Finally chapter three. :) It took me ages… Mostly because I was in the middle of a test week. (kind of like exams only three times a year…) For another part because I've started another story. (no fanfiction this time :P) Well, whatever, just enjoy and tell me what you think! That means: REVIEW:D

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…The knife cut though the darkness…

The metal dug itself into his flesh.
A scream echoed through the valley.

He had fallen on the ground and his blood already started to spread.
Slowly I got up from my seat and walked closer.

There was no more doubt in his eyes.
Just fear.

I stood next to him and listened to his shallow breathing.
How he tried to make as less sound as possible.

Maybe I would leave him alone if he did.

I kneeled down and pulled my knife from his leg.
A second, paralyzing scream filled the air.

"I'm still waiting for your answer."

A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife, landing in front of his eyes.
He didn't dare to look up.
Instead, he fixed his gaze on the little red spot in the sand.

"Will you… let me go then?"

I smiled, reducing my voice to a soft whisper.

"Maybe."

He knew it was in vain, but still…
That what aimed for, happened.
His eyes lit up, filled with hope.

Good.

Now I could take that away…

I smirked even more.

"So, you were spying on me… And you thought you could get away with that?"

The man clutched his leg with both hands.
He managed not to scream.
He even said something to me without fainting. (fool)

"I know… there is no right answer."

I still used the same dangerous whisper.

"When did I say anything about right or wrong?"

He didn't answer me, but started to crawl away.
I stood up.
Why do they always try?
I just watched him struggle for a while.
Then I grew bored and studied the bloodstained knife in the moonlight.

"You really think that pitiful attempt to flee is going to work?"

The man stopped his attempts to get away.
He wasted lots of effort to sit up and turn around.

"What… would you do?" he asked.

I walked towards him again and sat down.

"I would've never been caught."

I stuck my knife in the sand while he was still trying to cope with what I said.
He probably wasn't too smart.
No use in torturing people who don't even understand what you're talking about.

"So what did you come here for?"

He looked at me with that dumb expression.
I let out a deep sigh.
What kind of an idiot…

"Don't tell me you're here just to keep me company… You're boring as hell."

I picked up the knife again.

"Or do you like spying on people in the middle of the night? This area is supposed to be restricted."

His gaze switched between me and the knife.
I felt my good mood coming back.

"Please answer me while it's still tonight…"

The bloodstained knife was like a magnet to his eyes.

He remained silent.
I sighed, once again getting annoyed.
Stupid mood swings.

"Time's up."

I grabbed the collar of his tunic and dragged him further up the cliff.
I heard him gasp in agony every time his leg hit a rock.
Once arrived, I threw him with his back against a giant stone.
He landed with his full weight on his wounded leg and couldn't hold in his screams any longer.

I folded my arms and gave him one of my most dark and threatening looks.

"Last chance. What are you doing here and why?"

It took him almost five minutes to pull himself up.
I pushed him back on the ground.
His face wasonly inches from mine.
His eyes looked like long tunnels of fear.

I lifted the knife.
It flashed in the moonlight.

"Well, if you're not planning to answer me when I'm being nice…"

With my left hand I held him down and with my right one I brought the tip of the knife to his forehead.
He tried to struggle himself free.
He was to weakened by his loss of blood.
I put my foot against his leg.
The struggling stopped.

"Give me your reason and I let you go." I said.

There came no reaction.
I pressed the knife harder against his head.
A small trickle of blood dripped into his eye.
He blinked and gathered all energy he had left.

"I… can't tell… you that."

His voice was almost too soft to be heard.
I didn't say anything back.
I just pulled the knife down over the bridge of his nose.
Red trails seeped over his face into his eyes.
They slowly blinded his view.

And he screamed hard enough to alert every guard in the valley.
The echoes surrounded them from all sides.
They must have thought it was a restless spirit.
Actually it was… Or would be.

I suddenly let go of him.
He grabbed his face and fell flat on the ground.
He started to cry.

I sat down on a nearby rock and waited until he was done sniveling.
I didn't let my impatience reach the surface.
Instead, I started to clean the knife.

Eventually the crying softened.
In the end it died out completely.

He laid against the giant stone, shivering and with his face and hands covered in blood.
His leg was also still bleeding.
If he didn't give some answers soon, he would die before I could kill him.

"Do you want to talk now?"

I could almost feel his terror and exhaustion.

"Where... do I get… with… telling you?"

I burst out in hollow, echoing laughter.

"Where? You're asking me where you'll get?"

An almost choking silence filled the air.

"You can't imagine that on your own?"

My words filled the air like a thick fog, letting the man make up his own horrible end.
People know their own fears.
They don't need others to make their death a living hell.

"…The ...painting," he sighed.

I lifted an eyebrow.

"Painting?"

This man came all the way to the valley,
had in some miraculous way, despise his stupidity, evaded all the guards
and lay here dying on the ground…
Just to see some stupid painting?

"That must be a valuable one then…"

I had seen thousands of wall paintings in my career.
Most of them were very boring, just showing how great someone's life had been.
I never really paid attention to them.

"Tell me more about that thing."

I stood up and pushed the knife under his chin.

"It was… something about huge… power… magical…"

He had caught my attention.

"Where?"

He swallowed.
The cut that split his face in two was still bleeding.
So was his leg.
He was well aware of the pointed steel almost piercing through his throat.

"I… don't… know exactly…"

He saw my eyes.

"The alchemists… tomb… It holds some… connection with… the… old… phara… oh…"

His voice faded.
I smiled.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

I didn't need him any longer.

So, hope you enjoyed… And please review or I'll send Diabound and he is big, scary,strong and dangerous!

Diabound: /hops by/ SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR!

Esther: /sweat drops/ Well… You get the point…

Bakura: /gets tackled by Kuriboh/ AARGH GET OFF ME YOU BIG, USELESS BALL OF FLUFF! O.O