Wounded Hearts
Chapter 3:Breaking Away
The three soldiers marched through the Sahara Desert, weapons ready, as they went about searching for the tomb robber.
"Alright men ... we're looking for a man like this ..." he said jabbing his stubby finger and the Wanted poster of the thief. The man was one of Egypt's best commanding officers. He was known as Hakim. Two groups of men went already in search for the thief and he was left with three soldiers.
"Yes sir," the two men beside him said.
The three men set off for one of the tombs, the pharohs father's tomb to guard it. It was most likely the next tomb that the thief would strike at.
The soldiers soon found a boy of about sixteen, outside of it, who looked beat and half-starved to death. He was sleeping behind a well, sprawled across the gleaming sands as the hot sun beat on him. The guards could see the faint lines of his scars through the thin cloth of his ragged garment.
They quickly rushed over to him, and the two officers beside Hakim seized him.
The slim boy woke up with a start. He looked from Hakim to the other officers who now restrained him with an expression of mixed shock and horror.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" Hakim asked, feeling not even the slightest syphathy for the bruised boy.
"I'm ... Marik Ishtar and i was ... j-just ..."
Marik just stood there, frozen in fear.
"An Ishtar...eh? You're the brother of Isis Ishtar the priestess, am I correct?! You're a tomb keeper! Your duty is to be down there! What are you doing out here!"
Marik broke down into tears, "I don't WANNA be inside!!! I love it here! Please don't make me go back!"
The officer ignored his words and then grabbed him by the arm. "Where is your father?!"
"Please not him!!! He's down there! If he wakes up and finds me gone I'll be punished!!!"
Marik shuddered, "Please no!"
He ignored the boy again and notioned the two officers to take him down. Hakim then followed.
Marik tried to struggle but was too weak to do much as he was dragged towards the tomb entrance, "PLEASE NO!!!! SOMEBODY!!!! ANYBODY!!!! HELP ME!!!!"
"Quiet boy!" Hakim yelled
Marik continued to struggle and yell for help.
Meanwhile the thief, Bakura, watched from behinnd a large, crumbling rock.
Bakura inwardly felt pity and sypathy for the boy. It reminded him of the hardships he had to go through.
Marik meanwhile tried to yank his arm out of the soldier's grasp as Hakim began opening the tomb's door.
"NO!!!! NOT THERE!!! PLEASE NOT THERE!!!"
Hakim just look at the boy with disgust.
"STOP IT PLEASE!!!! NOT IN THERE!!! PLEASE!!! ANYWHERE ELSE!!!"
He ignored the boy and motioned his soilders to throw him in there. They did as they were told and locked the black, steel door.
Marik immediately felt scared.
"No ... please no ..."
He knew if he spoke above a whisper his father would hear and then ... there'd be hell to pay. Eyes wide the small boy hugged his knees, praying to Ra for a savoir.
Bakura looked at the spot of where Marik once sat on, rather slept on. Sighing, he overcame his guilt by saying to himself that he wasn't here to save some boy all the time. He was on a mission; to gain the Millenium Items. With those words set on his mind, he walked away.
Marik shivered knowing his father would be looking for him in just moment's time. "R-ra? W-why does stuff like th-this always happen to me?"
Suddenly, he could hear footsteps drawing of where he was. Tears poured even harder as he thought of the wrath that was to come.
'Ra please ... help me ... this can't be happening ...'
The door creaked open. He dared not open his eyes.
Marik trembled as he covered his head with his hands," Daddy I'm sorry! Please don't do this!"
"Daddy..." Bakura said with amusement, arching an eyebrow.
Marik froze as he looked at the thief, "YOU!"
"Yes me."
"Why are you here! I TOLD you I don't KNOW anything about the Items!"
"It's not ... that." Bakura said with diffuculty, keeping his usual cold tone.
"Huh? Then what?"
"Look...I'm doing you a favor. Either stop sulking or I'll close the door and never come back for you again!"
"Y-you came back for me!"
Marik's mouth dropped open.
Bakura growled slowly, his patience for him was gone. "Look get up or or be stuck in this hell hole!"
Marik blinked twice and blushed, "First ... answer me. Why'd you come back for me?"
"You ask too many questions!" The thiefturned on his heel and turned towards the door.
Marik frowned, "I just wanna know!"
"Forget it! I'm leaving!"
"Wait for me at least!"
He grunted. Once they were both outside, Bakura closed the door with a slam. The sound echoed throughout the corridoors.
"Lets go already" he said hastily when hearing the noise.
Marik sighed, "Alright ... but go WHERE exactly?"
Where would they go? Bakura only thought of saving him not thinking of where to leave the boy. He let out a fursterated sigh and thought of one thing; he would have to be withthe boyfor the time being.
A/N: Please excuse all those tiny grammar mistakes. It seems my co-writer can't learn the meaning of that word. YES YOU NANCY!
Punctuation, COMMAS, CAPITALIZATION, and all those wonderful aspects of Enligh my friend can't seem to grasp! "cries" OH WHAT A CRUEL WORLD!!! Next thing I know she'll be writing like this: En den bkura puled mrik down on da bed and fked 'im sencles.
"sulks" Wanna make me feel better? REVIEW!!!! R&R PLZ!!! Oh and Fountain of Prettyness? HI!!!! "wink"
