Retaw- ^^; Um, sorry folks for taking a long time on this chapter
too...its getting harder and harder to write this story and have the
chapters turn out to my liking. I want everything to be just perfect. So
I'm trying not to leave anything out. Anyway, I decided to do the Yami
chapter next, so here it is.
And just because I'm nice, I'm gonna give you a review of what happened last! ^-^ Enjoy!
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~ Little sparks of what looked like blue electricity danced around the window dangerously, and even the shine on it seemed sharper. It was...defending itself. But why? Suddenly, there was a high pitched scream.
"I think that was Tea!" Joey exclaimed.
Before we could react, there was the sound of smashing glass, and a single thought rose in my mind.
The window.
Instantly, Joey and I took off running to where we left our friends, and what we saw then, would haunt me for the rest of my life. ~
** YAMI **
Lighting pierced the sky for a fleeting moment, temporarily blinding us as we heard Tea screaming bloody murder. Thunder roared, following the previous blast, as various items crashed to the ground, accompanied by the sound of frantic moving. Then, I heard it.
A gun sounded.
There was only a second of light from the shot, and I felt my insides shake as the horrible sound took flight and stopped only when broken glass came apparent. I cursed my eyes for not being able to adjust to the darkness quickly enough to do anything but stand there and listen.
Tea's screams had evolved now into hysterical sobs, and at last, my eyes could see again. But I wished immediately that they never had.
Tea was sitting helplessly on the floor, tears flowing freely down her face as she wept. Tristen stood over her, one hand holding her neck, the other holding a gun pointed on the side of her head.
"Tristen!" I barked, "What are you doing?!"
A slow smirk slid onto the boy's face, but he said nothing. He roughly jerked Tea's head to the side, which caused her to cry even harder. Instinctively I tried to walk foreword to help her, but in one quick movement Tristen had shot the ground two or three inches away from where I was.
"Don't come any closer." He ordered, pulling the gun back.
Something didn't seem right about him. His voice sounded hollow, not at all like himself. Something was wrong.
"What do you want with us?!" I asked him angrily, "Let Tea go!"
Tristen's lips pulled back into a sneer as he scoffed, "I'm afraid I can't do that."
Another strike of lighting and eruption of thunder interrupted him only for a moment before he continued.
"You see, she may be the only tool I have to get what I want. And you don't expect me to give that up so easily do you? Call it blackmail if you must...a ransom maybe..."
He chuckled, but then his mood because dead serious as he suddenly said in a low tone, "Give me the Kein, or I'll be forced to kill the girl."
I blinked a few times in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
He became angry, and snapped, "Don't play dumb with me! I traced the power source to this building! There is no way it isn't here!"
I opened my mouth to speak, but before any of us could respond there came a sickening screech from the living room.
** CAMI **
I cursed loudly as I tripped over YET ANOTHER box of old junk. Bakura paid me no mind, and just continued walking foreword. To be quite frank, I don't think he likes me very much.
"Bakura?" I hissed, "Why the hell are we in the basement anyway? I've stubbed my toe so many times I think it's gonna fall off soon! I mean it! And if it does, you're paying the doctor bills..."
Again, he completely ignored my ranting. Ok sure, most people do, but this time it was even more annoying then when other people do it. I huffed loudly so he'd notice I wasn't happy, but followed him anyway.
It was pitch black down here, and eerily quiet. Not to mention the heat of summer mixed with the weeks worth of non stop raining made it almost unbearably humid under here. The only light was coming from a slit of a window where the ground was. I was tempted many times to open the stupid thing and let in some air, but then another thought came into my mind.
What if I accidentally forgot it was open, and went to sleep? Then the rain would come in, and no one would remember to come down here and check to make sure the window was closed because I mean, hello? Who goes down into the basement to make sure the window is closed! And it would keep filling up and filling up with water until the whole place was underwater and then someone would FINALLY go down and slip on the stairs and fall into the water and drown. The end.
As you can see, I've given this whole thing a lot of thought. So in conclusion, that is why I will not open the window.
"Do you hear that?"
I jumped, Bakura's voice creeping up on me in the dark.
"What?"
"Do you hear that?" He repeated, "Or is it just me."
I stopped and listened. I heard rain. I heard thunder. I heard steps from above where Tea, Tristen, Joey and Yami were probably wondering around. But I heard something else too. Something that made me uncomfortable.
