Chapter I: Escape
" 'And like a little girl that cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams, a nightmare can consume you, take hold of you, and never let you go. Only light can set you free, but the true question is if you can set the light free?'" Mazaki Anzu recited, her azure eyes scanning the pages of her navy blue book, rereading the poem once more. She had never read anything so passionate and beautiful. She looked up to see her friends playing at a desk, and she smiled at how deep they drowned themselves in such games like Magic and Wizards. The best amongst them was a small boy with multiple colored, spiky hairs named Motou Yugi. She found his hairstyle a bit bizarre, but not himself. He was one of the kindest people she knew.
"Alright, Yugi, let's see how you fair against this monster!" cried an excited and energetic blond boy, his brown eyes sparkling like opals. He resembled quite a bit of a dog, more like a puppy, with those eyes. His name was Jonouchi Katsuya, and though he was a bit of a punk, he was Yugi's best friend. Those two were inseparable.
"Hey, did you guys hear about that new student transferring here?" asked another boy with spiked brown hair. His name was Honda Hiroto. Yugi looked up, interested in this new bit of information.
"A new student transfer? You mean like Bakura?" he asked.
"Nah, this is different. This girl is dressed so strange. You should see her," Honda spoke.
"You sound like you've already met her," Jonouchi spoke.
"I didn't, but I saw her. And there she is," Honda looked up to the front of the class, and about the same time everyone did. What they saw pretty much surprised all of them. A tall girl that looked about sixteen walked in, her shoulder length black hair with red streaks in random places swaying wildly around her face, her dark silver eyes scanning the room darkly. As she did so, a sneer formed on her face and she stalked to the back of the classroom, sitting at an empty desk far from the crowds and groups talking excessively. Anzu and the others noticed this, but said nothing until the next break.
At break, though, they didn't get to greet the new girl, because immediately she stalked out of the room and disappeared. Yugi and his friends headed up to the roof, normally a place where they went to think or to hang out. As they climbed the large stairs leading up to it, Jonouchi began talking about the new girl.
"Man, I think she looks like a freak!" Jonouchi cried.
"I don't know, Jonouchi, I think she looked…interesting. We don't know her, so we shouldn't call her a freak," spoke Anzu. "I thought of you as a freak when I first met you. Actually, I still think you are."
"Yeah, thanks a lot," Jonouchi shot at her sarcastically.
"I like her hairstyle. It's unique. She's a transfer? Where's she from, Honda?" Yugi asked.
"No clue. No one would say. I'm guessing America or somewhere," Honda said.
They reached the door leading to the roof and Jonouchi opened it. He walked out into the bright and warm sunlight, feeling its warmth on his back. He lifted his arms in the air and sighed. "That feels good." He stretched and then turned to the others, noticing their stares past him but towards the fence that borders the edge of the building. Leaning against the fence, the wind billowing the edges of her cool and thin hair was that new girl, one hand gripping through the railing while the other hung loosely to her side, her back towards them as she stared out into the city. However, she knew they were there.
"You know, I came up here to be alone, but if you losers are going to follow me, I suggest you better not," she warned, finally turning to them. Darkness filled her eyes, but she smiled darkly at them, which didn't make it any better.
"We're sorry, we didn't know anyone was up here," Yugi spoke.
"Well, then maybe you should check before assuming something," she spoke. Her voice was low and stern, and was strangely familiar to Yugi, but he ignored it. She stared at him, and then noticed the Millennium Puzzle around his neck. "Motou Yugi, huh? King of Games? How very…shrewd."
"What!" Jonouchi yelled. He approached her, feeling as if he was being insulted instead of Yugi.
"Oh, and look, Yugi, you have your own little monkey-boy to protect you like those baboon bodyguards. How amusing," she spoke with a smile. Then she turned to Yugi, her smile dark and malevolent. "Can't you face me head-on, like in your duels? Or are you too good for me?"
"That's it!" Jonouchi yelled. He ran at her, but immediately she dived her head under, her foot swinging out, and colliding with his ankles, knocking them out from under him, and he hit the floor hard. She smiled at her work as she stood back up. Jonouchi rubbed his head as he sat back up, realizing he didn't know she could move that fast. He hadn't even thought once before he saw her dive and less than a second later a pain shot through his legs and he was on the ground. How could….
"Damn, that girl can move," Honda spoke.
"Thanks, but it's not even a bit of what I can do. I hate it when someone so well known for being the best can't take a fight with me. It's being hypocritical, and I seriously hate people like that. People, like you, Motou Yugi," the girl sneered. She turned and stalked away to the other end of the building, but Yugi noticed something about the girl. She strangely reminded him of someone. Someone he knew, but didn't like too well. Nevertheless, who? He didn't like several people out there.
