oos: Sorry this is so late! It was harder than I thought to write this
because of what happens at the end... I didn't like how I worded things and
looked over this chapter at least ten times. I just hope you appreciate all
the work that went into writing this! Lol and enjoy.
The Rescue
Bakura let loose a cruel chuckle. "A pathetic attempt!" he hissed at what Alex knew to be Marik's voice. "A policeman my ass."
Alex couldn't resist piping up, "Actually, I thought it was a pretty good-"
"Silence mortal!" Bakura raised his hand as if to strike her and she cringed. He smiled in satisfaction with her reaction. (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, it rhymes! ^_^)
***
Outside, Marik heard the commotion and knew it to be the tomb-robber's voice. "You!" he snarled and kicked in the door. It missed Bakura by millimeters, but the spirit didn't even flinch.
"Alex!" Marik cried upon seeing her form on the couch.
"Marik!" Alex said in surprise at herself; she was actually relieved to see him. She tried to sit up, but winced as her head painfully objected to the movement. Alex laid back down. He started towards her, but was blocked by Bakura.
"I should've known...." Marik smiled twistedly. "What do YOU want with her, scum? Are you really so desparate for a woman that you've had to steal one because none will flock to you?"
"Ha," commented Bakura dryly.
"Release her now and I'll give you the least painful death possible." Marik threatened.
"I know this girl is very dear to you. I could kill her right now if I wanted to." the yami remarked almost lazily.
"No!" gasped Marik is a moment of horror.
"But you're lucky today. I'm in a good mood, and I'm willing to make a trade." He mock-soothed, a sneer contorting his strangely handsome features. (Lol, he's hot when he looks so evil! ^_^)
Marik snapped. "Name it!"
"Your Millenium Rod." said Bakura simply.
"What?!?"
"You heard me. Alex, for your Millenium Item."
"There is no way in hell I would ever trade my Rod for anyth-"
Bakura whipped a knife out of his boot and held it to Alex's bare throat in a movement so difficult to follow with the eyes, that he appeared to be psycokinetic.
The girl had been watching the arguement and flow of insults for sometime now with interest. Now there was a pointy object near her and she froze.
"Unless you want this mortal dead. I would kill her in an instant, believe me. She is of almost no real value to me."
Alex gasped and breathed shallowly; deep breaths or the faintest stirring would cause the knife to slice through her like butter.
"Stop this madness!" cried Marik in horror. His mind worked frantically. "I propose a different sort of wager!"
Bakura lifted an eyebrow. "Oh really? Explain quickly, for this girl's time grows short." The knife pressed a little harder against her throat and caused a thin slit of red to appear. Alex grimaced in pain.
"We'll duel using our decks. If you win, you gain Alex and my Millenium Rod. If I win, I keep my Millenium Item and take back Alex." Marik rushed.
Bakura thought for a moment, then removed the dagger from Alex's throat. He twirled it in his hand, replying, "Sound fair enough."
Bakura spun on his heel and strode to a corner of the room that was hidden in shadow. He dragged out a table and set it in the middle of the floor.
Marik retrieved two chairs. Both players sat down, eyeing each other keenly to make sure the other wasn't cheating as they shuffled their decks.
Alex lifted a shaky hand and lightly touched her throat. She pulled away her hand and looked at it in slight shock. It was covered in blood.
She hastily wiped it on the couch and used her sweatshirt as a bandage to stop the blood. It was starting to make her sick, really. In fact, Alex felt rather sick anyway.
*A little dizzy, and throwy-uppy,* she thought giddily, from loss of blood. "Night, night...." she whispered aloud and her neck relaxed.
Alex passed into unconciousness.
"Alex!" Marik shouted in alarm, watching as the girl's eyes closed and she didn't answer him.
Marik half-rose out of his seat when the spirit's voice leered, "If you leave the table, you forfeit the duel."
Bakura watched as the mortal focused a look of pure hatred at him. Marik's glare was so intense that the yami actually blanched.
"So?" jeered Mairk. "Ready to be taken down?"
"It is you who will lose!" Bakura stated, trying not to show that his feathers had been ruffled. "Let's duel!"
oos: Hope you liked it. R&R por favor! BTW, I used the words psycokinetic and smiled from two peeps....whose pen names are banishéd from my mind at the moment. Lol, has anyone else read Shakepeare and Juliet in English? "Banishéd, banishéd!" says Romeo. heh, it's so funny! :D
The Rescue
Bakura let loose a cruel chuckle. "A pathetic attempt!" he hissed at what Alex knew to be Marik's voice. "A policeman my ass."
