oos: Hi, everyone! I actually wrote this chapter while I was in math class.
I had all the time in the world (HAHAHAHA! anyway...) so I think it's quite
good. Unfortunately, I left it in my locker on Thursday, so that's why I
couldn't update until today - MONDAY! :D Hope you like this chappie!
The Attempt
Marik returned to Alex's room about two hours later, intending to attempt to comfort her. He reached out a finger to open the doors, then hesitated.
"Hello, Alex!" he tried jauntily, wearing a winning smile. He frowned. "Alex, I'm sorry I kidnapped you. I just l-... lo-..." Marik suddenly noticed that the two guards at the corner of the hallway were staring curiously at him.
"What are you two looking at?" he snapped. "Nothing!" blurted out one. Marik raised his Millenium Rod and took over the man's mind. The man's legs began walking choppily towards the door. *Go drown yourself!* Marik commanded the guard and he obeyed, although his arms were still his own. He used them to grasp at the doorway as his legs tried to drag him away.
Marik began laughing, a low, evil laugh that escalated into a wild cackle. Tears came out his eyes as he watched the man struggle to comprehend what was happening. "Ahh," he finally sighed, wiping the tears hastily.
He suddenly turned on the other guard. "And what do YOU have to say for yourself?" The guard threw himself at Marik's feet, trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Sorry, sir!" he gasped. "Never will happen again -" He was cut off and shrieked as Marik kicked him out of the way.
"Call up a new guard for this hallway!" Marik ordered.
"Y-yes sir, right away sir!" the guard stuttered, bowing, and fumbled for his walkie-talkie. Marik ignored him and turned to face the revolving doors of Alex's room. He pressed the button and they turned silently on their axis, gliding slowly around in a circle like silver ghost.
Marik took a deep breath and stepped through them into the room. He saw Alex on the bed and tiptoed towards her cautiously. The carpet muffled his footsteps, but he wanted to be sure...... Marik stopped and listened. He heard the light sounds of her slow breathing and sighed in relief. Alex was asleep.
*Well, THAT eliminates some embarrassing small talk.* He thought to himself wryly.
Marik smiled down on her sleeping form. He removed her shoes and pulled down the sheets and covers on the bed. He moved his hands lightly under her back and legs and carefully picked her up. He looked down at her face with an almost longing expression. Alex looked innocent when she was asleep, nothing like the fighter he had glimpsed earlier, Marik noted ruefully, still aching where she had kicked earlier.
He shook himself back into conciousness and slipped her gently under the covers. He pulled the blanket over her and tucked it lightly under her chin. *She must be exhausted if she hasn't woken up yet,* Marik thought to himself just as she stirred, eyes moving under her lids rapidly.
He waited until she had settled into a deep sleep again and brought trembling fingers to her face. They barely brushed against her cheek, and then he was striding quietly out the doors. Marik let the lock click softly behind him.
***Four Hours Later***
All was dark when Alex awoke, and for a minute, she didn't know where she was. She sat up and blinked until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The clock beside the bed flashed 1:06 AM.
In a flash, it all came back to her - kicking Marik - crying -everything. *I must've fallen asleep,* she realized. Then Alex realized she was under the sheets and covers of the bed.
She panicked, sitting up so quickly that her head spun and she lost her balance. WHAM! In a flurry of blankets, Alex fell onto the carpeting with a quiet "umph!" After regaining part of her dignity, Alex stood up nervously and peered around the room. Once she was satisfied that she was alone, the brown-haired girl felt the ground around her and found her shoes. She quickly stuffed them onto sock-covered feet and sneaked across the floor.
Alex pressed her face against the cold glass of the revolving door. By squinting and straining her eyes, she was able to make out two forms standing near the end of the hallway.
While drawing back a clenched fist, she hurridly and feverently prayed that the glass wasn't bulletproof. CRASH! The loud tinkle of glass breaking filled the hall, along with heavy, booted footsteps. Alex did a little pain dance; her fist was smarting terribly.
"Hey! Hey you!" Guard #1 (as she called him) yelled. "STOP!" She turned to run, numbly realizing he was the same man who had knocked her out. At the same moment that this thought drifted across her mind, Guard #1 threw himself at her legs, tripping her. For half a second, Alex gasped like a fish out of water on the ground.
Then she rose and round-house kicked him, aiming for his nose. She caught him in the throat instead and he choked, clutching at his neck with both hands.
The second guard approached her warily. After a moment of silence, she leapt forward and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and sank to the ground. Alex landed on one knee and turned to survey her victims. (MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! yeah....... anyway) "And that's what I call KICKN' YOUR ASS!" she crowed gleefully, never having tried out her kickboxing skills on a real live person before.
Alex ran down the hallway, through another, then found stairs. Her brown hair flew back like the tail of a comet as she skipped three steps at a time with cat-like agility, watching her feet fly. Suddenly, she stopped, seeing feet in her path. Her gaze rose to take in a purple cloak and a set of violet eyes. "Marik!" she said in suprise.
"Do you really want to take me down?" Marik asked irritably, annoyed at having to come downstairs at this ungodly hour.