Silhouettes passed by, covered in blinding sunlight that welcomed each soul with burning warmth. The souls that walked by always were innocent and common, never suspecting that there is always darkness where there is light. Just like one unsuspecting soul who is now sealed within his own body, being used by the spirit created from his rage and anger. This spirit hid in the shadows of the alley during the day, and wandered the streets freely and darkly at night, watching each passerby, hoping one of them possessed a beautiful jewel in the form of an eye around their neck. But not just yet.
He knew if he ever found the amulet, he would have to find the one who held the spirit of the god within them in order to unleash his power. Power of the sun, power of the sky, the ultimate power of light. But what if he could turn it from the power of light to the power of darkness. Like Seth, who was the king of darkness? He was nothing but a pawn to fight against Horus, blinded by rage and anger to attack his brother's own son. Osiris would be please to know that. But who was he to say so? Darkness and light are two elements never to meet…until now.
As the dark figure watched each body pass by in the daylight, his amethyst eyes shielded in the shadows of the alley, he realized that his other's sister would have already arrived here. This is where the sacred land was when the ancient battle was fought between Horus and Set. The ancient battle of light and darkness, good and evil, that still carries on to this day. This land, now covered by buildings and objects of man's wealth and greed, blinded by the known greedy businesses and companies. No mortal humans held respect for the ancient burials of their own ancestors and gods. How cruel. He'll change all that. As soon as he found what he was searching for.
He looked up to see someone that looked slightly familiar to him. An older man with graying hair around his green eyes. He was an archeologist excavating Egypt when his hikari and his sister stumbled upon him and his group, aiding their search. Suddenly, the stranger remembered something. He had discussed with Isis and his other that he had discovered something extraordinary in his search, but he wouldn't tell them what. Accompanied by a few of his colleagues, the older man began a conversation with them.
"It is truly a remarkable sight to behold. A beautiful necklace with a black gem in the shape of an eye. I haven't identified where or what it's from, but I suspect an artifact from a former queen of Egypt. It's truly a beautiful necklace, and what makes it astounding is that it's in perfect shape, not so much as a dust particle on its rings," the man spoke. The stranger's ears perked up, intent on eavesdropping in this conversation.
"Must be worth a bundle. I'll see it first, and then we'll talk about profits," spoke one of his colleagues.
"Oh, no, Ganaki, this object is not for sale. I'm hoping to give it to my niece, Rika, before the day is done. It'll be in the museum for the rest of the day, but by tonight, this necklace will be in the hands of a mature and responsible young girl. The poor dear," the older man spoke solemnly.
"You're all she has, huh?" one of them asked.
"'Fraid, so, but not to fret, she turns of age soon. She has enough money to support herself and the one she loves. Who knows? She's advance so far into life that her mother has never been able to catch up. I am all she has, but she shows no sign of depression or response to this fact. I worry she might be repressing it."
"Just let her be. I'm sure she's fine, a wild cat she is."
The stranger watched them walk off, taking in every detail of the conversation. The museum, huh? How quaint that it should in the same building where his last adventure began. He smiled, licking his lips in anticipation. This'll be fun. He couldn't wait for the night to arrive and for him to strike. To take the amulet for himself.
As he thought this, the sunlight streamed into the shadows, crossing over the stranger's spiked, golden blond hair and his dark demeanor, his amethyst eyes flashing in the darkness with a murderous gaze. Yes, this will be fun.
"Isn't it lovely, Rika?" asked Professor Shinto. Standing beside him was a young girl of sixteen, her short black hair with red streaks in it spread across her shoulders, her silver eyes staring dully at the beautiful amulet behind a glass case in the huge room. A crowd had surrounded them, staring and awing at the gem. It was a peculiar gem, a black one shaped into the pupil of what looked like an eye. The girl was the only one in the whole room not interested, or even there, for the matter. She was more bored than a jock in a library.
"Yes, Uncle Hiro, it's lovely," she spoke solemnly. She turned and walked away toward the front doors, staring out at the bright day, her black t-shirt with a skull upon her chest billowing in the soft wind, her black pair of jeans, torn in several places and red blotches all over, along with her spiked wristbands, she definitely wasn't someone to spend the day in a museum. She couldn't believe, more than anything that she was going to receive such an ugly gift for her tomorrow. Talk about lame.
As she walked out into the sunlight, something caught her eyes, sparkling in the light. Something gold, something beautiful in the light. She shielded her eyes and looked up to see a stranger approach the museum from the streets. This being's appearance was so strange and different, yet, in her opinion, quite elegant. He had spiked, golden blond hair that framed his dark face, and a few blond strands hovered over his dark and malevolent amethyst eyes. His clothing was quite unusual, a dark shirt that covered his upper torso, but not his dark and somewhat masculine arms, along with beige jean. Along his biceps were gold bands, and on his wrists also. He looked at her with an evil smile, and she returned it, finding his appearance quite a bit elegant with so much darkness surrounding him.
