Chapter 4- Tying loose ends
It was basically a stand off between a deranged young woman and a man with a gun. The guy in the middle did not move an inch, for Chikara was pressing the dagger dangerously close against his partly trembling neck.
"Listen, ma'am, we're sorry-I'M sorry 'bout the deaths of your parents. Couldn't we just talk about this? Man to man? ER! Man to woman?" asked Kale shakily as he tried keeping his neck away from the blade.
Chikara hissed and pressed the blade flatly against his neck. "One more word or move and I will turn this into your neck, letting you bleed to death."
The man with the gun adjusted his grip on the trigger then fired, shooting his friend right in the chest while Chikara immediately jumped out of the way. The other man gasped sharply then his body went limp and fell in a crumpled heap on the ground. There was a small pool of blood growing on the floor from his wound as the other man reloaded the gun. Chikara looked at the dead man then raised her gaze back to the barrel of the gun.
The man grinned in a cocky manner and aimed the gun at Chikara, aiming carefully and ever so slowly.
"I did not need him anyways," he said slyly.
He then shot the oil lamp, spewing lit oil everywhere, making the dried crates catch fire quickly. The man took the chance to escape and soon smoke and fire was everywhere. Chikara bit the end of the dagger lightly and looked around at all of the flames nervously. In each group of flames, she saw visions from her past as they seemed to be jumping out at her. She shifted her eyes around the burning room and the visions got worse.
Malik paced extremely nervously in the living room of Chikara's house while the others were talking.
'What are those fools waiting for?" he cursed to himself silently. 'Are they waiting until she actually kills someone? If they wait for that, then she'll try to slaughter the damned city!'
Malik was so deep in his thoughts; he did not notice that his darker half had materialized behind him, smirking in the most sinister way. He grabbed Malik's shoulder and spun him around, enjoying the look of alarm on his light's face.
"Now," said Yami Malik quietly. "You be a good boy and keep your pathetic mouth shut."
Malik pulled back from him and watched Yami Malik warily.
"First of all, that girl will not get very far without food; being more or less a mortal in her case. Second of all, as you recall, the spirit of her millennium item has....what would you call it...combined souls with Chikara, become one. She is no longer the girl that you've known, she is something else. More dangerous." Explained Yami Malik, as he smirked at the last words.
Malik's eyebrow twitched slightly as his darker half reminded him of what was to come. 'How did he escape and what is his reason for coming out now?.........he seems so....calm'
Yami Malik took a step towards his light half and poked his chest with one finger. "You are going to stay silent and mention nothing to the others. You will not let them leave this property until I return or you especially will regret it. No one comes in or out, understand, boy?"
Malik grit his teeth lightly and nodded. He watched his darker half walk over to the window slowly, looking out at the street with half closed eyes. The millennium rod glowed in his hands as a shadow-like fog started to engulf him.
He slowly looked back at Malik, smirking evilly. "Do not double-cross me, boy." Then he disappeared, with wisps of shadows floating away into nothing.
Malik sighed nervously and pushed his blonde hair out of his face. He saw Isis head towards the front door and he ran in front of her, blocking the door off. Isis raised an eyebrow and looked at her younger brother.
"Malik, we do not have time to play. We have to find Chikara before something happens." She said as she pushed him away from the door.
Malik twitched a bit and quickly thought of something to prevent her from leaving. From the kitchen doorway, he saw the others starting to gather and look at him in confusion. He took out the millennium rod and exposed the knife from it. Malik then pointed it at Isis's neck with a trembling hand.
"You cannot leave," he said slowly, not forgetting what his darker half said.
Isis stepped back cautiously and eyed her brother with concern.
"You cannot leave," he repeated as he locked the door. "Not yet."
Meanwhile, back at the burning warehouse, fire officials were trying to get close and put out the blaze. One firefighter saw a shadow run away from the warehouse and he was preparing to chop the door open with an axe and check if anyone else was in there. He grabbed the fire axe and walked up to the door, raising it above his head. He was about to swing it down when he saw the door slowly open and a figure, that was hard to see in the smoke, seemed to be looking at him and then walked deeper into the burning warehouse. He blinked the brought the axe back down.
"What are you doing over there?" yelled another firefighter impatiently, "We need more help over here!"