I heard sloshing footsteps.
It sounded like someone was walking around outside and stepping in all the right puddles, but doing it very quickly. I turned to the window, thinking that maybe it was open enough for us to hear out of, and almost screamed. I saw a large, almost reptilian foot step into the puddle nearest to the window and stop.
I gasped, and Bakura grabbed me so hard by the arm I think he was cutting off my circulation. Another foot stood by the one, and shifted a little, like the reptile was looking around. And then, it started to run off to the back of the house. Bakura let go of me a little, and the only words I could utter were:
"Holy crap!"
Bakura raised a firm finger over his lips to tell me wordlessly to 'shut up' and then backed up to the stairs.
What's this? The oh so wonderful Bakura was retreating?
"What are you doing?" I whispered, in a voice almost too low to be heard by dogs.
He didn't answer my question, but replied in a voice equally quiet, "Follow me."
I stood there for a moment, still confused and also dreading having to walk back over to the stairs and stub my poor toe again. But Bakura was swiftly out of sight, and being already creeped out, I didn't feel like staying alone and followed him. His movements were quick and silent, and I felt bad clunking along after him and ruining the mood.
On our way through the pitch black house, I spotted a room that seemed to be glowing. Like there was a nightlight in there or something.
"PST!" I tried signaling Bakura, "PSSSST!"
Bakura turned around to me pointing frantically at the room, and raised an eyebrow. Without even saying so much as a 'Good work, Scribe' or 'Come on' he grunted, and started to walk to the light. How rude. To express my feelings, I decided to whisper back at him with a sarcastic comment that I really had no intention of him hearing.
"You're welcome!"
...I was proud of myself. Sarcasm is so much fun.
"Look." He said, walking over to the table in the middle of the living room, "It's giving off light."
I jogged over to him and looked at what he was staring at. Sure enough, that window thingy was glowing like there was a light-bulb behind it. Strange little zaps of light kept issuing from the weird item, but as soon as they touched the table they vanished.
"We have to move it." Bakura told me softly.
There was a brief pause, then Bakura looked at me. Instantly, I knew what he was thinking about.
"Oooooh no." I said shaking my hands, "I am NOT touching it!"
Bakura rolled his eyes, muttered something along the lines of 'coward...' and reached for a small cotton rug on the floor. He cupped the rug in his hands and tried to pick up the window using the fabric as gloves. He had only barely touched the stupid thing, before it caught the fabric around his hands on fire. Cursing, he hastily dropped the fabric on the ground and stepped on it, blowing on his hands to cool them down.
HA! Now who's the coward!
Oh man, now he's pissed. I saw him storm into the attached kitchen and reach for the metal tongs on the counter. (from when we set the popcorn on fire) He then stormed back, and without thinking, start to pick the window up with his tongs.
The reaction was instant. A defining screech sounded through the whole house, the sort of thing you'd hear when you try and touch dry ice with metal, or scrape your nails across a chalkboard. To keep from loosing my hearing entirely, I gripped my ears tightly and shouted at Bakura to let it go.
"I CAN'T!" He yelled.
I looked up, the tongs had MELTED into the window! If Bakura hadn't then dropped the tongs and the mirror onto the ground, his whole hand might have been sucked into it! We could only watch in complete shock as the tongs were melted, and then sucked into the window. It was like, someone was pulling them inside from the other end...
"Don't move." A new voice ordered. "After all, I'm sure you don't want your carpet and walls stained. Blood won't go well with white and pink."
** YAMI **
"What was that?" Tristen said as the screeching died down into oblivion.
I really couldn't answer that. In fact, I was curious myself.
"Not gonna answer?" He said, lowering the gun a tiny bit, "Then I guess we're going to have to all take a little field trip."
Tea whimpered as Tristen started to drag her, gun still pointed, into the living room. Panic struck me fast. The Kein he was talking about must be that window! And if it is, why would they want it so badly? I could tell already, that whatever they wanted it for, could not be a good thing.
"Aren't you coming?"
My eyes rose, only to be met with the familiar face of his pointed gun. He jerked his head, gesturing us to follow him, and I started to think of a way out. What could I go this time? How can I get out of this mess without anyone getting hurt? My gaze lingered to Joey.
