a/n: If you thought the last chapter was depressing, you're really gonna' hate this one. This is the part of the story that I've been wanting to write.
Oh, before we get started with the depressing stuff, let me just tell you... this fic is the fic of the week!! I'm so happy! Hikari Kitten has a weekly thingy she sends to her mailing list and on it is says that "No Words To Describe by Greenwood Dancer" is the "Fic Of The Week!" I'm excited! Thank you Hikari! *beams*
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Katrina had cuts down her arms and back; all of them would need stitches if she got out of this alive. Her father threw her to the ground and leaned over her. He slid the tip of the knife across her chest slowly to drag out the pain. He tore her shirt open and ignored her cries. Her grabbed her face and forced it up towards him. He pressed his lips against hers violently, then pulled away. He ran his knife over her shoulder and down her arm, making her cry out in pain.
He tore away the rest of her shirt and proceeded to run his knife over her stomach and chest. He was bending down to kiss her lips again when he suddenly collapsed on top of her and didn't move. Kitty's eyes were closed but when she felt him get pushed off her, she opened them to see Yami kneeling over her.
"Katrina!" he cried, touching her face.
The floor beneath her was beginning to get stained with her blood and she was fading fast. She looked up at him, giving him a weak smile, before her head rolled to the side and her eyes didn't open again.
"Katrina!" he yelled, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her slightly.
Suddenly, he felt something collide with his head and he was knocked away from her. Yami looked up to see Alan standing over him, the knife in his hand. He was twirling it in his fingers, the blade stained with his daughter's blood. Yami felt anger surge through him and he stood up.
Alan lunged at him with the knife, but Yami grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He rammed Alan into the wall and lifted his arm that was still behind his back. The older man cried out and dropped the knife. Yami kicked it away, but as his attention was diverted, Alan got free, grabbing him by the throat. Struggling for breath, Yami grabbed his shirt and punched him in the face.
- Yami! What are you doing? - Yugi cried.
- I want him to know the same pain he inflicted on Katrina, - he snarled as he punched Alan in the stomach, causing the older man to stumble backwards, bent over. Yami kneed him in the face.
- Send him to the Shadow Realm! That'll do the same pain, Yami! - Yugi cried desperately.
- Not well enough, - Yami replied.
Alan saw the knife to the side and quickly skidded over and grabbed it. He held it threateningly towards Yami and sneered.
"Do you really want to challenge me? Think about that a minute," Alan said, jabbing the knife in his direction, making Yami jump backwards slightly. "Fool," he sneered.
Yami glared him, his anger growing still. "We'll see who's the fool," he replied as the two of them started to circle each other.
- Yami, be careful! - Yugi said.
Alan swiftly moved forward and slashed Yami's arm, making him grab it in pain. Fury blazed in the pharaoh's eyes as he moved forward, grabbing Alan's wrist that held the knife. He managed to twist it and Alan dropped it once more. Before Kitty's father could pull away, Yami grabbed his thumb and bent it backwards, causing him to scream in pain.
With his other hand, he punched Yami in the stomach, who then stumbled backwards, letting go of Alan. Taking advantage of this moment, Alan grabbed his shirt and punched him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground.
- Yami! Please, just send him to the Shadow Realm! - Yugi begged, but Yami didn't listen.
Yami got up off the floor quickly and saw that Alan once more had his knife in his hand. Alan came at him again and Yami ducked, getting only a small cut across his cheek. He spun around Alan so he was behind him. When Kitty's father turned around, Yami punched him in the face, making him stumble backwards into the bed. He had managed to hit Alan in the nose and he pulled his hand away, bloody.
Before he could move, Yami lunged at him and closed one hand around his throat while the other held Alan's wrist. He dug his fingers into the underside of his wrist and Alan cried out through Yami's choking him. He dropped the knife and Yami kicked it across the floor once again. Alan managed to get enough strength to throw Yami off of him, sending the pharaoh sliding across the floor.
Realizing he was right next to the knife, he grabbed it and stood up. His left sleeve was drenched in his blood now and Alan had blood pouring down from his nose.
Alan laughed at Yami when he held the knife in front of him threateningly. "You don't know how to use that," he said. "Why don't you give it back to it's rightful owner."
"You're not the rightful owner of anything, Lakewood," Yami snarled.
"Fine then," Alan replied. "I can take you down even without it."
He lunged at Yami, who dodged it easily. He grabbed one of Yami's arms, knowing that he could full well stab him. They froze that way for a second, Alan holding on with a death grip and Yami holding the knife above his head, ready to plunge it into his enemy.
- Yami, no! - Yugi cried. - You can't! -
Slowly, Alan began to grin, knowing Yami wouldn't stab him. But, before he could do anything, Yami had slammed him against the wall and had the knife pressed against his throat. Once more they froze, Yami breathing heavily with rage.
"You idiot. You fool. You won't kill me. You don't have the guts," Alan sneered as Yami pressed the knife to his throat harder.
