Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. I do own Tiera and I also own a banana. Actually, I stole the banana. But that's okay. It doesn't really matter right now.
Authors Note: Okay, again, I'm sorry for the long wait but...um...let me see...I'm running out of excuses. Okay, it was that gey freak Enrique Ricardo Romero II (oh, I am good, I know his full name). In other words, Rico. Actually, it wasn't him, but I'm going to blame him anyway because he deserves it...yeah...stuff. Right, okay, I might not be able to update for a while (ahem, this time I DO have an excuse) because my cousin is going to have a baby, like, in two days and we have to go visit her. Yahoo. Fun fun fun. Yeah, okay, I'm really not looking forward to it. Her husband scares me. Right, in the mean time, whilst (I love that word) you're waiting for another chapter of this, you can read my other lovely (um...uh...maybe not so lovely) fic entitled "A Songbird Who Sings." It is rather humorous (at least, it made ME laugh) and it was co-written with my lovely chum (hehehe, I'm full of cool words today) Taylor. Anyways, lovely reviews. Erm...review. Cherry Blossom wants me to have at least 15 chapters in this story. I'll try, but they might all be really short. See, I kind of know where I'm going with this one but I don't know how long it's gonna be. I'm going to try to keep it as PG-ish as possible but I'm rating PG-13 just to be safe. And, that's about it so you can read the next chapter...um...this chapter contains some rather strange, gory, and nasty stuff but that's okay because I can UNLEASH MY IMAGINATION AND FREE MY SOUL!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!! And now I need to shut up or else the author's note will be longer than the actual fic.
Chapter 2, Part 2
I trudged through the sand, with what felt like the weight of the world on my mind. The hot sun was beating down on my head. By now, the castle was out of sight, being replaced by waves of sand and a seemingly endless blue sky.
I felt sweat running down my face. My head felt like it was splitting in half. I had been walking for hours with nothing to eat or drink. I was surprised Marik hadn't come after me. But of course, he probably knew I had no idea where Ishizu was. I was just wandering blindly, hoping to come across the right person.
So I continued walking. I could have been going in circles the entire time for all I knew. But I was tired...so very tired...and it was getting harder and harder to stand on my two feet. My legs were growing weak. Finally, I collapsed into the sand.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was moving, somehow. And I wasn't lying in the sand. Instead, I was lying on some blankets. It didn't feel hot anymore. On the contrary, it was pleasantly cool in here.
And then I looked up and saw the last face I wanted to see. Marik.
"So, you decided to run away, did you?" He looked at me expectantly, as though waiting for an answer.
Just when I thought I was free.
"Silly girl." He laughed to himself. "You should have known it wouldn't work."
I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I didn't want to see those eyes ever again. I didn't want to hear his mocking voice.
"Because I have some of your blood in me, I can track you wherever you decide to go."
I tried to push myself up from the blankets. I didn't care what he said. I would keep running.
But Marik just pushed me down again. "Would you like something to drink? You must be really thirsty."
I was. But I wasn't about to admit it to him.
"I asked you a question. I expect an answer. I thought we'd already had this discussion!" He forced my face upward.
At first his eyes appeared malicious, as they always did, but then I noticed a change. For a split second, they turned into the same soft loving eyes that I knew, and then back again. It was as if there were two sides to him, the angel and the devil on his shoulders, both struggling to get out. This struggle continued until the devil won over.
He seemed to notice me looking at him strangely. It may have been a trick of the light, but I thought I saw his angel eyes appear again.
He looked at me. "Tiera, run!" There was a note of urgency in his voice.
What was that supposed to mean? I just gave him a quizzical look.
"Get out of here!"
This time I was certain. There was no cruel tint to his voice. He seemed serious. But I had seen him with angel eyes before, and I wasn't going to trust him. I had learned my lesson about that.
Suddenly, those angel eyes turned back into the same villainous devil eyes I was used to by now.
"I asked you if you would like anything to drink! I expect an answer!" It was just like Marik to make a big deal over something so small.
I didn't want to admit it, but I was very thirsty and it wasn't as if my situation could get any worse so I accepted the glass of water he offered me.
I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I was so tired. After all I had been through in the past night, I just wanted to go to sleep. So, I fell back into the blankets and closed my eyes.
When I woke up, I was somewhere very dark and cold. I was no longer wearing Marik's robe. I was lying on a stone floor in my underwear. My head was pounding. My entire body hurt. He must have drugged me or something.