He hadn't said a word the entire time. His face held the expression of deep hurt, deep confusion, deep concern, and it never changed. He didn't look back at me, or even at Tristen, just at the ground. What could be going through his head right now?
"Well well well," Tristen's voice cooed, followed by a short click as he readied his gun, "Don't move."
I assumed at first that he was talking to us, but when I focused into the dark lit only by the 'Kein', I could see something that made our chances for survival even bleaker. Cami and Bakura jumped, then froze at the sight of us.
"After all, I'm sure you don't want your carpet and walls stained. Blood won't go well with white and pink." He said with a smile.
"Tristen!" Cami exclaimed, "What are you-- How could you-- Why did-- I--' What's going on here!?"
"I'm sorry, but since I'M the one who holds the gun in this joint, I'M going to be the one asking all the questions. Got that?"
Bakura's fists clenched, and I saw his foot flinch foreword a little. What was he planning?
"You might as well leave." He said the same strange arrogance we know and love.
Tristen stopped for a moment and his gun lowered again slowly, "Why is that?"
That's one thing I must admit, Bakura is the master of. Even in the most hopeless situations, he can always make someone feel like he has the upper hand. Like he knows something you don't, even if he doesn't.
"Well, no one can touch the thing." He said, almost innocently, "How are you ever going to do anything with it?"
Tristen scoffed, "Just because YOU can't touch it, doesn't mean *I* can't touch it!"
Bakura acted interested, "Oh?"
"Of course YOU can't touch it, you're just a pathetic mortal." He continued, and I could almost see the laugh in Bakura's eyes, "Unless you have the same amount of magic that pulses through this Kein pulsing through your own blood, then you can't hope to even touch it."
"And what makes you think you have the right amount?" He inquired.
Suddenly, it hit me. This was my chance.
Tristen growled, "I have had ENOUGH of this! Now hand over the Kein or suffer the consequences!"
Bakura showed no signs of moving. So Tristen then showed his anger by raising the gun away from Tea's head and pointed it at Bakura.
"I'm warning you..." He threatened.
Still Bakura didn't move. His face was expressionless as he glanced quickly at Tea, then at me, then at Tea again, faster then Tristen could even notice. But I noticed. And that's all that mattered.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Tristen shouted, pulling the trigger on the gun.
I only had one chance. With a leap of faith I lunged foreword hard enough to knock Tea out of Tristen's hands, and also achieved pushing Tristen just enough to send his bullet flying in the wrong direction. I couldn't help the grunt that escaped me as I landed hard on the ground with Tea in my arms.
"You!" Tristen screamed, pointing in shock at Bakura as he shrugged innocently, a smirk playing on his lips, "You're ruining the whole plan!"
Again, Tristen tried to shoot at Bakura, but this time; it was Joey who tackled the boy to the ground.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" He yelled at him.
He struggled, and a sound emerged from his throat that I knew wasn't at all human. Tea sat still on the floor, completely stunned at the sight. Joey started to shake Tristen violently, convinced that he was doing it on his free will.
"GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!"
This was too much for Tristen, his eyes began to glow a sickening red color as he shrieked demonically.
"LET GO OF ME!" He cried, "LET ME GO!"
Joey wouldn't. He held him down by the shoulders, even though the whole situation seemed insane. My eyes fell to the gun still held tightly in his right hand. One finger was snaking it's way to the trigger, gun was pointed and ready to fire when the time was right. I panicked. What was he aiming for?
"I CAN'T DO THAT!" Joey said back, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?"
My eyes widened as I saw the action carry out in my mind.
Joey!
He was going to shoot Joey! I struggled to my feet and ran to him.
"LET GO JOEY!" I shouted, "GET AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN!"
Joey was surprised by my actions as he looked to me. He wasn't moving. He was never going to move. He was going to stay by his friend no matter what. I had no other choice.
Mind working quickly, I glanced at the Kein next to me on the table. It was my only option now. All I had to do was hope that whatever Tristen was talking about before was wrong. Gritting my teeth in preparation for the pain to come, I reached for it and clutched it in my fist.
The pain was instant. A sharp jolt ran through my body and seemed to burn my very insides. I felt every limb of me shaking because of the new sensation of both burning and shocking me at the same time. It took all that was left in me to move any bit of me an inch, but somehow, I managed the fling the Kein at Tristen.
