'Words of a crazy man'

By GlitnirGebo

Chapter 3 – The end

Great... I think to myself. What are the odds of this?

'Very slim, I should think...'

'I wasn't talking to you.' I lay on the floor of my room, having not moved since I awoke.

'Yes you were...'

I shake my head. 'Whatever.' I'm not even listening to the voice anymore.

'Cheer up my poor little Malik, I just want top be friends.'

'Yeah right!' I snort. I feel the voice's glare.

'Don't believe me? Then let's go play, I'll show you how friendly I can really be.'

I shake my head again. 'I'm staying right here.' I say.

'Oh, does my poor little Malik wish to go back to sleep?'

I bolt into a sitting position. 'No, I'll be fine!'

'Oh, someone's getting a bit cranky. Sounds like nap time to me...'

-I run straight at the man, not bothering to stay in the shadows this time. My feet make no sound against the ground. Before the man even has time to realise what is happening, his life is sucked away.-

'Ahhh!' I scream and run into the bathroom.

'What's wrong my poor little Malik, aren't you having fun?'

I turn the shower taps on all the way, hoping to block out the voice.

'That's not very nice...'

I do the same with the bath taps and the sink.

'If you don't want to see me when I'm angry Malik, I would stop this stupid behaviour.'

'No!' I scream, 'Please, just leave me alone!'

'I'm afraid I can't do that, my poor little Malik...'

'Liar! You brought yourself here, so you can leave just as easily! Just go away!'

'That was a bad idea, Malik. Now I don't feel like being so nice to you.'

I suddenly realise the stupidity of my actions. 'W-what are y-you going to do?' I quietly stutter, knowing the voice will hear me over the noise of all the water.

'I shall remind you...'

'Re-remind me of w-what?'

'Your past... Our times shall intertwine, and you can't do a damn thing about it...'

I don't understand what the voice means, but I know it's means something bad is about to happen.

'Remember your past...'

'M-my p-p-past?'

'Yes, your past, my past...our future...'

I suddenly feel like my mind is suffocating. The pain is overwhelming.

'My passion and desire

Is like no other.'

Those words...they sound so familiar...

'While they long for love

And life,

I do not'

Where are these words this voice says from? I must remember!

'I can not.'

I've heard them before...

'How do they like such things?

My love is strong.'

I continue to rock back and forth, holding my head as the pain increases, pushing me past breaking point.

'And my love is?

It is a death...'

Suddenly the pain is no more...

'Murder.'

- - - - -

'He's gone...' The ambulance pulled away from the house.

'Did he have any family we can contact?' The man from homicide turned to the police officer standing next to him.

'Yes, Sir. He has, or at least had, a sister who lives in Egypt.'

'Please inform her of her brothers demise. It looks like we have a murder investigation on our hands.' He said, starring at the pool of blood on the bathroom floor.

- - - - -

Isis's POV:

I bolt up in bed. Moments ago the sound of screaming surrounded me, but now...silence. 'Malik.' I whisper, startling myself. Why had I thought of my brother? I close my eyes and try to think back to what I had been dreaming. The screaming, it's all I can remember. I get out of bed, heading to the phone to call my brother, to make sure he's okay. Before I can pick up the receiver, it rings. I pick it up. 'Hello?' I say.

'Good morning. I am speaking to Isis Ishtar?' Says the person on the other end.

'Yes you are. How may I help you?'

'I work for the Domino police. I have news of your brother, Malik. You may wish to be seated for what I have to tell you.'

'Tell me!' I ignore the mans request.

'I'm afraid I have some bad news. I'm sorry Miss. Ishtar, your brother's dead.'

I fall to my knees and the phone falls from my hands. 'Dead...'

'Miss. Ishtar? Miss. Ishtar! Please answer me!' I hear the mans voice call.

I pick up the phone, still kneeling. 'I'm still here.'

'I'm sorry for your loss. But I'm afraid you're going to have to identify his body.'

'Okay. I'll fly there as soon as I can...' My words are slow.

'Thank you, Miss. Ishtar.'

'Goodbye...' I hang up the phone and get up. I walk over to my bed and collapse in a heap. Tears stream from my eyes. I know my brother wasn't the nicest person, and that he made some mistakes in his life, did some things he shouldn't have, but I never thought he deserved to die. I pray to the heavens. 'Please...look after my brother...'

Author's Notes: A big 'thank you' to everyone who reviewed. I had a lot of fun writing this story, and also shed a lot of tears. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Oh...one more thing...do you think i should do a sequel?