Wow . . . how long has it been? Im not even going to start on that
again.Thanks to all of you who have been patient, and unpatient as well . .
.heh so ill shut up because I don't want to delay it anymore
The 18th chapter!!
Disclaimer: this is one thing I didn't miss about writing another chapter.I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!!!!!!!
The thunder continued to echo in the silent, rain-drenched, and almost deserted cemetery. . .
Mokuba stood alone in front of the tombstone with his hair slicked down and his wet bangs covering his
wet eyes. He felt as if the water was trying to drown him as his heart was an iron anchor . . . sinking
lower and lower, getting darker and darker.
He wiped his bangs away from his face.
'When my brother breaks his defenses for a girl . . . he didn't end up like this. Maybe I was meant to be
without a love. Now . . . now I understand why my brother closed his heart up before he met Téa . . . he
knew about this kind of pain. I feel so stupid telling him to open up and get more friends . . .what did I
know about sorrow . . . pain . . .wait!! Mom . . . Dad . . . you left me . . .Alice . . . you left me . . . what
did I do wrong? I loved you all . . . I'm so sorry . . . I'm so sorry . . .'
When Mokuba opened his eyes he found himself sobbing even harder on the tombstone and the rain
hitting him even harder on the back of his head. He stood up and wiped his bangs away from his face
again and whispered,
"I loved you as much as I could, Mom, Dad, Alice"
'And you still left me . . .. I'm moving on.'
He turned around and walked out of the cemetery. His hair was still dripping with rain and his bangs
covered his eyes once again, this time, he didn't brush them away.
* * *
The nurse's trembling hand dropped the thermometer for the third time today. She just stood and stared
at the Mercury dripping out of the broken glass like blood out of a body. The doctor took her out of the
room.
"Are you okay? You look awful, you look like you are going to cry and you're not telling me. Can you
explain this to me as a friend, not as your boss?"
Her blood-shot eyes met his and she was about to open her mouth to speak but he signaled for her not
to speak.
"I'm going to let you have the rest of your night shift off, stay in my office so I can talk to you when I'm
finished taking care of the rest of the patients. I want you to just relax. Okay?"
She weakly nodded and slowly turned around dragging her feet to her boss' office. She found it the same
as it always was . . . paper and a pen on the desk "just in case something comes up" even though
nothing really important comes up. She nervously paced up and down the room and as she glanced at
the clock, she noticed that it was exactly eleven o' clock at night.
'You're going to go crazy if you don't control this. You have to vent it out somehow . . . some how . . ..
There's only one way to end it, once and for all.'
She slowly picked up the phone and dialed 911. A man picked up after the first ring.
"Hello?"
"H-hello."
"Are you okay ma'am is this an emergency?"
"I'm fine . . . I just want to report . . . something. . ."
"Okay . . . wouldn't you rather report it to us in person? Just to insure your safety."
"NO! I-I-I mean no thanks . . . I prefer to remain anonymous."
"Okay then, lady . . . what is it?" the officer glanced at the caller ID and noticed that the call was from
the local hospital and grinned.
"It's about . . . a death."
"Oh! Is that so . . ."
" Uh . . . yes . . . I don't have much information but a little girl died in the hospital recently."
" . . . and you want to report how she died, huh?" the officer said in mid- yawn.
"Y-yes sh-she died." The nurse didn't like his tone and started to get a little angry but was too scared to
even notice her own feelings.
"Look lady, can you please get to the point here?"
"Okay . . ."
". . . well?"
"therewasamanthatpretendedtobeherfatherandhekilledherandhesaidhewouldcomebac k
formeifisaidanythingpleasedon'tellhimisaidanythingiwanthelpithinki'mgoingcra zypleasehelpme!!!"
". . . I see . . . and what is the little girl and her father's name?"
The nurse gasped for breath, "i-i- said . . . he wasn't really her father . . ."
"Oh . . .right . . . yea . . .okay"
"Her name was Alice. I'm sorry I don't know her last name."
