Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I do own Tiera, Natara, Xolani, and Monifa.
Authors Note: Okay, this is the last chapter. It's kind of weird. Another thing. To my lovely reviewer, cherry blossom, Marik IS NOT nice. He's faking it. Marik is never nice. He just needs an excuse to send her to the Shadow Realm. Right, so, that being said, here's the last chapter.
"What? But Marik, you never sacrificed anyone!" I looked at him. Was he out of his mind, or just playing with mine?
He raised his head to look at me. His eyes darkened. I felt my body begin to tremble. His eyes were so incredibly menacing. "Tiera, I killed Natara and Xolani."
I felt my body go limp. I felt dizzy. I sunk to the floor and buried my face in his robe that was lying on the ground. "You...you k-killed...no, you didn't."
This couldn't be true. It couldn't be real. Marik wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but he would never murder his own children. It was just some cruel prank, a joke. No one was that heartless.
Marik crawled down off the bed. He jerked my chin up so I was looking right at him. "Yes I did. I killed them both." His voice was emotionless. As if killing two innocent children, much less your own innocent children, was nothing. Like it was something he did every day.
"No, you couldn't have!" I cried desperately. I didn't want this to be real. "Because you were no where near the pond the day that Natara drowned. I know, you were in your room. And Xolani just got sick. And you were with me the day she died. The whole time, you were with me. So you couldn't have-"
"But I did. I poisoned Xolani. The poison made it look like she got sick and died. Then all I had to do was take her soul and put it inside of me. Then I was immortal."
I stared up at him. "How could you! Marik, she was only three weeks old when she got sick! You didn't even give her a chance to live! If you expect me to ever forgive you for this-" Wasn't it ironic that I, who despised life itself more than anything else in the world and would give anything for death, was angry at Marik for not giving life to someone? But then again, life is good if it only lasts 70 or 80 years. After that, it's not worth living.
"I don't. And that's why I named her. Xolani means 'please forgive' and I knew you wouldn't forgive me." He turned his head and stared out the window. "I did feel a little guilty for sacrificing her at such a young age, but I really had no choice if I was to gain control of the world." He turned his icy gaze back on me.
"You killed her so you could live forever! You are so selfish. Do you care about anyone but yourself?" I didn't expect an answer to this question. I didn't want one. Instead, I lunged at him. I hated him. With all my heart, I hated him. And I wanted to hurt him, so badly. I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't.
But he just grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground. He moved his head until it was an inch from my face. "Yes, actually, I did care about someone. You see, I was already planning all this before Monifa was born. I was actually going to sacrifice her first, but as soon as I saw her, I knew I couldn't. Because I loved her. And I wanted to make her immortal too, so that she could stay with me, but after Xolani's death, you refused to have any more children." His eyes flashed. I closed mine. "So I was stuck with you for the rest of eternity."
"So you were actually going to kill another child if we had one?" I could not believe this.
"Yes...but Tiera. You never asked how I killed Natara. Don't you want to know?"
"Marik, you didn't kill her! She drowned! It was nobody's fault!" By now I was getting hysterical. I broke out into a cold sweat. I began to shiver. If he had killed Natara, I didn't want to know. I didn't want to hear anymore. Sometimes the truth just hurts too much.
"Oh, I killed her all right. And I was proud of it too." He sat up. "It was one of my more ingenious ideas, you see. If a poor little 3-year-old who didn't know any better somehow managed to wander off and accidentally fall in the pond, no one could blame Marik."
He seized the front of my shirt and yanked me up to a sitting position. "You know that with the Millennium Rod, I have the power to control someone's mind, right? So all I had to do was take Natara's mind under my control and lead her off to the water. Clever idea, don't you think? Then, it was just a matter of taking her soul and transferring it to you."
I hugged my knees up to my chest. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. My entire body began shaking. I was so angry at Marik.
"Oh, you poor thing, are you cold?" He asked, his voice full of sarcastic warmth. "Here, put this on." He draped his robe over my shoulders.
I felt hate boiling up inside me. Hate as I'd never felt it before. To know that Marik had done something this terrible, this cruel, this evil, was too much for me to handle.