"If I have to," Alex said, trembling slightly. *He has a sexy voice....* a small part of her whispered, but she beat it back with violent shock. *No way! He's my captor! That's... just not right!*
To knock these unjust thoughts out of her head, she launched herself at Marik, her feet moving into jump kick position. He raised something golden and Alex froze in midair. Only her head could move, as he had purposely kept it and he hid a smile as her head tilted downward to look at the ground below her. As if aware Marik was looking at her, she met his eyes with such a ferocious glare that he nearly took a step backwards.
Alex struggled futilely against the force that held her in place, and noticed the golden thing. "A Millenium Item...." she said , amazed and ceased to wiggle anymore.
"Yes," Marik nodded. "You cannot escape. I sensed you breaking the glass and knocking out my guards. I let you run."
She sent him a death-glare at this. No one. Controlled. Her. NO ONE! Alex began to struggle again, twisting her head furiously in a side to side motion. Yet the bonds held strong. Five minutes passed, then ten, fifteen, twenty, and thirty. Marik stood patiently, watching her with an amused air.
Although fury was still rising in her, like a dammed river about to blow, Alex finally gave up, exhausted. Sweat was running down the side of her face and her back like a waterfall and she was breathing in gasps.
"Get someone to fix the glass," Marik said to a servant behind him.
"Yessir!" the man squeaked and rushed off like his life depended on it. *Which it probably did,* she realized grimly. Marik was a dangerous man, she was beginning to learn.
The man in question snapped his fingers and Alex floated noiselessly alongside him as he began walking back towards her room, unwillingly keeping pace. She had plenty of time to study his sandaled feet which were quick, calculated and silent, like a tiger.
The glass in the door was already fixed when they arrived at the revolving doors. Marik pushed the door ahead without fingers. Alex watched the floor pass below her, half fascinated, half terrified as she floated over to the bed.
"Don't try to escape again," Marik lectured coldly, though his heart ached and begged him not to do so. "I might not be so forgiving next time," he lied. He strode out through the revolving doors without a backwards glance (as much as he hated to do so. Marik wanted to gaze at her for years without ending, to hold her hand, to kiss her lips, to- never mind, back to the story!) and snapped the lock into place behind him.
As his form disappeared from view, so, evidently, did his grip on Alex. She fell suddenly onto the bed with the second "UMPH!" of the night and laid where she fell, still out of breath from her earlier battle.
She decided to stay there and rest for a minute, and was asleep in an instant. Also for the second time that night, strong, caring hands took off her shoes and tucked her into bed. "Sweet dreams," whispered their owner, and Marik quickly stalked off into the night.
The Attempt
Marik returned to Alex's room about two hours later, intending to attempt to comfort her. He reached out a finger to open the doors, then hesitated.
"Hello, Alex!" he tried jauntily, wearing a winning smile. He frowned. "Alex, I'm sorry I kidnapped you. I just l-... lo-..." Marik suddenly noticed that the two guards at the corner of the hallway were staring curiously at him.
"What are you two looking at?" he snapped. "Nothing!" blurted out one. Marik raised his Millenium Rod and took over the man's mind. The man's legs began walking choppily towards the door. *Go drown yourself!* Marik commanded the guard and he obeyed, although his arms were still his own. He used them to grasp at the doorway as his legs tried to drag him away.
Marik began laughing, a low, evil laugh that escalated into a wild cackle. Tears came out his eyes as he watched the man struggle to comprehend what was happening. "Ahh," he finally sighed, wiping the tears hastily.
He suddenly turned on the other guard. "And what do YOU have to say for yourself?" The guard threw himself at Marik's feet, trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Sorry, sir!" he gasped. "Never will happen again -" He was cut off and shrieked as Marik kicked him out of the way.
"Call up a new guard for this hallway!" Marik ordered.
"Y-yes sir, right away sir!" the guard stuttered, bowing, and fumbled for his walkie-talkie. Marik ignored him and turned to face the revolving doors of Alex's room. He pressed the button and they turned silently on their axis, gliding slowly around in a circle like silver ghost.
Marik took a deep breath and stepped through them into the room. He saw Alex on the bed and tiptoed towards her cautiously. The carpet muffled his footsteps, but he wanted to be sure...... Marik stopped and listened. He heard the light sounds of her slow breathing and sighed in relief. Alex was asleep.
*Well, THAT eliminates some embarrassing small talk.* He thought to himself wryly.
Marik smiled down on her sleeping form. He removed her shoes and pulled down the sheets and covers on the bed. He moved his hands lightly under her back and legs and carefully picked her up. He looked down at her face with an almost longing expression. Alex looked innocent when she was asleep, nothing like the fighter he had glimpsed earlier, Marik noted ruefully, still aching where she had kicked earlier.
He shook himself back into conciousness and slipped her gently under the covers. He pulled the blanket over her and tucked it lightly under her chin. *She must be exhausted if she hasn't woken up yet,* Marik thought to himself just as she stirred, eyes moving under her lids rapidly.
