Wounded Hearts

Chapter 15: Evil Never Dies ...

They had arrived in the palace's main room; where they pharoah was. He sat on his throne looking rather pleased, he had a cruel smile on his face.

He sat up and looked pleasantly at them, "I have found you ... at last. And this time, neither of you will leave this palace ... alive."

Marik didn't look at him.

Yami smirked, "So ... so these are the forbidden lovers?"

Bakura said nothing and neither did Marik.

"Aw ... what a peculiar story you have ..." he continued.

Both were shoved in front of the Pharaoh's feet, as if expected to bow or grovel.

None of them did anything except stare at the floor.

Yami drawled on. "As punishment...lets see..." he said as he pondered on. "Ah yes ofcourse ... Cazim tells me how good you are in bed, young Marik. I'd like to try you out."

Bakura's head lifted slowly to look at Yami, but then dropped back down. However, Marik's head shot up immediately.

"NO!" Not that!"

Yami chucked darkly and stood up. Fear showed plainly in Marik's eyes.

And Yami loved every second of it. He licked his lips as Marik wimpered pathetically, "Please no ..."
Yami took one step forward while Marik took two steps backwards.

The double door opened and interrupted the whole cat and mouse charade. There stood Shadi, Ishizu, and Set. Shadi's storm-blue eyes flashed as he saw his brother chained up.

At once protectiveness took over him and he, forgetting all devotion to the Great and Mighty King of Egypt, shouted, "What is the meaning of this!"

Yami's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You forget your place. We have finally caugh this foolish bastard, insolent one."

Shadi frowned, "Then your highnedd will do well in giving him to us ... back ...?"

"I will do good in teaching him a lesson. Now, like I said, Cazim speaks highly of him ... and his talents, so I would like to try him out ..."

Shadi paled and Ishizu fainted. Set caught her, "Priestess? Priestess Isis!"

Yami laughed darkly, "Guards take these to ... the room."

Shadi ran over to his brother, "You will not take him! Not while I'm still alive!"

Yami smirked, "Then you won't live! Guards, take hold of him too! And Set, don't let that wretch out of your sight!"

Set nodded as his blood boiled with anger at Yami calling the Priestess a 'wretch'.

The guards dragged Shadi, Bakura, and Marik to 'the room', wharever that was.

Shadi fought his captors like a madman, Marik thrashed around as much as he could, and Bakura was begingin to snap out of it and fighting back too.

Bakura managed to kick a guard in the shin and escaped from his grasp. But then, somea guardslammed him against the wall very harshly.

There, the other guard chained him to the wall. Shadi was chained up next to him. Marik, meanwhile, had been tied to the bed in the center of the room.

The guards left quickly looking disgusted as they left.

Shadi and Bakura's eyes widened as they saw Yami approach the bed with what was unmistakably ... lust.

Yami tore of Marik's clothes in a manner that was almost beastly. He licked Marik's cheek and trailed his tongue down Marik's neck.

Then he stripped his own clothes off and positioned himself at the crying boy's entrance. Marik screamed as he entered the slim, tight body. Bakura's knuckles and face were white.

"Thief? How do you like this! Let me say this, you have good taste ... he's wonderfully TIGHT!" And then Yami moaned and Bakura's ears reddened with anger.

"SON OF A THOUSAND WHORES!" Bakura yelled. Yami froze and pulled away from Marik. He clapped his hands and a very buff slave entered.

"So thief ... son of a thousand whores am I not ...? Well ... let's play a game then. Slave, take hold of the whip and turn the thief over.

Before Bakura could figure out what was going on, he was pulled onto a table facing the bed and tied down.

Yami smiled and nodded approvingly, "Now thief ... every time Marik makes a sound you will be whipped."

Marik wimpered and his eyes widened, "NO! NO! DON'T DO THIS! Please not that! Don't hurt him!"

Yami silenced him with a look, "And when he doesn't make any sounds I will 'fuck' him harder. So now ... let's begin."

Bakura was cursing Yami into the Seven Hells of the Underworld by then. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as Marik cried out, signaling the begin of the torture.