Back before I became immortal, I was an innocent, carefree child. But now I didn't know what I was. All I knew was that I hated Marik. I hated him with every fiber of my being.
Hot anger seeped through my veins. I wanted to kill him, but then again, he didn't deserve death. Death was the one thing I wanted more than anything. I wanted to die. I'd give anything to die.
I remember the day Marik told me I would live forever. He had never asked me if I wanted to or not. He had just come up to me and said that I would remain 22 years old for eternity. And I didn't want that.
"Marik, Ishizu will hear about this you know!" It wasn't as if she could do anything, but it was better than keeping it all a secret.
"No, she won't. Thank you so much for reminding me. You know too much already." His eyes got that evil glint in them again.
I pulled his robe over my body, as though I could hide in it.
"If I could, I would kill you, but, seeing as that's not an option, I only have two left."
Don't tell me what the options are. I didn't want to know.
"I could just lock you up and keep everyone but me away from you...but that's not much fun when I could send you to the Shadow Realm." He laughed. That terrible, cold, cruel laugh that sent shivers up and down my spine.
The Shadow Realm. I had never been. But I had heard it was terrible. The most terrible place that anyone could ever go.
Marik reached over to grasp his Millennium Rod. And I didn't doubt that he would send me. I was terrified.
For a split second, I just sat there, not breathing. But then I jumped to my feet. Gone were the days when Marik could do whatever he wanted with me. I was Tiera. I was not just a woman. And I was not going to stay here and let him send me to the Shadow Realm. I was stronger than that.
So my eyes quickly scanned the room for some sort of escape. And then I saw it. The window. It was open. I knew it was probably at least a five story drop into the sand, but I couldn't die. And believe me, I'd tried suicide before. It didn't work.
I darted over to the window and before I could think twice, I threw myself over the edge. For a moment, as I felt the air rush by me, I knew that I was free.
So long, Marik. Remember me?
Authors Note: Yay, I'm finished. Okay, I didn't like that story much, but I had to write it because I'm a big gey. Anyway, that was just a short, depressing story that I got the idea for from the song "A Broken Wing" by Martina McBride. Yay for me. Yay for Martina McBride. I'm finished.
Authors Note: Okay, this is the last chapter. It's kind of weird. Another thing. To my lovely reviewer, cherry blossom, Marik IS NOT nice. He's faking it. Marik is never nice. He just needs an excuse to send her to the Shadow Realm. Right, so, that being said, here's the last chapter.
"What? But Marik, you never sacrificed anyone!" I looked at him. Was he out of his mind, or just playing with mine?
He raised his head to look at me. His eyes darkened. I felt my body begin to tremble. His eyes were so incredibly menacing. "Tiera, I killed Natara and Xolani."
I felt my body go limp. I felt dizzy. I sunk to the floor and buried my face in his robe that was lying on the ground. "You...you k-killed...no, you didn't."
This couldn't be true. It couldn't be real. Marik wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but he would never murder his own children. It was just some cruel prank, a joke. No one was that heartless.
Marik crawled down off the bed. He jerked my chin up so I was looking right at him. "Yes I did. I killed them both." His voice was emotionless. As if killing two innocent children, much less your own innocent children, was nothing. Like it was something he did every day.
"No, you couldn't have!" I cried desperately. I didn't want this to be real. "Because you were no where near the pond the day that Natara drowned. I know, you were in your room. And Xolani just got sick. And you were with me the day she died. The whole time, you were with me. So you couldn't have-"
"But I did. I poisoned Xolani. The poison made it look like she got sick and died. Then all I had to do was take her soul and put it inside of me. Then I was immortal."
I stared up at him. "How could you! Marik, she was only three weeks old when she got sick! You didn't even give her a chance to live! If you expect me to ever forgive you for this-" Wasn't it ironic that I, who despised life itself more than anything else in the world and would give anything for death, was angry at Marik for not giving life to someone? But then again, life is good if it only lasts 70 or 80 years. After that, it's not worth living.
"I don't. And that's why I named her. Xolani means 'please forgive' and I knew you wouldn't forgive me." He turned his head and stared out the window. "I did feel a little guilty for sacrificing her at such a young age, but I really had no choice if I was to gain control of the world." He turned his icy gaze back on me.
