Darkside Girl-Glad you're enjoying it. At least someone is.
Enter The Light-Chapter 5
I walked miles and miles, at least it felt like that, until I finally decided to take a rest. I had no destination in mind, my mind was too busy with everything else. I need to go back to Egypt, no question. I can't atone for anything here. Besides, I miss my family so much. I really do. I'm sure they're worried, especialy my brother Rishid. Rishid, Isis. Oh, I'm becoming so sleepy, I walked further then I thought. "I better rest for now. I'll need all my energy for the trip. I will return to Egypt no matter what. The sewer was darker now so I knew it was nightime, as usualy there was much light from the outside.
?POV
Hope you haven't wandered too far little Malik. I climbed up, pushing the lid away and found myself right across from the church where little Malik stayed. I hate that place, it gives me this feeling of light, not the light you can see but feel. I hate light, I want darkness. I knew where to go. I walked myself down in front of little Hera's house, the lights were all out. I licked my chops, I couldn't wait to see my slave girl, Ku Ku Ku. I invinted myself in, my Rod easily able to undo the lock on the door. It was dark inside, everyone was asleep. How perfect.
I walked up the stairs and found one door open, with the light on. Was it her? I walked quietly down, peeking in and I saw it was her, still dressed. She couldn't well sleep. That's allright. I stepped forward and we met eyes, not before my Rod paralyzed her body. There was that one spot in the mind to hit, that's all it took. I turned the light switch off, walking over to her body. The fear in her eyes remained frozen which was good, I liked that look. I rubbed my hand down her body, even scratching her chin. She was so lovely. I took control of her mind now, and she obidiently followed me out. As I stepped out, I remembered the downfall of things, that little Malik would eventualy take control again, why? I didn't need to think hard, even though he isn't aware of me, our thoughts are connected. I sensed strength coming from his love for Rishid and Isis. "Looks like we'll be heading to Egypt to do some killing. Don't worry, we'll come back. We have so much to do"I said. I remembered little Malik passing by the docks while he rode his motorbike around. That was where to go.
I remembered distinctly where I saw it and we walked down together, the boat guarded by two men. Subdueing them was simple with my Rod, while still keeping control over Hera. We stepped inside the boat, I decided to put partial control over one of the guards and ordered him to ride this boat to Egypt. We waited down below in a room until he finally took off. He had only enough will to get to Egypt without my help. He didn't have enough to even begin resisting. I had Hera lay down on the bed, the bottom one. I could keep Malik locked away for a wekk at most , which was long enough. I decided to lock him away in my mind now. He's unconcious and locked away he'll remain son. However he will be able to awaken and break away as long as Isis and Rishid remain alive. One week, that's all. I released my control over Hera, I could only do so much.
Hera's POV
My eyes fluttered open, I felt groggily. I jolted awake when I saw I wasn't in my room, remembering seeing Malik for an instant, then things went black. I covered my mouth, he was standing right there. He saw me and gave me a wave. I imidiately sat straight up and rushed through the door. I was suprised when he didn't try to stop me and found out why when I came up. I was on the top deck of a moving boat. "Isn't it a lovely view?"asked Malik. "Forget this, I'm jumping"I said. My body wouldn't respond again. It came to me last night that I saw him for more then an instant, he was there rubbing his hand on me while I wasn't able to move. He walked away but I still couldn't move even an inch. Oh God, I may suffocate! Then I felt my lungs, chest and mouth able to move, enough to breathe. I took in deep breaths, but I could do nothing else. Malik came back, that sick smile on his face. He came behind me and grabbed my arm, before I felt able to move again. "Ow!"I moaned as he walked me back down. it hurt so much, I couldn't fight back. He shoved me into the room on the bed. He took out a pair of cuffs and locked one of my arms in before I could rush away. Then he took the other cuff and locked it around the beam supporting the bunk beds. I still had a free arm but it didn't do me good. I couldn't break cuffs if my lifge depended on it, which it did!
I looked at him fearfuly, there were no options leaft except to try and withstand this creep. "Malik, I, I was just scared, I didn't know what to think"I pleaded. It was true, I never really hated him, I was just so scared. "I'm not mad at you, I love you. Such a tender, virgin body. I'm going to spare you, and make you my slave. Once we return from Egypt I'll have your other friends join you as well"he said. Okay, brute force was out of the question, the cuff would hold me. I couldn't slip out either, not without cutting myself. That would make me weak and he would easily recuff me. He was dumb enough to keep one of my arms free so I just had to wait until I could use that to my advantage. "We're going to Egypt?"I asked. "Yes, I'm going to finish off little Malik's remaining family"he said. Something was wrong the way he said that. "What do you mean, you are Malik, aren't you?"I asked. "Not entirely. Let me tell you a story"he said sitting down next to me. Being so close to him sickened me. "I'm not the Malik you knew, rather a diffrent person entirely. Malik isn't even aware I exist, but I know everything about him, his thoughts, everything. He's locked away in my mind and once I kill his remaining family he'll remain that way"he said. "So you're a split personality?"I asked. "I'm not entirely sure myself what I am, so you could call it that. It happened six years ago. Malik always hated his life, the destined fate of the tomb keeper"he said.
"Tombkeeper?"I asked. Okay, now this was really getting weired. "3000 years ago, nameless pharoah locked himself away along with another evil he wasn't strong enough to defeat. His memory will have been erased, so an Isthar has been confined to protecting his tomb until he returns and return to him his memory so he may defeat the evil he couldn't before"he said. I could hardly believe this! "He, Malik, had to guard the tomb?"I asked. "Yes, and while he resented this task, it didn't bring me out. It came on his tenth birthday when he recieved initiation, where he was officialy handed the task of guarding the pharoah's tomb and returning his memory. His own father used a hot knife, tied Malik down and carved the inscriptions on his back"he said. I turned my head away, nearly puking. He stood up, taking the shirt off and I saw it, it was there but I turned my head away again. Thank the lord he put his shirt back on, but on the downside he sat back down. "I was born as a result. I took over and killed his father. He thinks he killed him, so he came here, away from his family for atonement, not even aware what my Rod could do until later. I was able to take over thanks to all of you"he said. "Oh my God"i whimpered. I never felt so low, he had suffered so much and we only added to it. Now this freak is out as a result. He stood up. "It's going to be a long trip, make yourself comfy"he said. He closed the door, he was gone for now. I needed to get the key from him somehow, but even then he still has his rod and we're who knows where. I sighed, laying out on the bed. There was nothing I could do now. I had to wait until we went back to town. Oh this was gonna be Hell.
TBC
This chapter took a little longer to update, that happens with my stories quite a bit for various reasons. Anyway I decided to spice things up a bit by having a POV from Hera. She will have more, as will Y. Malik. We'll also see normal Malik a bit.