- Yami, please! Don't! This isn't you! - Yugi pleaded.
Yami glared at him one final time. Then, in one swift move, he removed the knife from his throat and slammed Alan's head into the wall. The older man collapsed to the ground and didn't move. Yami kicked him one last time to get his rage out, then remembered Katrina.
He turned and ran back to her, dropping to his knees. She lay in a pool of her own blood and she hadn't moved from the position he had left her in. He immediately grabbed her wrist, pressing his fingers to it. Her pulse was weak, but it was still there.
"Katrina," he said, putting a hand to her face. Then he jumped up and grabbed the phone off the bed. He dialed 911 and gave them the address and quickly told them what happened. He hung up and dropped back down to Kitty's side.
Yugi phased out of him, hand over his mouth in worry. "Yami... is she okay?" he asked, his heart pounding with fear.
Yami pressed his fingers against her wrist again. "Her pulse is weakening by the second," he said, anger and fear in his eyes. "Katrina, fight it... you can't let him win!" he said, touching her face.
"Is there something you can do?" Yugi asked, looking at her.
"She losing blood, Yugi. There's nothing I can do," the spirit replied.
"What about pressure? If you applied pressure to her cuts..." Yami cut off the younger boy.
"There's too many, Yugi! It wouldn't do any good! I can't do anything! Katrina's dying and I can't do anything!" he cried, clenching his fist.
"No! She can't die!" Yugi cried.
"She can and she will if the ambulance doesn't get here in time," Yami replied, his heart beating with fear. After all she had been through and all she had dealt with, she couldn't die now.
Yami pressed his fingers to her wrist again and her pulse was fading fast. Now it was so weak he could barely feel it.
"I should have thought of something sooner," Yami said through clenched teeth. "If she dies it'll be my fault!"
"Yami, no! You did what you could!" Yugi said.
"No! I could have done more! If I had, this wouldn't have happened," he said.
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and soon medics were in the room, lifting Katrina onto a stretcher. Yami stood and watched as they carried her down the stairs.
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a/n: Yeah, uh, these chapters are kinda' depressing. But, uh, if you want to read the end, you have to review, okay?
How was my fight scene? That's the first time I've ever written something like that. Actually, once I finish this fic, that'll be the first story I've ever finished in my entire life! Anyways, I found I couldn't look at the screen while I typed the abusive part. I dunno, maybe it's cause I've never written anything that (horrific?) before. Oh well. Enough of my rambling. Review!
Oh, before we get started with the depressing stuff, let me just tell you... this fic is the fic of the week!! I'm so happy! Hikari Kitten has a weekly thingy she sends to her mailing list and on it is says that "No Words To Describe by Greenwood Dancer" is the "Fic Of The Week!" I'm excited! Thank you Hikari! *beams*
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Katrina had cuts down her arms and back; all of them would need stitches if she got out of this alive. Her father threw her to the ground and leaned over her. He slid the tip of the knife across her chest slowly to drag out the pain. He tore her shirt open and ignored her cries. Her grabbed her face and forced it up towards him. He pressed his lips against hers violently, then pulled away. He ran his knife over her shoulder and down her arm, making her cry out in pain.
He tore away the rest of her shirt and proceeded to run his knife over her stomach and chest. He was bending down to kiss her lips again when he suddenly collapsed on top of her and didn't move. Kitty's eyes were closed but when she felt him get pushed off her, she opened them to see Yami kneeling over her.
"Katrina!" he cried, touching her face.
The floor beneath her was beginning to get stained with her blood and she was fading fast. She looked up at him, giving him a weak smile, before her head rolled to the side and her eyes didn't open again.
"Katrina!" he yelled, grabbing her shoulder and shaking her slightly.
Suddenly, he felt something collide with his head and he was knocked away from her. Yami looked up to see Alan standing over him, the knife in his hand. He was twirling it in his fingers, the blade stained with his daughter's blood. Yami felt anger surge through him and he stood up.
Alan lunged at him with the knife, but Yami grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. He rammed Alan into the wall and lifted his arm that was still behind his back. The older man cried out and dropped the knife. Yami kicked it away, but as his attention was diverted, Alan got free, grabbing him by the throat. Struggling for breath, Yami grabbed his shirt and punched him in the face.
- Yami! What are you doing? - Yugi cried.
- I want him to know the same pain he inflicted on Katrina, - he snarled as he punched Alan in the stomach, causing the older man to stumble backwards, bent over. Yami kneed him in the face.
- Send him to the Shadow Realm! That'll do the same pain, Yami! - Yugi cried desperately.
- Not well enough, - Yami replied.
Alan saw the knife to the side and quickly skidded over and grabbed it. He held it threateningly towards Yami and sneered.
"Do you really want to challenge me? Think about that a minute," Alan said, jabbing the knife in his direction, making Yami jump backwards slightly. "Fool," he sneered.