"And her murderer?"
"I don't know his last name either . . .it-it's . . . Puh . . . Pee . . . ugh"
"Can you repeat that ma'am?"
This time it seemed like he had something in his mouth.
"PETER!!!! I SAID IT!!!! PETER!!!! I WILL CURSE THAT NAME 'TILL THE DAY I DIE!!!"
"Okay . . . calm down ma'am I'll look into it right now. You just have a good night's sleep and you'll hear
from me by tomorrow."
Before the nurse could say anymore he hung up.
The second the police hung up, he picked up the phone again and dialed another number.
"Hello?"
"It's me.", the police said in a serious tone.
"Anything?"
"Everything.", the police said in a gruff voice.
The voice on the other side of the phone snickered . . .
* * *
The nurse closed her eyes and just sat on the chair motionless for what seemed to be an hour. When she
opened her eyes the pen was on her hand and she started writing:
Children, if you have found this letter, please give it to your daddy, your mommy loves you!!
Dear Love and children,
By the time you find this letter, I will be long gone. Dear, you must never let the children know
what I will be telling you in this letter. In this letter, you will find my last wishes, a reason, and my
farewells.
Tears quickly formed in her eyes, grew heavy, and fell. She didn't bother to wipe it off the paper.
I want you to know that my death was not a reckless murder. It had a story behind it. Do you remember
when I told you about the small, green-haired, female patient that I had that died? Well . . . it was not an
accident. Her father.
The nurse paused for a couple seconds to admire the beautiful tears falling on the paper.
Her father . . . was not her father. He was an imposter. And he took part in her death. What I'm trying to
say is . . . he was not her real father . . . and he killed her.
The second she finished writing that last sentence, one tear fell on the paper that was different from the
rest. It was red. Blood red.
She touched it and she realized it WAS blood. She touched her nose. More blood. She quickly grabbed a
tissue and held it to her nose as she continued with the letter.
He used a syringe that seemed to have something inside that he found by her bedside. I accidently came
in the room when I saw him do it. I am sorry that I could not have saved her. But as I am writing this
letter, my own life is in danger because he told me that he would come after me if I told the police, and I
just reported him about 10 minutes ago.
The hand holding the tissue seemed to be moist so she took a look at it. The tissue was the color of a
prize rose in the spring. She quickly got another tissue and continued writing.
Now, I hope I have cleared a lot of things about my murder. Just remember, I love you and I will always
love you. Tell the children that I have gone to a better place and I still love them and are still watching
over them.
She checked the tissue again and nothing was on it.
You must not tell them about this or their lives might be put in danger, too. Please take good care of
them. I Bid you , Adieu.
She check the tissue once more, and there was a drop of blood. No more.
She added her final touches to the letter and folded it up and put it in her pocket.
'Why am I writing about my death?? The police said he would help! Yet again, he did not sound very
helpful or at all concerned . . . oh well . . . hmm . . . I wonder what time it is.'
She looked up and it was exactly midnight.
'I don't believe it . . . that was only one hour??? Oh well, I guess I'll just sleep for a while until my shift
is over . . .'
She didn't wake up until morning.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The doctor woke her up whispering, "Hey, I received a message for you . . . I'm not going to ask you
anything but the police told you to clean up your office and go home. They will be waiting there to talk to
you. I for one am very confused but as I said before, I will not ask . . . so, goodbye and we might meet
again someday."
His tone sounded sad. She slowly got up and went to her own office mumbling "Bye."
As she carried the boxes to her front door, she took out the letter in an envelope that she found
in her office out of her pocket.
She left all the boxes and the letter on the doorstep. As she unlocked the door, she noticed something
was strange.
She took a couple of steps in and noticed that the kitchen window was broken. Her eyes widened as her
heart started pounding.
The nurse quickly turned around prepared to dash for the door.
It was too late. Peter was there holding THE letter and a knife with the point faced outwards.
