This Is Beginning To Look Like Malik All Over Again...
By: Malik's silver wolF
Prologue
A door slammed. The click of a lock, hurried footsteps sounded through the house. A girl the age of sixteen crept to the top of the stairs. She couldn't see anything in the pitch black darkness. As her lavender eyes adjusted, she made out the figure of her father pace around the living room below. He paused and said, "Come out here." The girl stared. Did he see her? His back was turned toward her, how could he know? Then there was a flash of light and a slightly stronger and taller figure appeared next to her father. The girl blinked. Did her eyes deceive her or was she suddenly seeing double? No, there were two figures in the dark. The girl watched as her father began pacing around again. Silence...Then...
"I know what you were up to in that alley." The man standing in the middle of the room remained silent. "And now Yami thinks it was me." He stopped to glare at the taller figure. The girl knew that glare very well. His lavender eyes bore into you, piercing into your very soul, the cold harshness of them making you feel small and weak and sending chills down your spine. "You tried to make it look like it was me. The Rad***ed Pharaoh is going to kill me." he went on, his voice getting louder with every word. "I hate you! You don't give a d*** about anyone! Before I die, I'm going to tell you what I think about you: You're a selfish b****** who will never change! You manipulate human's emotions, pretending to be their friend, then you turn on them! You're a crazy psychopath! You think it's all right to go on killing sprees! Did you ever stop to think those people actually have lives? No! You won't help anyone or let anyone help you! Well **** you!" The other man flinched.
Her dad stopped yelling and lowered his voice. "Jacka**. You disgust me. Get out of my sight. I don't ever want to see you again." The other simply stood there, stunned. After a few seconds, the girl watched as with one swift motion, he grabbed her father by his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Stop it!" the girl cried, fling herself down the stairs. She ran to her father, tears streaming down her cheeks. The other paused. He stared into her eyes for a moment. Then he dropped her dad. He fell to the floor and stayed there paralyzed with terror. The girl knelt on the floor next to him. "Dad?" she whispered. Then she suddenly turned around, furious and raging at the other man, only to find that he was...gone.
She turned around and helped her father to his feet. He leaned against the wall, wincing in pain, and put a hand on his arm. The girl pulled his hand away to reveal a deep cut in his arm. "What happened?" she said. But the Egyptian shook his head. "Mika...look, you've got to get out of here." he said to the girl. Then he reached into his pocket. "Here, take this. Don't let anyone ever take it from you." he said as he handed her something. Though the girl couldn't see it, she felt cold metal and sharp points on the end of a long rod. "What is it?" she asked, looking at her father with a curious look on her face. "The Millennium Rod. One of seven powerful items. Show it to Ryou Bakura...You remember him, right? He'll tell you about it. He can't show you everything, though. Talk to Bakura, okay?" The girl nodded. "But...beware of the spirit...and be careful around Yugi. Got it?" She nodded again, though a little confused. Suddenly, her dad straightened and stood still.
"He's coming..." he whispered. The girl saw the terrified look on her father's face and worried. "Dad, what's going on? Who's coming?" she said, her voice shaking with fear. Somehow, she felt his fear and knew something was terribly wrong. Her father hugged her briefly and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you." he whispered in her ear and he released her from his arms. A tear rolled down her cheek, she didn't understand. "Go to Bakura's house. Go now! Hurry!" he said as he pushed her away. "Take the long way there. Go!" her dad yelled. But she didn't move. "I won't leave you, Dad!" she cried. More tears rolled down her face. "Go, Malika. Do it for me. Please." The blonde Egyptian now had tears in his eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt." he said, his voice now cracking. A tear slid down his cheek. The girl finally nodded and backed away slowly. Then she turned and ran through the kitchen and out the back door, tears streaming down her face. She clutched the Millennium Rod close to her chest as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, never looking back. A few minutes later when she was almost around the corner, a pain filled scream rang through the silence of the night. But she kept running, tears falling more heavily, never to see her father again.