"Uh...right! I'm coming right over!" replied the man as he looked at the doorway once more then dropped the axe and ran over to his comrades.
Yami Malik smirked at the man's stupidity and walked towards the center of the warehouse, avoiding the burning crates and falling timber from the rafters. He stopped for a moment and spotted Chikara, lying on her stomach and she looked unconscious.
"A little smoke inhalation cannot do too much damage," said Yami Malik to himself as he walked in front of her.
He slid the toes of his right boot under her chin and tilted her head up a bit. He studied her face for a moment then took his foot away slowly, resting her head back on the ground.
"Heh, she's alright." Said Yami Malik out loud as he picked Chikara up by her waist and slung her over her shoulder.
"Now," he said as he looked around the burning room. "Where can I hide from the view of the soul stealer and my light...until my plan is fulfilled..."
Yami Malik shifted his weight and walked over to the same door that he passed. He opened it and walked out, not seeing anyone paying attention to him. He stopped in the middle of the road and a car screeched to a stop, holding an angry driver.
"What the hell are you doing, you lunatic?!" yelled the man angrily from the open car door window. "Get out of the way!"
Yami Malik just smirked and took the millennium rod from his belt, then pointed it at the man.
"Well what do you know," said Yami Malik as he smirked slowly. "Be a good mortal and drive us to an abandoned place, away from here."
The driver complied under the influence of the millennium rod and drove the two to an old and evicted apartment building near the edge of the city. Yami Malik stepped out of the vehicle carrying Chikara in his arms and ordered the man to drive away. He kicked the old front door open and walked inside, looking around the dusty and dark building. There was some furniture that was covered in white sheets, probably forgotten. He walked up the first flight of stairs and entered one of the rooms.
Chikara turned her head to the side and felt the material of Yami Malik's shirt touching her face. She slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head back, seeing him look down at her. She pushed away from him roughly but ended up falling onto the floor with sore elbows. She coughed a few times and winced a bit as her throat and chest burned. She then tried to crawl away to the other side of the room but Yami Malik grabbed her hair.
"Stay put, girl!" he hissed as he tilted her head back. "You aren't going anywhere."
Chikara growled slightly and tried to pull her head away, only to get a hard slap on the head.
"I said still," said Yami Malik as he more or less dragged her over to a chair and made her sit down. "Now you listen to me. You have no idea in Ra what you are doing, do you?"
Chikara stayed silent and watched him very carefully with her eyes.
Yami Malik smirked once again. "Just as I thought. You need a few lessons in pure cruelty."
He looked around the room, and then walked back towards the door.
"You stay put," he added. "I will be back with something for you to drink."
He left and Chikara looked around the dark and musty room semi-nervously. She stood up and walked over to a boarded up window. She took the glaive; the weapon strapped to her back, and stabbed the blade in the crack between two boards. The weapon was still warm from the fire but she managed to pull a board off. She tossed the rotting piece of wood to the side and it clanked loudly on the cold cement floor as she took a glance outside. She rubbed some of the dust that covered the broken window and looked upon the abandoned street.
There was a child's laugh coming from the other side of the street and a small child and her parents walked down the street happily, ignoring how empty the neighborhood was. Chikara growled and tightened her grip around the edge of one of the boards on the window, as she observed the perfect and complete family walk.
"It's not fair..." she said to herself quietly. "Fate is not fair to my soul..."
Tears started to gather at the edges of her eyes and she lowered her gaze to the ground.
"Why does everything go wrong," she said a bit louder, a hint of anger in her words.
She started to get very jealous of the little family and she pulled the glaive back and stabbed the window, breaking most of what was left of the broken pane of glass. At the moment, Yami Malik had returned with a pitcher of water and he calmly put it on a covered table. He silently walked over to Chikara and slid a piece of the millennium rod off from the rest of the item, showing the knife. He grabbed her tightly from behind and pointed the sharp end of the blade at her neck.
"I told you to be still," he whispered in her ear. "Now stop acting in that manner and you will listen what I have to say and teach you."
Chikara slowly looked at Yami Malik out of the corner of her eye and growled slightly. She turned her gaze back towards the open window and saw the small family looking at the window in fear, and starting to run away.
'It's not fair,' she thought to herself silently, 'No one should have a good life because of the sacrifices that were made...'