She ran into the knife and it dug into her.
At first she couldn't feel anything but slowly, the pain came searing through her body like it was lit on
fire.
He let go of the knife and she fell to her knees. She touched the handle of the knife and slowly, her eyes
looked up. Her eyes met the eyes of her murderer, and the murderer of a sweet innocent girl. Hatred
flared in her eyes and Peter saw it.
Through gritted teeth, she said "Peter"
His eyes seemed to be trying to pierce her, "Oh! You mean the name that you will curse "'till the day
you die"?"
She closed her eyes in pain as she stood up.
Peter quickly hit her face so her head slammed against the wall, "You little bitch!! I warned you!!
And what do you do? I gave you the chance to live, and you threw it away with one stupid useless
phone call . . . it's a good thing I have connections with the police, heh."
His words burned in her ears and it was just too painful for her. She didn't want it to end this way.
She looked at the knife in her body and saw her blood spilled all over the floor. It reminded her of
a . . . thermometer . . ..
She whispered, "Leave the letter alone. Please. Leave it in a dresser in the master bedroom. That is all
I want. Please."
She slowly closed her eyes and laid down on the floor, hand on the knife handle. Then, her hands fell
limp by her side. Without a single word, Peter took the knife out . . .
YAYY!!!! IM ALIVE AGAIN!!!!! I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR REVIEWS SO KEEP 'EM COMING!!! ONE MORE THING!!! I didn't really expect to have another murder, but I had to have something interesting for a comeback after not updating for like half a year. This chapter is a present for all of you fans that are still reading!!! And if you don't like it, you can write it in your review ^_^ juss dunt make it harsh plz heh thanks sooooooo much for all of u!!!! and that includes HERA!!!!! W000TS LETS HAVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR HER!! =D Review!!!!!!! Thanks!! And ill try to update as soon as I have something to do with all the characters like Mokuba - Will he turn cold hearted like his brother was before he met Téa?? Oh yea! And what happened to the happy couple and Kunio?? Keep on R&R to find out!!!! Bye for now!!!!!! ^_^
Disclaimer: this is one thing I didn't miss about writing another chapter.I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH!!!!!!!
The thunder continued to echo in the silent, rain-drenched, and almost deserted cemetery. . .
Mokuba stood alone in front of the tombstone with his hair slicked down and his wet bangs covering his
wet eyes. He felt as if the water was trying to drown him as his heart was an iron anchor . . . sinking
lower and lower, getting darker and darker.
He wiped his bangs away from his face.
'When my brother breaks his defenses for a girl . . . he didn't end up like this. Maybe I was meant to be
without a love. Now . . . now I understand why my brother closed his heart up before he met Téa . . . he
knew about this kind of pain. I feel so stupid telling him to open up and get more friends . . .what did I
know about sorrow . . . pain . . .wait!! Mom . . . Dad . . . you left me . . .Alice . . . you left me . . . what
did I do wrong? I loved you all . . . I'm so sorry . . . I'm so sorry . . .'
When Mokuba opened his eyes he found himself sobbing even harder on the tombstone and the rain
hitting him even harder on the back of his head. He stood up and wiped his bangs away from his face
again and whispered,
"I loved you as much as I could, Mom, Dad, Alice"
'And you still left me . . .. I'm moving on.'
He turned around and walked out of the cemetery. His hair was still dripping with rain and his bangs
covered his eyes once again, this time, he didn't brush them away.
* * *
The nurse's trembling hand dropped the thermometer for the third time today. She just stood and stared
at the Mercury dripping out of the broken glass like blood out of a body. The doctor took her out of the
room.
"Are you okay? You look awful, you look like you are going to cry and you're not telling me. Can you
explain this to me as a friend, not as your boss?"
Her blood-shot eyes met his and she was about to open her mouth to speak but he signaled for her not
to speak.
"I'm going to let you have the rest of your night shift off, stay in my office so I can talk to you when I'm
finished taking care of the rest of the patients. I want you to just relax. Okay?"
