuff was flowing out of the tube and sinking. After everything cleared out, the tube was about half full of crystal clear liquid, that didn't fizz, or anything.
"Water. That's what's in here, water. I don't know how it ended up with water, but it works with you. Well, I'm happy. Now what to do with you." Said Malik, and Yami started sniggering. By now, I was fully clear, and was all there, from the whole slice my hand and pour it with a green thing to make water thing.
"Go suck donkey balls!" I yelled at both Yami and Malik. I couldn't believe that I had said that, but it gave me the effect I wanted. It got them pissed, and that's what I wanted to do. It was a little weird, I thought, that "go suck donkey balls" would be the first thing I said to them, but I: suppose it didn't matter.
"You know, you really don't wanna piss me off. If I stuck you in a shower, and rained this crap on you" He held up the green stuff, "You'd be water down the drain after about a half hour! So I wouldn't recommend you say that again." Said Malik, who was looking like he wanted to punch me or something. But I remembered that he needed me alive to get his ten mil, so I decided to have a little fun with it.
"But I thought you went out to gourmet restaurants to get the SIMMERED donkey balls. What other reason would there be, because you're always out doing something or other." I said, and started smiling. Malik got real red, and his face started scrunching up into an evil grin/grimace kind of thing. Next thing I know, my face really hurts. He went and punched me. I didn't care, because I was making him pissed.
"Of course, you could always go to the seafood place and get the OYSTER balls, but you'd need a lot, because they tend to be small." I said, and started laughing out loud. At this, Malik decided to try to shut me up for good. He went over to Yami, and yanked the baseball bat out of his hand, and swung it as hard as he could towards my head. I couldn't stop it, but I could make it hit my head at less speed, because he would have killed me if I didn't try to stop the bat. All he did was knock me out again.
Whatever it was that Malik had drugged me with before, he must have given me about a hundred times more of it after he had knocked me out. And the bad thing was, that he had done so much damage to my brain with the drug crap, I didn't realize I was in a different setting until about an hour later, when I heard a metal door open and close. Trying to clear my head was just as useless as putting a Band-Aid on a pulled muscle. My head spun, and after a few minutes of spinning, I hurled on to the floor. I scooted away from my own vomit, as the stench made me even sicker. Thankfully, soon, someone came in, because the smell was starting to circulate throughout the room.
"Damn, I suppose we gave him a little too much. He puked something like three tons of smell I here, and it's horrible." I heard a voice, and I could understand everything perfectly, but something in my ears were not working right, and I couldn't tell who it was. My "sixth sense" kind of took over, because it was good at helping me identify people. Something about the top of this person was hard and rigid, so I started assuming that it was Yami, seeing as he gelled his hair all the time.
You're right, it's like he ate like there was no tomorrow, and he puked it up all in here. Oy, boy, when did you toss your cookies?" Yelled someone I did not recognize, either by sense or hearing. His voice was giving me a headache, but I think that my head was pounding more then ever before, but I didn't notice. The smell of my own vomit was starting to help to clear my head faster.
"I don't know, I've lost all track of time," I yelled back. It echoed in the room, and it was making my head hurt more, to the point where I could feel my brain actually pulsing, sending massive waves of pain right down to my toes. And by god, I felt that!
Someone came up to me, and he had stepped a good deal of steps, so I was starting to think that the room was very large, and I could tell it was metal walls, and concrete floor. The walls gave out the same energy that the dagger gave off when Yami was in my room that night I had stabbed his hand with it. And I was sitting on the floor between one hour and five hours, I'm sure I could identify that.
The man grabbed my arm and yanked me to the door, where massive amounts of light hit my face. Since it was pitch black in the room I was in, the light just aggravated my head even more. I know I talk a great deal about my head, but that was the only thing on my mind at that point, seeing as it was crippling my entire body.
They led me into a different room, well, dragged me, because I could hardly stand on my own. And it sucked. That room had the feeling of the other room I was in, but there was a light fixture over my head, and what seemed like a dental chair in the center, right under the light. All this I gathered from feeling around the room with the sixth sense, because they had me stand there for a few minutes, and I was curious as hell as to what was in that room.
A few minutes later, my head was starting to clear off, and I was seated in the dentist chair. It felt like a dentist chair as well, but since my vision was hazy from both the light and the drugs, I couldn't see well. I heard two people enter the room, and at that point, there were five, because I could feel the guns that the first three were packing, so I knew they were the only others in the room. The two newcomers were unarmed, so I had reason to assume it was Yami and Malik. And indeed, they were.
"Ok, like I said, this one is the relative of the other one, but he was born with everything that the other has naturally. He may be the key to making genetically enhanced war devices from the time they are conceived. This will never go well with the public, so until we perfect the process, we should keep this a top-secret mission. And if I even think that you've been going around with this information, I will personally kill each and every one of your family members before I bake you alive." I could tell by his bloodthirsty, sadistic voice that it was indeed Malik.
"How do we know he is what you say he is? We have no proof of any of this, and we aren't going to take pictures or videos as evidence. How can you prove that it's something worthwhile?" Asked one of the men, standing to my left. Now was definitely not the time to show off.
"Here's how. I lived for some time in close proximity to him, so I know that he'll respond to anything that could cause him bodily harm. Take out your gun, and arm it, and aim it at him, if he does nothing, fire." Said Malik. I had never been trained to stop something so fast as a bullet, so I didn't want to take the chance of dying.
"I'll do it myself. I've never tried to stop a bullet before, so I'll just prove it to you people." I said, and there was a sweep of genuine joy that I had already submitted myself to these creeps. But that was alright, seeing as I already knew how the locks they used work, because I had studied it while I was waiting.
"Fine, do something that could prove that you are indeed gifted" Said Malik, a gladness in his voice that I began to loathe on the spot. I got a brilliant idea, so I decided to try it.
Since I wasn't tied down, I used my hands to lift up all the guns that I knew were in the room, and there were three. I took two of them, armed them, and pointed them at Malik, and who I believed to be Yami, and the third at myself, without ever leaving the chair. I could feel everyone begin to tense up, because I now held all of the weapons of the room.
"I wouldn't shoot us, you know. If you did, I'd make sure that Bakura was killed. We kept him alive, to use as blackmail against you, and I guess we'll see if it worked" Said Malik, in that conceited voice I hated so much. Of course, I was only seventeen, and I wasn't vary smart at the time, so I let down the guns, and floated them back to their respectful owner. I could have easily killed myself, and then the whole ordeal would be over, or I could have shot everyone then myself, so I got the last word in all this, but I didn't. I truly never understood why I didn't do it, and because of that decision, I was damned in more ways then one. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
Well, what did you think? I actually got the government involved in this, and everything. I got the donkey balls idea from a friend of mine; so don't yell at me if that was something you really didn't like. I'm really sorry for the long delay, but I have been sooo busy with everything that I haven't had time to sit down and write. I think I'm going to put Clash of Tales on hold, and finish this story, so that I can do what I need to do. If I do, there'll be a notice up on that story. Well, please R7R and tell me if I've lost my touch or not.