And managed also, to hit him.
I heard the screams, the bullets, the crashing glass, but my vision was gone. My energy wasted. My body completely useless. I teetered briefly on my feet, gravity and balance being the only thing keeping me up, and now pulling me down.
There was nothing I could do.
Was this...truly the end of me?
~*~ Cami ~*~
In the corner of my eye, I saw Yami pick up and throw the window thing. I was confused. What was he trying to do? My questions were answered as the mirror flew through the air directly at the two fighting teenage boys on the ground. For a moment, I was afraid it would hit Joey. But luckily, that was not the case.
It wasn't a pretty sight. Whatever Tristen was saying before about it not affecting him, must have been completely wrong.
The 'Kein' I guess it's called, struck Tristen in his cheek. Sinking deeply into his skin like a knife as he screamed. Blood gushed from the open wound as Joey, finally, let him go and jumped back. The screams were pained, horrible, inhuman, and would most likely inhabit my nightmares for the rest of my life.
Blood began to spray as Tristen tried to scratch and yank the Kein from his face, and ended up cutting his fingers to numbs.
And then, he began to fire.
He held his gun out and began to blindly fire at all angles. Everyone fell to the ground and covered their heads as random pieces of ceiling raining down on us, accompanied by the occasional shards of glass from pictures on the wall. I thought the bullets would go on forever, until finally.
I heard a dry click.
He was out.
Tristen fell to his knees then, and with a last gasp of air, died on our carpet.
There was silence as everyone stared at the body on the ground, smoke hanging heavily in the air that smelt strangely, like cooked meat. I waited, but no one said anything. Though the same question was hanging on all of our lips.
What do we do now?
Then, there was a cry from Tea as she ran across the room to a dark pile on the ground. What was that? We all got up enough to look closer as Tea started frantically messing with whatever the pile was.
"Tea?" I asked softly.
"It's Yami!" She cried frantically, "I can't get a pulse!"
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Retaw- MUAHAHAHA! I love cliffhangers, they're so much fun. *smile*
I don't really have anything left to say, this chapter was a little shorter then usual, but I've been having a busy life. What with the end of school and everything, schoolwork has been the pits. T_T
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Thank you, have a nice day. ^-^
And just because I'm nice, I'm gonna give you a review of what happened last! ^-^ Enjoy!
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~ Little sparks of what looked like blue electricity danced around the window dangerously, and even the shine on it seemed sharper. It was...defending itself. But why? Suddenly, there was a high pitched scream.
"I think that was Tea!" Joey exclaimed.
Before we could react, there was the sound of smashing glass, and a single thought rose in my mind.
The window.
Instantly, Joey and I took off running to where we left our friends, and what we saw then, would haunt me for the rest of my life. ~
** YAMI **
Lighting pierced the sky for a fleeting moment, temporarily blinding us as we heard Tea screaming bloody murder. Thunder roared, following the previous blast, as various items crashed to the ground, accompanied by the sound of frantic moving. Then, I heard it.
A gun sounded.
There was only a second of light from the shot, and I felt my insides shake as the horrible sound took flight and stopped only when broken glass came apparent. I cursed my eyes for not being able to adjust to the darkness quickly enough to do anything but stand there and listen.
Tea's screams had evolved now into hysterical sobs, and at last, my eyes could see again. But I wished immediately that they never had.
Tea was sitting helplessly on the floor, tears flowing freely down her face as she wept. Tristen stood over her, one hand holding her neck, the other holding a gun pointed on the side of her head.
"Tristen!" I barked, "What are you doing?!"
A slow smirk slid onto the boy's face, but he said nothing. He roughly jerked Tea's head to the side, which caused her to cry even harder. Instinctively I tried to walk foreword to help her, but in one quick movement Tristen had shot the ground two or three inches away from where I was.
"Don't come any closer." He ordered, pulling the gun back.
Something didn't seem right about him. His voice sounded hollow, not at all like himself. Something was wrong.
"What do you want with us?!" I asked him angrily, "Let Tea go!"
Tristen's lips pulled back into a sneer as he scoffed, "I'm afraid I can't do that."
Another strike of lighting and eruption of thunder interrupted him only for a moment before he continued.