Alex couldn't resist piping up, "Actually, I thought it was a pretty good-"
"Silence mortal!" Bakura raised his hand as if to strike her and she cringed. He smiled in satisfaction with her reaction. (OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, it rhymes! ^_^)
***
Outside, Marik heard the commotion and knew it to be the tomb-robber's voice. "You!" he snarled and kicked in the door. It missed Bakura by millimeters, but the spirit didn't even flinch.
"Alex!" Marik cried upon seeing her form on the couch.
"Marik!" Alex said in surprise at herself; she was actually relieved to see him. She tried to sit up, but winced as her head painfully objected to the movement. Alex laid back down. He started towards her, but was blocked by Bakura.
"I should've known...." Marik smiled twistedly. "What do YOU want with her, scum? Are you really so desparate for a woman that you've had to steal one because none will flock to you?"
"Ha," commented Bakura dryly.
"Release her now and I'll give you the least painful death possible." Marik threatened.
"I know this girl is very dear to you. I could kill her right now if I wanted to." the yami remarked almost lazily.
"No!" gasped Marik is a moment of horror.
"But you're lucky today. I'm in a good mood, and I'm willing to make a trade." He mock-soothed, a sneer contorting his strangely handsome features. (Lol, he's hot when he looks so evil! ^_^)
Marik snapped. "Name it!"
"Your Millenium Rod." said Bakura simply.
"What?!?"
"You heard me. Alex, for your Millenium Item."
"There is no way in hell I would ever trade my Rod for anyth-"
Bakura whipped a knife out of his boot and held it to Alex's bare throat in a movement so difficult to follow with the eyes, that he appeared to be psycokinetic.
The girl had been watching the arguement and flow of insults for sometime now with interest. Now there was a pointy object near her and she froze.
"Unless you want this mortal dead. I would kill her in an instant, believe me. She is of almost no real value to me."
Alex gasped and breathed shallowly; deep breaths or the faintest stirring would cause the knife to slice through her like butter.
"Stop this madness!" cried Marik in horror. His mind worked frantically. "I propose a different sort of wager!"
Bakura lifted an eyebrow. "Oh really? Explain quickly, for this girl's time grows short." The knife pressed a little harder against her throat and caused a thin slit of red to appear. Alex grimaced in pain.
"We'll duel using our decks. If you win, you gain Alex and my Millenium Rod. If I win, I keep my Millenium Item and take back Alex." Marik rushed.
Bakura thought for a moment, then removed the dagger from Alex's throat. He twirled it in his hand, replying, "Sound fair enough."
Bakura spun on his heel and strode to a corner of the room that was hidden in shadow. He dragged out a table and set it in the middle of the floor.
Marik retrieved two chairs. Both players sat down, eyeing each other keenly to make sure the other wasn't cheating as they shuffled their decks.
Alex lifted a shaky hand and lightly touched her throat. She pulled away her hand and looked at it in slight shock. It was covered in blood.
She hastily wiped it on the couch and used her sweatshirt as a bandage to stop the blood. It was starting to make her sick, really. In fact, Alex felt rather sick anyway.
*A little dizzy, and throwy-uppy,* she thought giddily, from loss of blood. "Night, night...." she whispered aloud and her neck relaxed.
Alex passed into unconciousness.
"Alex!" Marik shouted in alarm, watching as the girl's eyes closed and she didn't answer him.
Marik half-rose out of his seat when the spirit's voice leered, "If you leave the table, you forfeit the duel."
Bakura watched as the mortal focused a look of pure hatred at him. Marik's glare was so intense that the yami actually blanched.
"So?" jeered Mairk. "Ready to be taken down?"
"It is you who will lose!" Bakura stated, trying not to show that his feathers had been ruffled. "Let's duel!"
oos: Hope you liked it. R&R por favor! BTW, I used the words psycokinetic and smiled from two peeps....whose pen names are banishéd from my mind at the moment. Lol, has anyone else read Shakepeare and Juliet in English? "Banishéd, banishéd!" says Romeo. heh, it's so funny! :D