TDiC: Hey everyone, just want to say thanks in advance for reading this…and if you don't like violence, leave now(and that TdiC is for "The Door is Closed," by the way). Also, this is a one-shot, and I under no circumstances have or ever will own Yu-Gi-Oh. So on with the story.
Crimson RainRyou's feet pounded and sputtered across the pavement, ignoring the pull of water at his legs and the crashing waves his mad dash was causing down the sidewalk. He gasped in pain and all-consuming terror which blotted out all coherent thought but one…no-no-no-no-no-no…NO-NO-NO!!! As the rain lashed into his eyes, they blurred and swam, and he swiped a savage blow across his face-unable to stop the torrent of water streaming down his face where they mingled with bitter tears.
And then…he couldn't see it buried under the water with a mere edge sticking out into the turbulent twilight. An outcropping of uneven cement; his foot was caught on the edge and he plummeted to the earth with a splash muffled by the resounding thunder overhead.
He felt a cold and clammy hand lunge out of the dark, to take his arm in its viselike grip. Icy with a promise of pain, a promise of blood…a promise of death. The first blow was no surprise, and he bit his lip to muffle the cry building in his throat. As he flinched away he bit too deep, and the coppery taint of fresh blood trickled into his mouth. The figure laughed, a low harsh grating, scarcely heard against the cracking strike of lightning throughout the wretched heavens.
Ryou's stomach clenched in anticipation as the expected kick flew into his side with sickening crunch…and crack. He cried out involuntarily with a series of swift blows-legs, back, stomach, head, a paralyzing blow to the neck and spine brought sparks of dizzying light into his vision, the edges clouded gray. A knife, seeming white-hot, sliced with agonizing precision across his face and a long stream of crimson washed into the unforgiving rain. As he coughed weakly, he felt as if a fire had been lit in his gut, and watched numbly as his skin seemed to tear open of its own accord; a ropey, slithering mass of purple-gray flesh sliding out from inside. He put his hands out as if to catch the cascade of red fluid spilling wantonly to the ground, peering with fading sight into the coldly pleased and mocking face of his killer. His knees shook and wobbled unsteadily, and Ryou finally slumped to the harsh earth; the sound of rain and callous laugher pounding in his ears. He slowly let his breath out, body still and unmoving, under the slick sheen of crimson rain.