Yami glared him, his anger growing still. "We'll see who's the fool," he replied as the two of them started to circle each other.
- Yami, be careful! - Yugi said.
Alan swiftly moved forward and slashed Yami's arm, making him grab it in pain. Fury blazed in the pharaoh's eyes as he moved forward, grabbing Alan's wrist that held the knife. He managed to twist it and Alan dropped it once more. Before Kitty's father could pull away, Yami grabbed his thumb and bent it backwards, causing him to scream in pain.
With his other hand, he punched Yami in the stomach, who then stumbled backwards, letting go of Alan. Taking advantage of this moment, Alan grabbed his shirt and punched him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground.
- Yami! Please, just send him to the Shadow Realm! - Yugi begged, but Yami didn't listen.
Yami got up off the floor quickly and saw that Alan once more had his knife in his hand. Alan came at him again and Yami ducked, getting only a small cut across his cheek. He spun around Alan so he was behind him. When Kitty's father turned around, Yami punched him in the face, making him stumble backwards into the bed. He had managed to hit Alan in the nose and he pulled his hand away, bloody.
Before he could move, Yami lunged at him and closed one hand around his throat while the other held Alan's wrist. He dug his fingers into the underside of his wrist and Alan cried out through Yami's choking him. He dropped the knife and Yami kicked it across the floor once again. Alan managed to get enough strength to throw Yami off of him, sending the pharaoh sliding across the floor.
Realizing he was right next to the knife, he grabbed it and stood up. His left sleeve was drenched in his blood now and Alan had blood pouring down from his nose.
Alan laughed at Yami when he held the knife in front of him threateningly. "You don't know how to use that," he said. "Why don't you give it back to it's rightful owner."
"You're not the rightful owner of anything, Lakewood," Yami snarled.
"Fine then," Alan replied. "I can take you down even without it."
He lunged at Yami, who dodged it easily. He grabbed one of Yami's arms, knowing that he could full well stab him. They froze that way for a second, Alan holding on with a death grip and Yami holding the knife above his head, ready to plunge it into his enemy.
- Yami, no! - Yugi cried. - You can't! -
Slowly, Alan began to grin, knowing Yami wouldn't stab him. But, before he could do anything, Yami had slammed him against the wall and had the knife pressed against his throat. Once more they froze, Yami breathing heavily with rage.
"You idiot. You fool. You won't kill me. You don't have the guts," Alan sneered as Yami pressed the knife to his throat harder.
- Yami, please! Don't! This isn't you! - Yugi pleaded.
Yami glared at him one final time. Then, in one swift move, he removed the knife from his throat and slammed Alan's head into the wall. The older man collapsed to the ground and didn't move. Yami kicked him one last time to get his rage out, then remembered Katrina.
He turned and ran back to her, dropping to his knees. She lay in a pool of her own blood and she hadn't moved from the position he had left her in. He immediately grabbed her wrist, pressing his fingers to it. Her pulse was weak, but it was still there.
"Katrina," he said, putting a hand to her face. Then he jumped up and grabbed the phone off the bed. He dialed 911 and gave them the address and quickly told them what happened. He hung up and dropped back down to Kitty's side.
Yugi phased out of him, hand over his mouth in worry. "Yami... is she okay?" he asked, his heart pounding with fear.
Yami pressed his fingers against her wrist again. "Her pulse is weakening by the second," he said, anger and fear in his eyes. "Katrina, fight it... you can't let him win!" he said, touching her face.
"Is there something you can do?" Yugi asked, looking at her.
"She losing blood, Yugi. There's nothing I can do," the spirit replied.
"What about pressure? If you applied pressure to her cuts..." Yami cut off the younger boy.
"There's too many, Yugi! It wouldn't do any good! I can't do anything! Katrina's dying and I can't do anything!" he cried, clenching his fist.
"No! She can't die!" Yugi cried.
"She can and she will if the ambulance doesn't get here in time," Yami replied, his heart beating with fear. After all she had been through and all she had dealt with, she couldn't die now.
Yami pressed his fingers to her wrist again and her pulse was fading fast. Now it was so weak he could barely feel it.
"I should have thought of something sooner," Yami said through clenched teeth. "If she dies it'll be my fault!"
"Yami, no! You did what you could!" Yugi said.
"No! I could have done more! If I had, this wouldn't have happened," he said.
They heard footsteps coming up the stairs and soon medics were in the room, lifting Katrina onto a stretcher. Yami stood and watched as they carried her down the stairs.
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a/n: Yeah, uh, these chapters are kinda' depressing. But, uh, if you want to read the end, you have to review, okay?
How was my fight scene? That's the first time I've ever written something like that. Actually, once I finish this fic, that'll be the first story I've ever finished in my entire life! Anyways, I found I couldn't look at the screen while I typed the abusive part. I dunno, maybe it's cause I've never written anything that (horrific?) before. Oh well. Enough of my rambling. Review!