It was basically a stand off between a deranged young woman and a man with a gun. The guy in the middle did not move an inch, for Chikara was pressing the dagger dangerously close against his partly trembling neck.
"Listen, ma'am, we're sorry-I'M sorry 'bout the deaths of your parents. Couldn't we just talk about this? Man to man? ER! Man to woman?" asked Kale shakily as he tried keeping his neck away from the blade.
Chikara hissed and pressed the blade flatly against his neck. "One more word or move and I will turn this into your neck, letting you bleed to death."
The man with the gun adjusted his grip on the trigger then fired, shooting his friend right in the chest while Chikara immediately jumped out of the way. The other man gasped sharply then his body went limp and fell in a crumpled heap on the ground. There was a small pool of blood growing on the floor from his wound as the other man reloaded the gun. Chikara looked at the dead man then raised her gaze back to the barrel of the gun.
The man grinned in a cocky manner and aimed the gun at Chikara, aiming carefully and ever so slowly.
"I did not need him anyways," he said slyly.
He then shot the oil lamp, spewing lit oil everywhere, making the dried crates catch fire quickly. The man took the chance to escape and soon smoke and fire was everywhere. Chikara bit the end of the dagger lightly and looked around at all of the flames nervously. In each group of flames, she saw visions from her past as they seemed to be jumping out at her. She shifted her eyes around the burning room and the visions got worse.
Malik paced extremely nervously in the living room of Chikara's house while the others were talking.
'What are those fools waiting for?" he cursed to himself silently. 'Are they waiting until she actually kills someone? If they wait for that, then she'll try to slaughter the damned city!'
Malik was so deep in his thoughts; he did not notice that his darker half had materialized behind him, smirking in the most sinister way. He grabbed Malik's shoulder and spun him around, enjoying the look of alarm on his light's face.
"Now," said Yami Malik quietly. "You be a good boy and keep your pathetic mouth shut."
Malik pulled back from him and watched Yami Malik warily.
"First of all, that girl will not get very far without food; being more or less a mortal in her case. Second of all, as you recall, the spirit of her millennium item has....what would you call it...combined souls with Chikara, become one. She is no longer the girl that you've known, she is something else. More dangerous." Explained Yami Malik, as he smirked at the last words.
Malik's eyebrow twitched slightly as his darker half reminded him of what was to come. 'How did he escape and what is his reason for coming out now?.........he seems so....calm'
Yami Malik took a step towards his light half and poked his chest with one finger. "You are going to stay silent and mention nothing to the others. You will not let them leave this property until I return or you especially will regret it. No one comes in or out, understand, boy?"
Malik grit his teeth lightly and nodded. He watched his darker half walk over to the window slowly, looking out at the street with half closed eyes. The millennium rod glowed in his hands as a shadow-like fog started to engulf him.
He slowly looked back at Malik, smirking evilly. "Do not double-cross me, boy." Then he disappeared, with wisps of shadows floating away into nothing.
Malik sighed nervously and pushed his blonde hair out of his face. He saw Isis head towards the front door and he ran in front of her, blocking the door off. Isis raised an eyebrow and looked at her younger brother.
"Malik, we do not have time to play. We have to find Chikara before something happens." She said as she pushed him away from the door.
Malik twitched a bit and quickly thought of something to prevent her from leaving. From the kitchen doorway, he saw the others starting to gather and look at him in confusion. He took out the millennium rod and exposed the knife from it. Malik then pointed it at Isis's neck with a trembling hand.
"You cannot leave," he said slowly, not forgetting what his darker half said.
Isis stepped back cautiously and eyed her brother with concern.
"You cannot leave," he repeated as he locked the door. "Not yet."
Meanwhile, back at the burning warehouse, fire officials were trying to get close and put out the blaze. One firefighter saw a shadow run away from the warehouse and he was preparing to chop the door open with an axe and check if anyone else was in there. He grabbed the fire axe and walked up to the door, raising it above his head. He was about to swing it down when he saw the door slowly open and a figure, that was hard to see in the smoke, seemed to be looking at him and then walked deeper into the burning warehouse. He blinked the brought the axe back down.
"What are you doing over there?" yelled another firefighter impatiently, "We need more help over here!"
