I've never done this before but before every chapter(if I remember) I'll try responding to all readers.
Darkside Girl-Yeah, I suppose the big paragraphs can make reading a little hard but I can't really help it, it's the way it turns out, especialy when writing from a charicter's POV.
Enter The Light-Chapter 2
I found out about the Church, it's some place of worship. There is only one God worshipped, and he is simply called God. I had spent the rest of the day learning what I could about this God. This was odd indeed, but now, the Nun as she's called, her name being Sister Mary, allready enrolled me into a school. "No, no!"I cried, not understanding that school was diffrent then studying the ancient scriptures. When she explained to me about school, I felt much better. Yes, this wasn't anything like studying the scriptures. Of course, I would be studying but I would never have to abandon the light again. Since it was my first day I wouldn't be getting anything until the school day was over. I heared it was only a few days into the school year so I won't have missed much. I never went to any school on Egypt, so Sister Mary simply put me in ninthgrade based on my age. She said someone of my age would probaly be more suited in tenth but I wouldn't have a chance unless I entered Ninth grade first. She wrote directions down and thus began my first day of school.
I was as nervous as right before my Tomb Keeper initiation. Of course I had every right to be nervous, as I got nothing but what I expected and even worse from that. I insisted on keeping my jewlery and the Rod with me, the rod being my father's memento. She didn't know of course that I murdered my father. She would never house a murderer! She thought my loyalty to be as forgiving as Christ. When she said it, I didn't know who Christ was, so I asked if that was a friend of hers. I can still remember that roaring laughter, then she said"I suppose you could say that"
This went against everything I was taught in Egypt about the Gods, Orsiris, Ra, Isis who my sister was named after, Anubis and of course the most important God, Amonre. There were other Gods but I could never memorize them all. The school building was tall, and above ground just as she said it was! Many others, some closer to my age then others were headings towards the entrance. I gulped, what would they think of me? They had to wait outside the doors, apparently this was customary. I walked slowly towards them, I could feel and see eyes looking onto me. "Whoa, who's that? What's with the jewlery?"asked one kid. Soon the whole crowd of them were looking at me weirdly. I never expected to feel so alienated in large crowds like this. Just like before when everyone was looking at me. I felt the Rod being snatched out of my hands. Looking up, I saw a much bigger boy then I. He wore a Black shirt with something highly offensive written on it that I wish not to repeat, jeans and other such American clothes. "Give me that!"Iyelled. They all just laughed, I never felt so overwhelmed. "Man, this thing's gotta be worth a ton"he said. Their laughs became louder, I couldn't stand it. I grabbed the Rod. "BACK OFF!"I yelled. His grip was soon gone and I, along with the others looked on shocked as he was sent flying towards the wall. I heared the Rod had powers but I never thought I could unlock them. I couldn't have been ready yet. I held it in my arms, then looked around, everyone looked positively frightened.
Soon several adults came out, all coming towards me. One of them, who looked to be the head of it, snatched the Rod from me. "Come with me"he said. I heared some odd ooh sound from the others. What this meant I didn't know. He looked angry as did the others with him. We stopped in somekind of room with a large desk and many chairs. One of the woman shoved me down roughly on my seat. I could've done without that. "Brining weapons to school is a very serious offense young man"he said. What an insult! "That's not a weapon! That's a memento of my father!"I yelled back. The adults scolded me, I could feel the weight of their anger piling down on me. "You realize I'm going to have to call your parents about this"he said. I was boiling, this man's words were an insult to me. I concealed my anger, seeing their angry looks and lowered my head. "My parents are dead"I said solemnly. None of them seemed to care as I looked up. "You find this an excuse to bring harm to other students?"he asked. That foolish man! What ignorance! "He tried to steal it away from me"I said. "Well then"he said, the others now exiting the room at the rining of a bell. They closed the door behind them. "As the Principal here, I have every right to confiscate any items I consider a distraction or to be dangerous, and such your weapon will remain confiscated!"