I tried to sit up, but I was too weak. I couldn't even lift my head. I lay there on the floor for what seemed like hours with no sign of anyone else around.
Suddenly, I heard a door open and heard footsteps approaching me. I couldn't move a muscle in my body.
Marik's face appeared above me. I groaned. I didn't want him anywhere near me.
Marik grabbed the front of my thin cotton shirt and jerked me up to a sitting position. "Do you know why you're here?"
I feebly shook my head no.
"You're here because I'm going to need you to help me." He said this as if he didn't know I was ready to hurt him as badly as I possibly could. "But first I'll need..." He paused and gazed at me with those terrifying eyes. "...more blood. I felt my body freeze in place. Not that I could have moved anyway.
He was still holding onto the front of my shirt and with those frightening words spoken, he literally ripped my shirt off of my body. He then threw my back onto the freezing stone floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make the pain in my head go away. Then, I felt something cold and sharp being pressed against my chest. I opened my eyes. He was holding a knife onto my chest, right below my neck.
His eyes flashed very quickly and then he slowly began to drag the knife down my chest, in between my breasts, and down to the bottom of my ribcage. At first, I didn't feel anything, but a few seconds later the full impact hit me.
It was pain beyond belief. I gasped sharply. It was getting hard to breathe. It felt as though a strip of red-hot metal was covering my entire body.
Marik brought his head closer to my body. He began to lick all of the blood off of my skin, working his way up the enormous gash. He lifted his face to stare at me with his cruel eyes.
The combined impact of the pain in my chest and the sight of Marik with my blood dripping down his chin was enough to make me pass out again.
Authors Note: Yeah, okay, I know that was really short but at least I got it posted! And it's the weekend so I might even get more posted. You never know. Yeah, anyways, that chapter probably wasn't as deep and dark and angsty as it could have been, but I wrote it while listening to songs such as "UP!" by Shania Twain which don't really give you deep, dark, or angsty thoughts. Okay, stuff, yeah. Um...that's about it for this chapter. I will write more. Please don't tell me it sucked if you're not going to give me constructive criticism. Stuff and stuff and stuff and review and all that and see you later!
Until next time, remember kids, blame Rico Suave for all your problems, steer clear of your cousin's husband if you have reason to believe that he's on drugs, and NEVER put your nose in a snake's mouth.
~Jaylen
Authors Note: Okay, again, I'm sorry for the long wait but...um...let me see...I'm running out of excuses. Okay, it was that gey freak Enrique Ricardo Romero II (oh, I am good, I know his full name). In other words, Rico. Actually, it wasn't him, but I'm going to blame him anyway because he deserves it...yeah...stuff. Right, okay, I might not be able to update for a while (ahem, this time I DO have an excuse) because my cousin is going to have a baby, like, in two days and we have to go visit her. Yahoo. Fun fun fun. Yeah, okay, I'm really not looking forward to it. Her husband scares me. Right, in the mean time, whilst (I love that word) you're waiting for another chapter of this, you can read my other lovely (um...uh...maybe not so lovely) fic entitled "A Songbird Who Sings." It is rather humorous (at least, it made ME laugh) and it was co-written with my lovely chum (hehehe, I'm full of cool words today) Taylor. Anyways, lovely reviews. Erm...review. Cherry Blossom wants me to have at least 15 chapters in this story. I'll try, but they might all be really short. See, I kind of know where I'm going with this one but I don't know how long it's gonna be. I'm going to try to keep it as PG-ish as possible but I'm rating PG-13 just to be safe. And, that's about it so you can read the next chapter...um...this chapter contains some rather strange, gory, and nasty stuff but that's okay because I can UNLEASH MY IMAGINATION AND FREE MY SOUL!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!! And now I need to shut up or else the author's note will be longer than the actual fic.
Chapter 2, Part 2
I trudged through the sand, with what felt like the weight of the world on my mind. The hot sun was beating down on my head. By now, the castle was out of sight, being replaced by waves of sand and a seemingly endless blue sky.
I felt sweat running down my face. My head felt like it was splitting in half. I had been walking for hours with nothing to eat or drink. I was surprised Marik hadn't come after me. But of course, he probably knew I had no idea where Ishizu was. I was just wandering blindly, hoping to come across the right person.
So I continued walking. I could have been going in circles the entire time for all I knew. But I was tired...so very tired...and it was getting harder and harder to stand on my two feet. My legs were growing weak. Finally, I collapsed into the sand.