He waited until she had settled into a deep sleep again and brought trembling fingers to her face. They barely brushed against her cheek, and then he was striding quietly out the doors. Marik let the lock click softly behind him.
***Four Hours Later***
All was dark when Alex awoke, and for a minute, she didn't know where she was. She sat up and blinked until her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The clock beside the bed flashed 1:06 AM.
In a flash, it all came back to her - kicking Marik - crying -everything. *I must've fallen asleep,* she realized. Then Alex realized she was under the sheets and covers of the bed.
She panicked, sitting up so quickly that her head spun and she lost her balance. WHAM! In a flurry of blankets, Alex fell onto the carpeting with a quiet "umph!" After regaining part of her dignity, Alex stood up nervously and peered around the room. Once she was satisfied that she was alone, the brown-haired girl felt the ground around her and found her shoes. She quickly stuffed them onto sock-covered feet and sneaked across the floor.
Alex pressed her face against the cold glass of the revolving door. By squinting and straining her eyes, she was able to make out two forms standing near the end of the hallway.
While drawing back a clenched fist, she hurridly and feverently prayed that the glass wasn't bulletproof. CRASH! The loud tinkle of glass breaking filled the hall, along with heavy, booted footsteps. Alex did a little pain dance; her fist was smarting terribly.
"Hey! Hey you!" Guard #1 (as she called him) yelled. "STOP!" She turned to run, numbly realizing he was the same man who had knocked her out. At the same moment that this thought drifted across her mind, Guard #1 threw himself at her legs, tripping her. For half a second, Alex gasped like a fish out of water on the ground.
Then she rose and round-house kicked him, aiming for his nose. She caught him in the throat instead and he choked, clutching at his neck with both hands.
The second guard approached her warily. After a moment of silence, she leapt forward and kicked him in the stomach. He groaned and sank to the ground. Alex landed on one knee and turned to survey her victims. (MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! yeah....... anyway) "And that's what I call KICKN' YOUR ASS!" she crowed gleefully, never having tried out her kickboxing skills on a real live person before.
Alex ran down the hallway, through another, then found stairs. Her brown hair flew back like the tail of a comet as she skipped three steps at a time with cat-like agility, watching her feet fly. Suddenly, she stopped, seeing feet in her path. Her gaze rose to take in a purple cloak and a set of violet eyes. "Marik!" she said in suprise.
"Do you really want to take me down?" Marik asked irritably, annoyed at having to come downstairs at this ungodly hour.
"If I have to," Alex said, trembling slightly. *He has a sexy voice....* a small part of her whispered, but she beat it back with violent shock. *No way! He's my captor! That's... just not right!*
To knock these unjust thoughts out of her head, she launched herself at Marik, her feet moving into jump kick position. He raised something golden and Alex froze in midair. Only her head could move, as he had purposely kept it and he hid a smile as her head tilted downward to look at the ground below her. As if aware Marik was looking at her, she met his eyes with such a ferocious glare that he nearly took a step backwards.
Alex struggled futilely against the force that held her in place, and noticed the golden thing. "A Millenium Item...." she said , amazed and ceased to wiggle anymore.
"Yes," Marik nodded. "You cannot escape. I sensed you breaking the glass and knocking out my guards. I let you run."
She sent him a death-glare at this. No one. Controlled. Her. NO ONE! Alex began to struggle again, twisting her head furiously in a side to side motion. Yet the bonds held strong. Five minutes passed, then ten, fifteen, twenty, and thirty. Marik stood patiently, watching her with an amused air.
Although fury was still rising in her, like a dammed river about to blow, Alex finally gave up, exhausted. Sweat was running down the side of her face and her back like a waterfall and she was breathing in gasps.
"Get someone to fix the glass," Marik said to a servant behind him.
"Yessir!" the man squeaked and rushed off like his life depended on it. *Which it probably did,* she realized grimly. Marik was a dangerous man, she was beginning to learn.
The man in question snapped his fingers and Alex floated noiselessly alongside him as he began walking back towards her room, unwillingly keeping pace. She had plenty of time to study his sandaled feet which were quick, calculated and silent, like a tiger.
The glass in the door was already fixed when they arrived at the revolving doors. Marik pushed the door ahead without fingers. Alex watched the floor pass below her, half fascinated, half terrified as she floated over to the bed.
"Don't try to escape again," Marik lectured coldly, though his heart ached and begged him not to do so. "I might not be so forgiving next time," he lied. He strode out through the revolving doors without a backwards glance (as much as he hated to do so. Marik wanted to gaze at her for years without ending, to hold her hand, to kiss her lips, to- never mind, back to the story!) and snapped the lock into place behind him.
As his form disappeared from view, so, evidently, did his grip on Alex. She fell suddenly onto the bed with the second "UMPH!" of the night and laid where she fell, still out of breath from her earlier battle.
She decided to stay there and rest for a minute, and was asleep in an instant. Also for the second time that night, strong, caring hands took off her shoes and tucked her into bed. "Sweet dreams," whispered their owner, and Marik quickly stalked off into the night.