I wanted to murder this man, I hated him! I stood up quickly, almost making myself lighyt headed. "That item means everything to me! I'd rather die then lose it!"I yelled. "Keep your voice down and sit!"he ordered. I reluctantly obeyed him. I was driven to kill my father with paticular ease, so why wasn't I just taking the rod and stabbing him allready? "What's your name?"he asked. I held back the bitterness in my voice. "Malik Isthar"I said. He sighed. "Your real name"he said. There was no end to his ignorance. "That is my name!"I said trying my hardest not to yell. I'll be damned if I could take much more of him. "You realize that's an Arabic name"he said. "I'm Egyptian!"I retorted. He shrugged. He didn't even seem to realize how frustrating he was. "I also wish for you to remove that jewlery, such an amount is a distraction to other students. If these things mean so much to you, you shouldn't bring them here where they could get stolen"he said. I began to calm down, he was becoming less annoying. "This is all I have back from Egypt, I wear them everywhere"I said. He yawned, the bastard!
"I see you're the new one we heared about. You're a violent one, not something I'd expect from one who's been raised by a Nun"he said. "I've onmly known her for a day, I just came from Egypt a day or so ago. My parents are both dead, my brother and sister remain in Egypt"I said. "If your parents are dead, how did you come here?"he asked. "Long story"I said. He sighed again. Your clothing is also against the dress code. Far too much of you is exposed. Go to the nurse for a new shirt"he said. "What!"I said. "Do it!"he said. I stomped off, muttering a curse under my breath. I had leaft the door open, the Principal leering at me. "I'll be back for my Rod. You better have it"I threatened and walked away before he could respond. I was handed a piece of paper as I exited. Looking at it, I saw it was my schedule. I was taught how to read one by Sister Mary yesterday so I knew where to go. Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw I could make it just in time for homeroom if I hurried. I felt diffrent without my Rod, like I was naked. I hated that man. Just as the bell rung again, I was inside. Many others wre in the room, and all eyes were focused on me. "You must be the new boy. What's your name?"asked the female teacher. I saw bitterness in her eyes. She was one of the ones from the office. She pretended not to have seen me before. "Malik Isthar"I said. "Don't you dare make trouble for me, don't you dare. I've dealt with trouble makers like you"she whispered harshly. This school wasn't turning out to be much of an imporvement over my years underground. I simply hmphed her and took an empty desk, just to show her I wasn't intimidated. I was a murderer, I shouldn't be intimidated by anyone. "Nice jewlery"said one kid. "Thank you"I said politely enough. The boy had dark yellow hair with the typical American clothes on. Blue jean shorts, sandles, and a white T-shirt. "Malik's your name, huh?"he asked. "My name is actualy Mariku but my name literaly is Malik, which is what I've always been refered to as"I said. "My name's Steve Michales. What class you got next?"he asked. Well this one was turning out to be decent anyway. I looked and told him it was Science. "Oh man, I won't see ya next period. Oh well, see ya later"he said. The bell rang just then. Looking at the schedule, I saw Science would be in this room, the teacher named Miss Douglas. Ra, this was terrbile! I didn't know the first thing about Science, and I was having it with a teacher who'd love to see me dead. School is positively awful!
"If I have to put up with you in class then you better hope I grow a happy mood. Hooligans like you make me sick"she said. Ra woman, you're lucky your Principal isn't propped up dead against the wall in his own blood like my father, and especialy you! All the other students had cleared out, I'm the only one who has to endure her twice! The other students were heading in, many girls and boys alike. As soon as they were settled, Miss Douglas began the torture. "We have a new student in class, his name is Malik Isthar. He comes from Korea-"Egypt"I corrected. "Don't interupt me! Like I was saying, he's from Korea and was sent here for discipline-
I stood up, where did this woman get her information! "No! I'm from Egypt, and I wasn't sent here on discipline problems!"I said. "Mr Isthar I know what I'm taking about. My word, your parents had good reason to send you here"she said. It was the Principal all over again. "My parents are dead!"I said. "Dead? Then how did you get here?"she asked. A day ago I would've been trapped but you'd be suprised what I learned about America in a day or so. "My guardian sent me here for a better life. I was forced to live underground for most of my life"I said. The other students laughed. Laughed! How was this funny? "Don't make up stories"she said. "I'm not making anything up, you don't know anything about me!"I said. "Down to the Principal's office, now!"she said. This made no sense to me. "This class isn't over yet, besides I don't appear to have class with him"I said reading my schedule. The children roared with laughter, for what? "GO! If youy're going to tell the class stories don't do it on my time"she said. "By Ra woman, you're as ignorant as that Principal! You don't know anything about me!"I yelled. "OUT!"she yelled.