"You see, she may be the only tool I have to get what I want. And you don't expect me to give that up so easily do you? Call it blackmail if you must...a ransom maybe..."
He chuckled, but then his mood because dead serious as he suddenly said in a low tone, "Give me the Kein, or I'll be forced to kill the girl."
I blinked a few times in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
He became angry, and snapped, "Don't play dumb with me! I traced the power source to this building! There is no way it isn't here!"
I opened my mouth to speak, but before any of us could respond there came a sickening screech from the living room.
** CAMI **
I cursed loudly as I tripped over YET ANOTHER box of old junk. Bakura paid me no mind, and just continued walking foreword. To be quite frank, I don't think he likes me very much.
"Bakura?" I hissed, "Why the hell are we in the basement anyway? I've stubbed my toe so many times I think it's gonna fall off soon! I mean it! And if it does, you're paying the doctor bills..."
Again, he completely ignored my ranting. Ok sure, most people do, but this time it was even more annoying then when other people do it. I huffed loudly so he'd notice I wasn't happy, but followed him anyway.
It was pitch black down here, and eerily quiet. Not to mention the heat of summer mixed with the weeks worth of non stop raining made it almost unbearably humid under here. The only light was coming from a slit of a window where the ground was. I was tempted many times to open the stupid thing and let in some air, but then another thought came into my mind.
What if I accidentally forgot it was open, and went to sleep? Then the rain would come in, and no one would remember to come down here and check to make sure the window was closed because I mean, hello? Who goes down into the basement to make sure the window is closed! And it would keep filling up and filling up with water until the whole place was underwater and then someone would FINALLY go down and slip on the stairs and fall into the water and drown. The end.
As you can see, I've given this whole thing a lot of thought. So in conclusion, that is why I will not open the window.
"Do you hear that?"
I jumped, Bakura's voice creeping up on me in the dark.
"What?"
"Do you hear that?" He repeated, "Or is it just me."
I stopped and listened. I heard rain. I heard thunder. I heard steps from above where Tea, Tristen, Joey and Yami were probably wondering around. But I heard something else too. Something that made me uncomfortable.
I heard sloshing footsteps.
It sounded like someone was walking around outside and stepping in all the right puddles, but doing it very quickly. I turned to the window, thinking that maybe it was open enough for us to hear out of, and almost screamed. I saw a large, almost reptilian foot step into the puddle nearest to the window and stop.
I gasped, and Bakura grabbed me so hard by the arm I think he was cutting off my circulation. Another foot stood by the one, and shifted a little, like the reptile was looking around. And then, it started to run off to the back of the house. Bakura let go of me a little, and the only words I could utter were:
"Holy crap!"
Bakura raised a firm finger over his lips to tell me wordlessly to 'shut up' and then backed up to the stairs.
What's this? The oh so wonderful Bakura was retreating?
"What are you doing?" I whispered, in a voice almost too low to be heard by dogs.
He didn't answer my question, but replied in a voice equally quiet, "Follow me."
I stood there for a moment, still confused and also dreading having to walk back over to the stairs and stub my poor toe again. But Bakura was swiftly out of sight, and being already creeped out, I didn't feel like staying alone and followed him. His movements were quick and silent, and I felt bad clunking along after him and ruining the mood.
On our way through the pitch black house, I spotted a room that seemed to be glowing. Like there was a nightlight in there or something.
"PST!" I tried signaling Bakura, "PSSSST!"
Bakura turned around to me pointing frantically at the room, and raised an eyebrow. Without even saying so much as a 'Good work, Scribe' or 'Come on' he grunted, and started to walk to the light. How rude. To express my feelings, I decided to whisper back at him with a sarcastic comment that I really had no intention of him hearing.
"You're welcome!"
...I was proud of myself. Sarcasm is so much fun.
"Look." He said, walking over to the table in the middle of the living room, "It's giving off light."
I jogged over to him and looked at what he was staring at. Sure enough, that window thingy was glowing like there was a light-bulb behind it. Strange little zaps of light kept issuing from the weird item, but as soon as they touched the table they vanished.
"We have to move it." Bakura told me softly.
There was a brief pause, then Bakura looked at me. Instantly, I knew what he was thinking about.
"Oooooh no." I said shaking my hands, "I am NOT touching it!"