She weakly nodded and slowly turned around dragging her feet to her boss' office. She found it the same
as it always was . . . paper and a pen on the desk "just in case something comes up" even though
nothing really important comes up. She nervously paced up and down the room and as she glanced at
the clock, she noticed that it was exactly eleven o' clock at night.
'You're going to go crazy if you don't control this. You have to vent it out somehow . . . some how . . ..
There's only one way to end it, once and for all.'
She slowly picked up the phone and dialed 911. A man picked up after the first ring.
"Hello?"
"H-hello."
"Are you okay ma'am is this an emergency?"
"I'm fine . . . I just want to report . . . something. . ."
"Okay . . . wouldn't you rather report it to us in person? Just to insure your safety."
"NO! I-I-I mean no thanks . . . I prefer to remain anonymous."
"Okay then, lady . . . what is it?" the officer glanced at the caller ID and noticed that the call was from
the local hospital and grinned.
"It's about . . . a death."
"Oh! Is that so . . ."
" Uh . . . yes . . . I don't have much information but a little girl died in the hospital recently."
" . . . and you want to report how she died, huh?" the officer said in mid- yawn.
"Y-yes sh-she died." The nurse didn't like his tone and started to get a little angry but was too scared to
even notice her own feelings.
"Look lady, can you please get to the point here?"
"Okay . . ."
". . . well?"
"therewasamanthatpretendedtobeherfatherandhekilledherandhesaidhewouldcomebac k
formeifisaidanythingpleasedon'tellhimisaidanythingiwanthelpithinki'mgoingcra zypleasehelpme!!!"
". . . I see . . . and what is the little girl and her father's name?"
The nurse gasped for breath, "i-i- said . . . he wasn't really her father . . ."
"Oh . . .right . . . yea . . .okay"
"Her name was Alice. I'm sorry I don't know her last name."
"And her murderer?"
"I don't know his last name either . . .it-it's . . . Puh . . . Pee . . . ugh"
"Can you repeat that ma'am?"
This time it seemed like he had something in his mouth.
"PETER!!!! I SAID IT!!!! PETER!!!! I WILL CURSE THAT NAME 'TILL THE DAY I DIE!!!"
"Okay . . . calm down ma'am I'll look into it right now. You just have a good night's sleep and you'll hear
from me by tomorrow."
Before the nurse could say anymore he hung up.
The second the police hung up, he picked up the phone again and dialed another number.
"Hello?"
"It's me.", the police said in a serious tone.
"Anything?"
"Everything.", the police said in a gruff voice.
The voice on the other side of the phone snickered . . .
* * *
The nurse closed her eyes and just sat on the chair motionless for what seemed to be an hour. When she
opened her eyes the pen was on her hand and she started writing:
Children, if you have found this letter, please give it to your daddy, your mommy loves you!!
Dear Love and children,
By the time you find this letter, I will be long gone. Dear, you must never let the children know
what I will be telling you in this letter. In this letter, you will find my last wishes, a reason, and my
farewells.
Tears quickly formed in her eyes, grew heavy, and fell. She didn't bother to wipe it off the paper.
I want you to know that my death was not a reckless murder. It had a story behind it. Do you remember
when I told you about the small, green-haired, female patient that I had that died? Well . . . it was not an
accident. Her father.
The nurse paused for a couple seconds to admire the beautiful tears falling on the paper.
Her father . . . was not her father. He was an imposter. And he took part in her death. What I'm trying to
say is . . . he was not her real father . . . and he killed her.
The second she finished writing that last sentence, one tear fell on the paper that was different from the
rest. It was red. Blood red.
She touched it and she realized it WAS blood. She touched her nose. More blood. She quickly grabbed a
tissue and held it to her nose as she continued with the letter.