"You killed her so you could live forever! You are so selfish. Do you care about anyone but yourself?" I didn't expect an answer to this question. I didn't want one. Instead, I lunged at him. I hated him. With all my heart, I hated him. And I wanted to hurt him, so badly. I wanted to kill him, but I couldn't.
But he just grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground. He moved his head until it was an inch from my face. "Yes, actually, I did care about someone. You see, I was already planning all this before Monifa was born. I was actually going to sacrifice her first, but as soon as I saw her, I knew I couldn't. Because I loved her. And I wanted to make her immortal too, so that she could stay with me, but after Xolani's death, you refused to have any more children." His eyes flashed. I closed mine. "So I was stuck with you for the rest of eternity."
"So you were actually going to kill another child if we had one?" I could not believe this.
"Yes...but Tiera. You never asked how I killed Natara. Don't you want to know?"
"Marik, you didn't kill her! She drowned! It was nobody's fault!" By now I was getting hysterical. I broke out into a cold sweat. I began to shiver. If he had killed Natara, I didn't want to know. I didn't want to hear anymore. Sometimes the truth just hurts too much.
"Oh, I killed her all right. And I was proud of it too." He sat up. "It was one of my more ingenious ideas, you see. If a poor little 3-year-old who didn't know any better somehow managed to wander off and accidentally fall in the pond, no one could blame Marik."
He seized the front of my shirt and yanked me up to a sitting position. "You know that with the Millennium Rod, I have the power to control someone's mind, right? So all I had to do was take Natara's mind under my control and lead her off to the water. Clever idea, don't you think? Then, it was just a matter of taking her soul and transferring it to you."
I hugged my knees up to my chest. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. My entire body began shaking. I was so angry at Marik.
"Oh, you poor thing, are you cold?" He asked, his voice full of sarcastic warmth. "Here, put this on." He draped his robe over my shoulders.
I felt hate boiling up inside me. Hate as I'd never felt it before. To know that Marik had done something this terrible, this cruel, this evil, was too much for me to handle.
Back before I became immortal, I was an innocent, carefree child. But now I didn't know what I was. All I knew was that I hated Marik. I hated him with every fiber of my being.
Hot anger seeped through my veins. I wanted to kill him, but then again, he didn't deserve death. Death was the one thing I wanted more than anything. I wanted to die. I'd give anything to die.
I remember the day Marik told me I would live forever. He had never asked me if I wanted to or not. He had just come up to me and said that I would remain 22 years old for eternity. And I didn't want that.
"Marik, Ishizu will hear about this you know!" It wasn't as if she could do anything, but it was better than keeping it all a secret.
"No, she won't. Thank you so much for reminding me. You know too much already." His eyes got that evil glint in them again.
I pulled his robe over my body, as though I could hide in it.
"If I could, I would kill you, but, seeing as that's not an option, I only have two left."
Don't tell me what the options are. I didn't want to know.
"I could just lock you up and keep everyone but me away from you...but that's not much fun when I could send you to the Shadow Realm." He laughed. That terrible, cold, cruel laugh that sent shivers up and down my spine.
The Shadow Realm. I had never been. But I had heard it was terrible. The most terrible place that anyone could ever go.
Marik reached over to grasp his Millennium Rod. And I didn't doubt that he would send me. I was terrified.
For a split second, I just sat there, not breathing. But then I jumped to my feet. Gone were the days when Marik could do whatever he wanted with me. I was Tiera. I was not just a woman. And I was not going to stay here and let him send me to the Shadow Realm. I was stronger than that.
So my eyes quickly scanned the room for some sort of escape. And then I saw it. The window. It was open. I knew it was probably at least a five story drop into the sand, but I couldn't die. And believe me, I'd tried suicide before. It didn't work.
I darted over to the window and before I could think twice, I threw myself over the edge. For a moment, as I felt the air rush by me, I knew that I was free.
So long, Marik. Remember me?
Authors Note: Yay, I'm finished. Okay, I didn't like that story much, but I had to write it because I'm a big gey. Anyway, that was just a short, depressing story that I got the idea for from the song "A Broken Wing" by Martina McBride. Yay for me. Yay for Martina McBride. I'm finished.