Bakura rolled his eyes, muttered something along the lines of 'coward...' and reached for a small cotton rug on the floor. He cupped the rug in his hands and tried to pick up the window using the fabric as gloves. He had only barely touched the stupid thing, before it caught the fabric around his hands on fire. Cursing, he hastily dropped the fabric on the ground and stepped on it, blowing on his hands to cool them down.
HA! Now who's the coward!
Oh man, now he's pissed. I saw him storm into the attached kitchen and reach for the metal tongs on the counter. (from when we set the popcorn on fire) He then stormed back, and without thinking, start to pick the window up with his tongs.
The reaction was instant. A defining screech sounded through the whole house, the sort of thing you'd hear when you try and touch dry ice with metal, or scrape your nails across a chalkboard. To keep from loosing my hearing entirely, I gripped my ears tightly and shouted at Bakura to let it go.
"I CAN'T!" He yelled.
I looked up, the tongs had MELTED into the window! If Bakura hadn't then dropped the tongs and the mirror onto the ground, his whole hand might have been sucked into it! We could only watch in complete shock as the tongs were melted, and then sucked into the window. It was like, someone was pulling them inside from the other end...
"Don't move." A new voice ordered. "After all, I'm sure you don't want your carpet and walls stained. Blood won't go well with white and pink."
** YAMI **
"What was that?" Tristen said as the screeching died down into oblivion.
I really couldn't answer that. In fact, I was curious myself.
"Not gonna answer?" He said, lowering the gun a tiny bit, "Then I guess we're going to have to all take a little field trip."
Tea whimpered as Tristen started to drag her, gun still pointed, into the living room. Panic struck me fast. The Kein he was talking about must be that window! And if it is, why would they want it so badly? I could tell already, that whatever they wanted it for, could not be a good thing.
"Aren't you coming?"
My eyes rose, only to be met with the familiar face of his pointed gun. He jerked his head, gesturing us to follow him, and I started to think of a way out. What could I go this time? How can I get out of this mess without anyone getting hurt? My gaze lingered to Joey.
He hadn't said a word the entire time. His face held the expression of deep hurt, deep confusion, deep concern, and it never changed. He didn't look back at me, or even at Tristen, just at the ground. What could be going through his head right now?
"Well well well," Tristen's voice cooed, followed by a short click as he readied his gun, "Don't move."
I assumed at first that he was talking to us, but when I focused into the dark lit only by the 'Kein', I could see something that made our chances for survival even bleaker. Cami and Bakura jumped, then froze at the sight of us.
"After all, I'm sure you don't want your carpet and walls stained. Blood won't go well with white and pink." He said with a smile.
"Tristen!" Cami exclaimed, "What are you-- How could you-- Why did-- I--' What's going on here!?"
"I'm sorry, but since I'M the one who holds the gun in this joint, I'M going to be the one asking all the questions. Got that?"
Bakura's fists clenched, and I saw his foot flinch foreword a little. What was he planning?
"You might as well leave." He said the same strange arrogance we know and love.
Tristen stopped for a moment and his gun lowered again slowly, "Why is that?"
That's one thing I must admit, Bakura is the master of. Even in the most hopeless situations, he can always make someone feel like he has the upper hand. Like he knows something you don't, even if he doesn't.
"Well, no one can touch the thing." He said, almost innocently, "How are you ever going to do anything with it?"
Tristen scoffed, "Just because YOU can't touch it, doesn't mean *I* can't touch it!"
Bakura acted interested, "Oh?"
"Of course YOU can't touch it, you're just a pathetic mortal." He continued, and I could almost see the laugh in Bakura's eyes, "Unless you have the same amount of magic that pulses through this Kein pulsing through your own blood, then you can't hope to even touch it."
"And what makes you think you have the right amount?" He inquired.
Suddenly, it hit me. This was my chance.
Tristen growled, "I have had ENOUGH of this! Now hand over the Kein or suffer the consequences!"
Bakura showed no signs of moving. So Tristen then showed his anger by raising the gun away from Tea's head and pointed it at Bakura.
"I'm warning you..." He threatened.
Still Bakura didn't move. His face was expressionless as he glanced quickly at Tea, then at me, then at Tea again, faster then Tristen could even notice. But I noticed. And that's all that mattered.
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Tristen shouted, pulling the trigger on the gun.