I slowly opened my eyes. I was moving, somehow. And I wasn't lying in the sand. Instead, I was lying on some blankets. It didn't feel hot anymore. On the contrary, it was pleasantly cool in here.
And then I looked up and saw the last face I wanted to see. Marik.
"So, you decided to run away, did you?" He looked at me expectantly, as though waiting for an answer.
Just when I thought I was free.
"Silly girl." He laughed to himself. "You should have known it wouldn't work."
I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I didn't want to see those eyes ever again. I didn't want to hear his mocking voice.
"Because I have some of your blood in me, I can track you wherever you decide to go."
I tried to push myself up from the blankets. I didn't care what he said. I would keep running.
But Marik just pushed me down again. "Would you like something to drink? You must be really thirsty."
I was. But I wasn't about to admit it to him.
"I asked you a question. I expect an answer. I thought we'd already had this discussion!" He forced my face upward.
At first his eyes appeared malicious, as they always did, but then I noticed a change. For a split second, they turned into the same soft loving eyes that I knew, and then back again. It was as if there were two sides to him, the angel and the devil on his shoulders, both struggling to get out. This struggle continued until the devil won over.
He seemed to notice me looking at him strangely. It may have been a trick of the light, but I thought I saw his angel eyes appear again.
He looked at me. "Tiera, run!" There was a note of urgency in his voice.
What was that supposed to mean? I just gave him a quizzical look.
"Get out of here!"
This time I was certain. There was no cruel tint to his voice. He seemed serious. But I had seen him with angel eyes before, and I wasn't going to trust him. I had learned my lesson about that.
Suddenly, those angel eyes turned back into the same villainous devil eyes I was used to by now.
"I asked you if you would like anything to drink! I expect an answer!" It was just like Marik to make a big deal over something so small.
I didn't want to admit it, but I was very thirsty and it wasn't as if my situation could get any worse so I accepted the glass of water he offered me.
I felt my eyelids getting heavy. I was so tired. After all I had been through in the past night, I just wanted to go to sleep. So, I fell back into the blankets and closed my eyes.
When I woke up, I was somewhere very dark and cold. I was no longer wearing Marik's robe. I was lying on a stone floor in my underwear. My head was pounding. My entire body hurt. He must have drugged me or something.
I tried to sit up, but I was too weak. I couldn't even lift my head. I lay there on the floor for what seemed like hours with no sign of anyone else around.
Suddenly, I heard a door open and heard footsteps approaching me. I couldn't move a muscle in my body.
Marik's face appeared above me. I groaned. I didn't want him anywhere near me.
Marik grabbed the front of my thin cotton shirt and jerked me up to a sitting position. "Do you know why you're here?"
I feebly shook my head no.
"You're here because I'm going to need you to help me." He said this as if he didn't know I was ready to hurt him as badly as I possibly could. "But first I'll need..." He paused and gazed at me with those terrifying eyes. "...more blood. I felt my body freeze in place. Not that I could have moved anyway.
He was still holding onto the front of my shirt and with those frightening words spoken, he literally ripped my shirt off of my body. He then threw my back onto the freezing stone floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to make the pain in my head go away. Then, I felt something cold and sharp being pressed against my chest. I opened my eyes. He was holding a knife onto my chest, right below my neck.
His eyes flashed very quickly and then he slowly began to drag the knife down my chest, in between my breasts, and down to the bottom of my ribcage. At first, I didn't feel anything, but a few seconds later the full impact hit me.
It was pain beyond belief. I gasped sharply. It was getting hard to breathe. It felt as though a strip of red-hot metal was covering my entire body.
Marik brought his head closer to my body. He began to lick all of the blood off of my skin, working his way up the enormous gash. He lifted his face to stare at me with his cruel eyes.
The combined impact of the pain in my chest and the sight of Marik with my blood dripping down his chin was enough to make me pass out again.
Authors Note: Yeah, okay, I know that was really short but at least I got it posted! And it's the weekend so I might even get more posted. You never know. Yeah, anyways, that chapter probably wasn't as deep and dark and angsty as it could have been, but I wrote it while listening to songs such as "UP!" by Shania Twain which don't really give you deep, dark, or angsty thoughts. Okay, stuff, yeah. Um...that's about it for this chapter. I will write more. Please don't tell me it sucked if you're not going to give me constructive criticism. Stuff and stuff and stuff and review and all that and see you later!
Until next time, remember kids, blame Rico Suave for all your problems, steer clear of your cousin's husband if you have reason to believe that he's on drugs, and NEVER put your nose in a snake's mouth.
~Jaylen