By: Malik's silver wolF
Prologue
A door slammed. The click of a lock, hurried footsteps sounded through the house. A girl the age of sixteen crept to the top of the stairs. She couldn't see anything in the pitch black darkness. As her lavender eyes adjusted, she made out the figure of her father pace around the living room below. He paused and said, "Come out here." The girl stared. Did he see her? His back was turned toward her, how could he know? Then there was a flash of light and a slightly stronger and taller figure appeared next to her father. The girl blinked. Did her eyes deceive her or was she suddenly seeing double? No, there were two figures in the dark. The girl watched as her father began pacing around again. Silence...Then...
"I know what you were up to in that alley." The man standing in the middle of the room remained silent. "And now Yami thinks it was me." He stopped to glare at the taller figure. The girl knew that glare very well. His lavender eyes bore into you, piercing into your very soul, the cold harshness of them making you feel small and weak and sending chills down your spine. "You tried to make it look like it was me. The Rad***ed Pharaoh is going to kill me." he went on, his voice getting louder with every word. "I hate you! You don't give a d*** about anyone! Before I die, I'm going to tell you what I think about you: You're a selfish b****** who will never change! You manipulate human's emotions, pretending to be their friend, then you turn on them! You're a crazy psychopath! You think it's all right to go on killing sprees! Did you ever stop to think those people actually have lives? No! You won't help anyone or let anyone help you! Well **** you!" The other man flinched.
Her dad stopped yelling and lowered his voice. "Jacka**. You disgust me. Get out of my sight. I don't ever want to see you again." The other simply stood there, stunned. After a few seconds, the girl watched as with one swift motion, he grabbed her father by his shirt and lifted him off the ground. "Stop it!" the girl cried, fling herself down the stairs. She ran to her father, tears streaming down her cheeks. The other paused. He stared into her eyes for a moment. Then he dropped her dad. He fell to the floor and stayed there paralyzed with terror. The girl knelt on the floor next to him. "Dad?" she whispered. Then she suddenly turned around, furious and raging at the other man, only to find that he was...gone.
She turned around and helped her father to his feet. He leaned against the wall, wincing in pain, and put a hand on his arm. The girl pulled his hand away to reveal a deep cut in his arm. "What happened?" she said. But the Egyptian shook his head. "Mika...look, you've got to get out of here." he said to the girl. Then he reached into his pocket. "Here, take this. Don't let anyone ever take it from you." he said as he handed her something. Though the girl couldn't see it, she felt cold metal and sharp points on the end of a long rod. "What is it?" she asked, looking at her father with a curious look on her face. "The Millennium Rod. One of seven powerful items. Show it to Ryou Bakura...You remember him, right? He'll tell you about it. He can't show you everything, though. Talk to Bakura, okay?" The girl nodded. "But...beware of the spirit...and be careful around Yugi. Got it?" She nodded again, though a little confused. Suddenly, her dad straightened and stood still.
"He's coming..." he whispered. The girl saw the terrified look on her father's face and worried. "Dad, what's going on? Who's coming?" she said, her voice shaking with fear. Somehow, she felt his fear and knew something was terribly wrong. Her father hugged her briefly and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you." he whispered in her ear and he released her from his arms. A tear rolled down her cheek, she didn't understand. "Go to Bakura's house. Go now! Hurry!" he said as he pushed her away. "Take the long way there. Go!" her dad yelled. But she didn't move. "I won't leave you, Dad!" she cried. More tears rolled down her face. "Go, Malika. Do it for me. Please." The blonde Egyptian now had tears in his eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt." he said, his voice now cracking. A tear slid down his cheek. The girl finally nodded and backed away slowly. Then she turned and ran through the kitchen and out the back door, tears streaming down her face. She clutched the Millennium Rod close to her chest as she ran as fast as her legs could carry her, never looking back. A few minutes later when she was almost around the corner, a pain filled scream rang through the silence of the night. But she kept running, tears falling more heavily, never to see her father again.