I only had one chance. With a leap of faith I lunged foreword hard enough to knock Tea out of Tristen's hands, and also achieved pushing Tristen just enough to send his bullet flying in the wrong direction. I couldn't help the grunt that escaped me as I landed hard on the ground with Tea in my arms.
"You!" Tristen screamed, pointing in shock at Bakura as he shrugged innocently, a smirk playing on his lips, "You're ruining the whole plan!"
Again, Tristen tried to shoot at Bakura, but this time; it was Joey who tackled the boy to the ground.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" He yelled at him.
He struggled, and a sound emerged from his throat that I knew wasn't at all human. Tea sat still on the floor, completely stunned at the sight. Joey started to shake Tristen violently, convinced that he was doing it on his free will.
"GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF!"
This was too much for Tristen, his eyes began to glow a sickening red color as he shrieked demonically.
"LET GO OF ME!" He cried, "LET ME GO!"
Joey wouldn't. He held him down by the shoulders, even though the whole situation seemed insane. My eyes fell to the gun still held tightly in his right hand. One finger was snaking it's way to the trigger, gun was pointed and ready to fire when the time was right. I panicked. What was he aiming for?
"I CAN'T DO THAT!" Joey said back, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?"
My eyes widened as I saw the action carry out in my mind.
Joey!
He was going to shoot Joey! I struggled to my feet and ran to him.
"LET GO JOEY!" I shouted, "GET AWAY WHILE YOU STILL CAN!"
Joey was surprised by my actions as he looked to me. He wasn't moving. He was never going to move. He was going to stay by his friend no matter what. I had no other choice.
Mind working quickly, I glanced at the Kein next to me on the table. It was my only option now. All I had to do was hope that whatever Tristen was talking about before was wrong. Gritting my teeth in preparation for the pain to come, I reached for it and clutched it in my fist.
The pain was instant. A sharp jolt ran through my body and seemed to burn my very insides. I felt every limb of me shaking because of the new sensation of both burning and shocking me at the same time. It took all that was left in me to move any bit of me an inch, but somehow, I managed the fling the Kein at Tristen.
And managed also, to hit him.
I heard the screams, the bullets, the crashing glass, but my vision was gone. My energy wasted. My body completely useless. I teetered briefly on my feet, gravity and balance being the only thing keeping me up, and now pulling me down.
There was nothing I could do.
Was this...truly the end of me?
~*~ Cami ~*~
In the corner of my eye, I saw Yami pick up and throw the window thing. I was confused. What was he trying to do? My questions were answered as the mirror flew through the air directly at the two fighting teenage boys on the ground. For a moment, I was afraid it would hit Joey. But luckily, that was not the case.
It wasn't a pretty sight. Whatever Tristen was saying before about it not affecting him, must have been completely wrong.
The 'Kein' I guess it's called, struck Tristen in his cheek. Sinking deeply into his skin like a knife as he screamed. Blood gushed from the open wound as Joey, finally, let him go and jumped back. The screams were pained, horrible, inhuman, and would most likely inhabit my nightmares for the rest of my life.
Blood began to spray as Tristen tried to scratch and yank the Kein from his face, and ended up cutting his fingers to numbs.
And then, he began to fire.
He held his gun out and began to blindly fire at all angles. Everyone fell to the ground and covered their heads as random pieces of ceiling raining down on us, accompanied by the occasional shards of glass from pictures on the wall. I thought the bullets would go on forever, until finally.
I heard a dry click.
He was out.
Tristen fell to his knees then, and with a last gasp of air, died on our carpet.
There was silence as everyone stared at the body on the ground, smoke hanging heavily in the air that smelt strangely, like cooked meat. I waited, but no one said anything. Though the same question was hanging on all of our lips.
What do we do now?
Then, there was a cry from Tea as she ran across the room to a dark pile on the ground. What was that? We all got up enough to look closer as Tea started frantically messing with whatever the pile was.
"Tea?" I asked softly.
"It's Yami!" She cried frantically, "I can't get a pulse!"
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Retaw- MUAHAHAHA! I love cliffhangers, they're so much fun. *smile*
I don't really have anything left to say, this chapter was a little shorter then usual, but I've been having a busy life. What with the end of school and everything, schoolwork has been the pits. T_T
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