I stormed out, but I wasn't staying at the Principal's office. I was going back for my Rod and then leaving. Damn this infernal school to Hell! I had a good memory and found my way to the Principal's office. "Not even five minutes in a classroom and you're back here. I know your type, you'll end up in some street gang and end up a crack addict"he said. I didn't know what a crack addict was and I didn't care. My Rod was leaning in the corner. I walked over to it but he leaped up in front of me. "You haven't earned this back yet"he said. He was back on top as the most annoying person. "I have no reason to stay here with those as ignorant as you"I said. "You must earn it"he repeated. The Rod glew faintly before flying up into my hand. "What!"gasped the Principal. I smirked and walked off. "Get back here! I'll call the Police!"he said. I stopped anmgrily. "Leave me alone! I've had it with your ignorance!"I spat at him. "How have I been ignorant?"he asked. "How haven't you been? You and that idiot Douglas don't know anything about me! She told the class I was from Korea and was sent by my parents for discipline reasons"I said. "Sounds accurate"he said. "I'm from Egypt! My parents are dead! I was sent here to get away from Egypt, not for discipline!"I said. "It's a very nice story but I want the truth"he said. "IT IS THE TRUTH! EVERYTHING I'VE TOLD YOU IS THE TRUTH! IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, LOOK AT THIS!"i roared with fury. I unbuttoned my shirt and showed him my back. "I don't tolerate indecent exposure or tattoos"he said. I learned of what tattoos were, having seen them on the arms of some people. "This wasn't painted on me, it was engraved in my body"I said, putting my hand down it. I seethed a little, still much pain. He put his hand on and then yanked it right off. "You're a masochist!"he said. "No, I was a tomb keeper! My father engravced this in my back!"I said, putting my shirt back on.
"I see you still haven't replaced that shirt like I asked"he said. I had it, I pointed the Rod at him, then saw his eyes become blank. I felt the power flow through and I allready knew how to control it! I mentaly wanted him to lay his head on his desk, and he did so. I smiled. I found something called a speaker, which I heared him speak through in the halls. His tested using him to talk, he sounded like his normal self. Through the speaker, I had him say"Miss Douglas you are an asshole. Miss Douglas you are an asshole. I will be returning Malik Isthar to class and if you don't apoligize to him, you will be fired on the spot. That is all"I turned the speaker off, it was simple to use. I walked out unnoticed, looking at my rod with a smile. The knowledge of how to use it just came to me. I licked my chops, school was going to be very good for me. I wish I could go back in time to see Miss Douglas give me such a bitter and reluctant apology. I held back a laugh, looking at her feel like a fool. Looking at the other students, they gave me a smile. I was overwhelmed by their smiles. The rest of the class went by smoothly enough, I was beggining to get the hang of things. At the end of class, Miss Douglas assigned partners, and I was paired with a girl named Hera. She had lucious long purple hair, with a silk white shirt which made her look snuggled, long blue silk pats and red sneakers.
"No one likes Miss Douglas that much so don't worry about it. You're one of the few who stood up to her"she said. I held back a blush, thanking her. "You're weired, but in a good way. You really are from Egypt, wow. You must not know much about us"she said. "No, the basics only"I said. "Don't worry, I'll help you out. Hera"she said extending her hand. "Malik"I responded, returning the handshake. Egypt and America held a few simalar barebone customs it seemed. I still had much to learn.
?POV:
Oh, such a pretty girl. I want to fuck her good, then torture her, then kill her. I want that other bitch's blood as well, and everyone else. So many people to kill and torture, it's overwhelming. Get them close to me little Malik, feed me their blood, their agony. My lust is growing strong, I need it, Malik.
To Be Continued...
Some of you may be wondering about Yami Malik's(c'mon, who did you think it was)dialouge. I can assure you this is not my take on the charicter, in the original series Yami Malik is like this. He enjoys torturing and killing people, he has no real goal. He's slightly more sedistic in this fic but it's not far off his original charicter and given the situation, it would make more sense for him to be more viscous.
