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Author's note- Well, I didn't get any reviews for my last chapters, but I'm still going… Is there really any point? No, not really, but I'm enjoying writing this so whether you lot like it or not I'M GONNA KEEP GOING ANYWAY… But that doesn't mean I don't want reviews so be nice and send me some… please?

The Beginning of the End

Chapter 4- Chaos

Little Yugi screamed and writhed in his grasp. Pharaoh howled with anger and beat at the glass walls of his prison until his hard fists ached, and still Yugi screamed.

"Yami! Help me Atemu! Please!"

"Yugi…" Pharaoh gulped and renewed his useless onslaught on the walls around him. Faintly he heard the attacker's laugh as a knife appeared in its hand and it drew the blade across Yugi's throat. Not enough to kill him, just to draw his blood. Just to cause him pain. The attacker leant down over the whimpering boy and lapped up his sweet blood, his hood dropping back in the process and revealing silver white hair and a double crossed crucifix scar on his cheek.

"Tomb Robber!" Pharaoh screamed and bashed harder against the walls. In an instant they shattered and he fell face down into the dark shadows surrounding them and was lost. Faintly behind him he heard Yugi's screaming voice.

"Yami!" Closer now, and calmer…

"Yami!" Right in his ear…

"Yaaaaaamiii….. Wake up Pharaoh… Wake up… This is your last chance…" Not Yugi's voice. Bakura's. The voice of the devil.

"No…" Yami whispered, lingering between dream and reality.

"I'm back, Atemu." Pharaoh screamed and woke up entirely, realising at once that Bakura's return was not only a dream. Lunging for the knife he kept beside his bed and dodging Bakura's at the same time he somehow managed to grab the blade and turn to face his opponent. His invisible opponent. He blinked in surprise. It seemed like it had been another dream, but Pharaoh was sure that Bakura's spirit has returned to haunt him, and more insane than before. He gulped back the bile that had risen into his mouth and dried his face with the back of his hand. At least he would be ready.

"Ryou…"

"Who are you?"

"I am you, Ryou." Laughter echoed through the boy's mind. It sent a shiver up his spine.

"You are no part of me. Get out of my head." He tried to keep his thoughts calm, but his own mind would not lie to itself. Ryou was terrified of this voice that had invaded his brain, and it showed in his mind-voice. The invader laughed again.

"That Ring will never leave your neck, sweetheart. Never." Ryou knew that the voice did not lie as it said this, and he couldn't help but let a whimper escape his mouth.

"That's right." The voice crooned. "Be afraid of me. You should be. I am very worthy of your fear, little Ryou." Darkness took a cold grasp of his mind and in moments he had lost control of his body to the fiend.

"No…"

Marik examined his new body thoughtfully. It was surprising that he hadn't changed a bit in the several thousand years that he knew must have passed since he had been sealed in the Rod by Kaiba.

"Still just as beautiful." He giggled to himself, running a loving hand through his platinum blonde hair.

"And still with my same conniving mind. That will come in handy." Standing and stretching his long legs he yawned and strutted out of the tiny room, only to be stopped by…

"Sister?"

"Marik… What have you done?"

"What? I don't know what you…" He followed where she was pointing and saw their father dead on the ground, the Millenium Rod protruding from his chest and his neck on an awkward angle.

"Oh Ra…" He breathed. "Was that me…?"

Ishizu saw the fear in his eyes and embraced him quickly.

"You've changed, Marik. What's happened to you, dear brother?"

A wave of pain washed through his head and he heard a voice coming from his mouth that was not his. It was deeper and more sinister.

"Ishizu, my dear. A lot can change when you're locked away for a millennia in your own mind."

Then the pain was gone and Marik stepped back, reeling. Ishizu was crying.

"It has taken you, then, dear brother Marik. Please… just fight it." And she bolted from the room. Marik leant down to retrieve the Rod from his father's body and wondered what had just happened. So many things had changed since he had been alive, and yet his sister was also here with him and his father was dead by his hands.

"Dear Marik. You are lost. Let me guide you." The voice laughed in his mind.

"Leave me alone, you fiend."

"Oh, but Marik, you are alone. So hopelessly alone." The voice continued to laugh and Marik doubled over in the pain it brought him. "You are free now, Marik. Will you keep me prisoner when you know yourself what it is like to be locked away in darkness?"

"Yes, I am free. I can do what I want now. I have no need of you any more, fiend."

"Fool." Blackness covered Marik's sight and his other took control of him. Nobody could have predicted how much chaos Marik's refusal to cooperate would cause.