He used a syringe that seemed to have something inside that he found by her bedside. I accidently came
in the room when I saw him do it. I am sorry that I could not have saved her. But as I am writing this
letter, my own life is in danger because he told me that he would come after me if I told the police, and I
just reported him about 10 minutes ago.
The hand holding the tissue seemed to be moist so she took a look at it. The tissue was the color of a
prize rose in the spring. She quickly got another tissue and continued writing.
Now, I hope I have cleared a lot of things about my murder. Just remember, I love you and I will always
love you. Tell the children that I have gone to a better place and I still love them and are still watching
over them.
She checked the tissue again and nothing was on it.
You must not tell them about this or their lives might be put in danger, too. Please take good care of
them. I Bid you , Adieu.
She check the tissue once more, and there was a drop of blood. No more.
She added her final touches to the letter and folded it up and put it in her pocket.
'Why am I writing about my death?? The police said he would help! Yet again, he did not sound very
helpful or at all concerned . . . oh well . . . hmm . . . I wonder what time it is.'
She looked up and it was exactly midnight.
'I don't believe it . . . that was only one hour??? Oh well, I guess I'll just sleep for a while until my shift
is over . . .'
She didn't wake up until morning.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The doctor woke her up whispering, "Hey, I received a message for you . . . I'm not going to ask you
anything but the police told you to clean up your office and go home. They will be waiting there to talk to
you. I for one am very confused but as I said before, I will not ask . . . so, goodbye and we might meet
again someday."
His tone sounded sad. She slowly got up and went to her own office mumbling "Bye."
As she carried the boxes to her front door, she took out the letter in an envelope that she found
in her office out of her pocket.
She left all the boxes and the letter on the doorstep. As she unlocked the door, she noticed something
was strange.
She took a couple of steps in and noticed that the kitchen window was broken. Her eyes widened as her
heart started pounding.
The nurse quickly turned around prepared to dash for the door.
It was too late. Peter was there holding THE letter and a knife with the point faced outwards.
She ran into the knife and it dug into her.
At first she couldn't feel anything but slowly, the pain came searing through her body like it was lit on
fire.
He let go of the knife and she fell to her knees. She touched the handle of the knife and slowly, her eyes
looked up. Her eyes met the eyes of her murderer, and the murderer of a sweet innocent girl. Hatred
flared in her eyes and Peter saw it.
Through gritted teeth, she said "Peter"
His eyes seemed to be trying to pierce her, "Oh! You mean the name that you will curse "'till the day
you die"?"
She closed her eyes in pain as she stood up.
Peter quickly hit her face so her head slammed against the wall, "You little bitch!! I warned you!!
And what do you do? I gave you the chance to live, and you threw it away with one stupid useless
phone call . . . it's a good thing I have connections with the police, heh."
His words burned in her ears and it was just too painful for her. She didn't want it to end this way.
She looked at the knife in her body and saw her blood spilled all over the floor. It reminded her of
a . . . thermometer . . ..
She whispered, "Leave the letter alone. Please. Leave it in a dresser in the master bedroom. That is all
I want. Please."
She slowly closed her eyes and laid down on the floor, hand on the knife handle. Then, her hands fell
limp by her side. Without a single word, Peter took the knife out . . .
YAYY!!!! IM ALIVE AGAIN!!!!! I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR REVIEWS SO KEEP 'EM COMING!!! ONE MORE THING!!! I didn't really expect to have another murder, but I had to have something interesting for a comeback after not updating for like half a year. This chapter is a present for all of you fans that are still reading!!! And if you don't like it, you can write it in your review ^_^ juss dunt make it harsh plz heh thanks sooooooo much for all of u!!!! and that includes HERA!!!!! W000TS LETS HAVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR HER!! =D Review!!!!!!! Thanks!! And ill try to update as soon as I have something to do with all the characters like Mokuba - Will he turn cold hearted like his brother was before he met Téa?? Oh yea! And what happened to the happy couple and Kunio?? Keep on R&R to find out!!!! Bye for now!!!!!! ^_^
