Summary: I just saw Valon's past and it inspired me. So, I shall write. Valon was raised on a secluded island with nothing but a deck and a duel disk. He had to duel and win to survive. This is his story...
Chapter 1
"AH!" the guard screamed, as he fell to the floor.
"Yeah! Get him Valon!" one of the boys shouted.
Valon looked at the guard. He kicked him and felt a satisfactory grin spread across his face. "See ya mate," he said as he ran swiftly down the hall.
He kept getting closer and closer to the exit. His sprits lifted as he came to the last corner. 'I'm gonna make it!' he thought excitedly. 'I'm finally gonna make it!'
He turned the corner only to have his face slam into the stomach of another guard.
"Not today kid!" the guard shouted and grabbed his wrist tightly.
Valon winced in pain as the guard's meaty fingers dug into his flesh. Nonetheless, he wouldnt let that silence him. "Lay off!" he shouted. He managed to wrench his hand out of the guard's grip and began running again.
He was closer then he'd ever been, when three guards ambushed him from out of nowhere.
In the end, Valon was laying in a cell. A bruise was had yet to form around his eye, and the rest of his body had suffered from various other cuts and bruises. Although, he had gotten in a few punches and kicks, leaving him to feel as though he had won the fight.
"Hey man," one of the kids said. "Better luck next time."
"Yeah," was Valon's reply. His tone indicated that he was no mood for talking, casuing the boy move right along in the his cell.
"Hey!" someone shouted. "It's here!"
Valon opened one eye. "It?" he wondered allowed.
"It" was the boss of this hellhole. Though they were children in cells they were still children. They did as all children do, they created names for things they did or didn't like. It was the boss and It also, rarely came into the actual holding cells. Whenever It did visit, it usually indicated something very good, or very, very bad. And it was hardly ever good.
It was now standing in front of Valon's cell, looking quite smug.
Valon closed the eye he had opened and smiled. "What is it bossman?" he asked, his tone not portraying any fear.
It winced. Valon was the only who had the guts, or the nerve in It's opinion, to speak to It that way. Everyone else called him sir.
Today, however, It was in a good mood. So he let it slide. Instead of the usual 'Shut up and listen!' routine, he smiled. "What would you say if I told you that you could get out of here? And you don't have to run, he added as an afterthought.
"I'd say; what's the catch?" The comment got quite a few snickers from the kids, though they were immediately silenced by the guards.
"No catch," he said reassuringly. "At least not a big one," he added, in a quieter tone.
Valon opened his eyes and sat up, feeling each bruise independently from the fight earlier. "Eh," he shrugged. "It's probably better then this hellhole. When do I leave?"
"You leave as soon as possible," and you won't be coming back, the boss added to himself. At least, not alive.
A/N: yea...it's weird my friend made me put it up...