And so it went, Marik crying out louder and louder in pain, (NEVER pleasure, no!), and Bakura got whipped harder and harder, until the cloth of his shirt ripped, and the skin on his back ripped, and blood splattered onto the floor.

Then, just as Bakura thought he would die, he heard a louder cry and the whip never came.

Bakura opened his eyes and looked onto the bed. Marik was standing on it. Yami had been thrown across the room along with the slave. The boy's hair was rising up and his eyes were, literaly, red.

Yami looked at the 'beast' that stood in front of them as well as Shadi. Bakura, using the energy that was left inside of him struggled to keep his head up, and what he saw horrified him. That 'thing' was not his Marik.

This 'thing' now standing naked on the bed above them all smirking in delight, he looked pleased at their shock. Slowly, with an almost inhuman grace, the 'thing' stepped down from the bed and put Yami's robe on. He then picked the Rod up.

He pointed it in Yami's direction, not hesitating at all. And then very slowly, his lips curved into a smirk again. It spoke with a voice that dripped in the esscence of death and evil.

All of the people shuddered as he said these words, "And now ... false King ... I shall take your place and rule Egypt with an evil so black ... you will be looked upon as a mere child compared to me. Darkness shall envelope Egypt in a black cloud that I will rule!"

Bakura meekly stared at him and Yami sneered at him.

Next to him Bakura heard Shadi sigh, "This is why I left home in the first place ..."

Yami was still sneering at him.

Bakura ignored the pharoah and using the strength he had, he tried to loosen the grips.

He struggled with the ropes for a while. Meanwhile Yami stood up and grabbed a kilt to put on. The servant tied it around Yami's hips quickly, "Enough, you little bitch. Your 'threats' don't impress me."

Now it was 'Marik's' turn to scoff.

His expression was no longed sarcastic, it was serious. His eyes flashed dangerously and the Rod began glowing.

Yami was not fazed; he reached for his puzzle.

But before he could so much as reach it, the 'thing' slammed him onto the wall behind him. Yami crumpled onto the floor, his head bleeding.

Bakura was still strugggling with the ropes, he pulled and tore at them with his teeth as 'Marik' turned on the slave. In a flash of golden light, the servant's head was smashed in two.

And then the 'thing' turned on Bakura. Bakura could not stiffle the scream that rose in his throat as he saw 'Marik' covered in blood, holding the servant's brain, and smirking.

Bakura pulled on the ropes with all his might and (at last!) he pulled free. In a second Shadi was free as well. The dark haired man pulled Bakura to the door and dragged him to the door as fast as he could before Marik could stop them. But Bakura pulled back.

"No. You can go."

Shado raised an eyebrow, "Stay and die aat his hands. I know what you're thinking, but there's no way to get him back ... no way at all. Marik is gone."

At those words Bakura scowled in anger, "You give up on your little brother so easily! Run like a coward if you must! But I'm staying! My Marik is somewhere in there, anyway, you'd just get in the way ..."

Shadi smiled, "Just don't get too fucked up by my baby brother, okay?"

Bakura rolled his eyes and turned to Marik. He walked up to the monster who stood defiantly in the center of the room, grinning. Bakura looked into its eyes.

'Yes ... there it is ... that trace of pain I always saw in My Marik's eyes when he cried ... please Marik ... '

Bakura grabbed 'Marik's' shoulders and looked deep into its eyes again, "Marik ... I know you're in there ... please ... come back. Fight it."

Bakura saw a flicker of good shine through for a second then it was gone. The monster smiled, "Marik ... Marik is not here anymore ... now there is only me, Malik."

Bakura frowned, "I know Marik is in there somwhere. Come on Marik! Please ... fight for me ..."

And then came the innocent glimer into Marik's eyes.

And then before Bakura could see it, he was thrown against the wall. His head smacked against the wall and everything went black.


OMFG! NOOOOOO! What a short chappie! DON'T KILL ME! PLZ! Well ... okay I guess you can kill me, but NOT before the story is finished! "wink" No I'm serious, don't kill me. So yeah ... I'm ranting huh ... so yeah. R&R PLZ!