"Uh...right! I'm coming right over!" replied the man as he looked at the doorway once more then dropped the axe and ran over to his comrades.
Yami Malik smirked at the man's stupidity and walked towards the center of the warehouse, avoiding the burning crates and falling timber from the rafters. He stopped for a moment and spotted Chikara, lying on her stomach and she looked unconscious.
"A little smoke inhalation cannot do too much damage," said Yami Malik to himself as he walked in front of her.
He slid the toes of his right boot under her chin and tilted her head up a bit. He studied her face for a moment then took his foot away slowly, resting her head back on the ground.
"Heh, she's alright." Said Yami Malik out loud as he picked Chikara up by her waist and slung her over her shoulder.
"Now," he said as he looked around the burning room. "Where can I hide from the view of the soul stealer and my light...until my plan is fulfilled..."
Yami Malik shifted his weight and walked over to the same door that he passed. He opened it and walked out, not seeing anyone paying attention to him. He stopped in the middle of the road and a car screeched to a stop, holding an angry driver.
"What the hell are you doing, you lunatic?!" yelled the man angrily from the open car door window. "Get out of the way!"
Yami Malik just smirked and took the millennium rod from his belt, then pointed it at the man.
"Well what do you know," said Yami Malik as he smirked slowly. "Be a good mortal and drive us to an abandoned place, away from here."
The driver complied under the influence of the millennium rod and drove the two to an old and evicted apartment building near the edge of the city. Yami Malik stepped out of the vehicle carrying Chikara in his arms and ordered the man to drive away. He kicked the old front door open and walked inside, looking around the dusty and dark building. There was some furniture that was covered in white sheets, probably forgotten. He walked up the first flight of stairs and entered one of the rooms.
Chikara turned her head to the side and felt the material of Yami Malik's shirt touching her face. She slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head back, seeing him look down at her. She pushed away from him roughly but ended up falling onto the floor with sore elbows. She coughed a few times and winced a bit as her throat and chest burned. She then tried to crawl away to the other side of the room but Yami Malik grabbed her hair.
"Stay put, girl!" he hissed as he tilted her head back. "You aren't going anywhere."
Chikara growled slightly and tried to pull her head away, only to get a hard slap on the head.
"I said still," said Yami Malik as he more or less dragged her over to a chair and made her sit down. "Now you listen to me. You have no idea in Ra what you are doing, do you?"
Chikara stayed silent and watched him very carefully with her eyes.
Yami Malik smirked once again. "Just as I thought. You need a few lessons in pure cruelty."
He looked around the room, and then walked back towards the door.
"You stay put," he added. "I will be back with something for you to drink."
He left and Chikara looked around the dark and musty room semi-nervously. She stood up and walked over to a boarded up window. She took the glaive; the weapon strapped to her back, and stabbed the blade in the crack between two boards. The weapon was still warm from the fire but she managed to pull a board off. She tossed the rotting piece of wood to the side and it clanked loudly on the cold cement floor as she took a glance outside. She rubbed some of the dust that covered the broken window and looked upon the abandoned street.
There was a child's laugh coming from the other side of the street and a small child and her parents walked down the street happily, ignoring how empty the neighborhood was. Chikara growled and tightened her grip around the edge of one of the boards on the window, as she observed the perfect and complete family walk.
"It's not fair..." she said to herself quietly. "Fate is not fair to my soul..."
Tears started to gather at the edges of her eyes and she lowered her gaze to the ground.
"Why does everything go wrong," she said a bit louder, a hint of anger in her words.
She started to get very jealous of the little family and she pulled the glaive back and stabbed the window, breaking most of what was left of the broken pane of glass. At the moment, Yami Malik had returned with a pitcher of water and he calmly put it on a covered table. He silently walked over to Chikara and slid a piece of the millennium rod off from the rest of the item, showing the knife. He grabbed her tightly from behind and pointed the sharp end of the blade at her neck.
"I told you to be still," he whispered in her ear. "Now stop acting in that manner and you will listen what I have to say and teach you."
Chikara slowly looked at Yami Malik out of the corner of her eye and growled slightly. She turned her gaze back towards the open window and saw the small family looking at the window in fear, and starting to run away.
'It's not fair,' she thought to herself silently, 'No one should have a good life because of the sacrifices that were made...'