"You know, if you come in here, you'll fit right in," she mocked him. An eyebrow quirked up at this insult, but then his smile widened as he drew closer.
"You really think so?" he spoke in low, drawling, and malevolent voice. So dark and cold it could pierce the day with an era of an Ice Age. She loved the sound of it. It sent shivers down her body. She didn't even know this person, and she didn't like him, but she did find quite dark and maybe even evil. That was very interesting and amusing to her.
"Yeah, I mean, they have exhibits on Egyptian artifacts and really weird objects. I'd say you'd become one of the most famous exhibits in there!" she laughed darkly at him. He responded, surprised by this girl's attitude and cruelty. She was a bit dark, almost Gothic, maybe. He enjoyed seeing beings like this, but knew that all of those so-called Gothic people were fakes and could never take a true battle for life and death. It was pathetic, and he knew that this girl was no different from those fools, no matter how dark she seemed.
The girl's eyes, though, weren't on him, anymore, but on the knife that stuck out in his pocket. A dark smile curled on her lips. "Are you going to kill some people?" she asked. He smiled darkly at her. What a smart girl, yet she found himself being sarcastic. "Mind if I join you?"
"Sorry, only a one-man job," he smirked at her. This girl was interesting to him. No one has ever dared to mock or talk to him like how she was doing. Normally he struck fear into every being passing by him. But not this girl. In fact, he saw no emotion in her eyes. No fear, no regret, nothing. It was like she had no soul.
Suddenly, though, before he could make a deadly move on this girl, the archeologist came running out of the museum towards them. He eyes the stranger suspiciously, and then raced towards them. "Rika, what are you doing out here! And what do you think you're doing with her!" he demanded of the young boy, who smiled as he closed his eyes darkly.
"Only having a conversation, Professor," he spoke darkly, sending hints of recognition to the older man. His eyes suddenly filled with recognition, but not so much as to where he knew him completely.
"You look like someone I know. Someone I met in Egypt," he said.
"You never truly know, do you?" the stranger teased. He watched as the elderly man grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her inside. Soon, that man was going to regret the day he ever met the Ishtars. And Yami no Malik was going to make sure of that….
The moonlight streamed down into the glass windowpanes, filling the dark museum with a beautiful and elegant moonlight. The moonlight fell onto the beautiful amulet within its glass case, and the black opal sparkled in the light, staring ahead at the elderly professor who was watching guard for the necklace. As he stared at it, hoping no one would try to break in and steal it, his mind traveled to his niece, Rika. She had just officially started school that day at Domino High School, and yet she seemed to not fit in at all. It had been two years since she was entrusted to him for care and guardianship, yet he hardly was ever home. She was always left in the care of Anna Marie, his neighbor's youngest daughter, who was quite lovely for a woman in her thirties.
As he thought of her, he heard a hiss enter the room. He quickly turned, hoping to see no one, but instead saw an aghast silhouette approach him from the shadows. He was stunned, seeing the bright glow of an eye from his forehead, and to see the golden blond spikes above it. His amethyst eyes crossed the room to the scientist, and in his hand he gripped a sharp and glittering blade in the moonlight.
"Professor Shinto, we meet again," the stranger spoke in a malevolent whisper to the darkness, yet it was towards the elderly man. "Shouldn't you be at home with little Rika right about now? She has no one else to take care of her, and once more, she'll have no one if you are to die."
"You're…you're that punk that was flirting with her earlier!" Shinto yelled. "How dare you show your face to me!"
"Flirting? Come, now, Professor, I am not interested in any romance, or anything close to it. I am only interested in that," he nodded towards the amulet, which glittered brilliantly. "You have no idea what it is capable of, and in the hands of a mortal being, well, it's simply not justice. It can only be tamed by one who knows how to use it."
"What bull are you talking about? That's an ancient artifact from an Egyptian queen!" Shinto argued. Yami no Malik's eyes widened, and then he let out an eerie, haunting laugh to the darkness.
"An Egyptian queen? Shinto, surely you are mistaken. That amulet is known other than the Eye of Horus, a powerful gem that the great god Horus wore during many battles against his very own uncle, Seth. It is an artifact that represents the great and ancient battle between light and darkness. It holds much power that could mean chaos in the hands of such mortals. I am the only one who knows how to use it, and if you will not hand it to me, I will simply take it," Yami no Malik explained.
"Is that why you were with Rika? To find out information about it?" Shinto asked.
"Rika? That innocent girl earlier?" Yami no Malik snickered. "She is of no importance to me. I could care less if she did know what it did. Because it doesn't matter. What does is that now I will take the Eye of Horus from this place and leave your body for many more mysteries to follow."
"What do you mean?" Shinto spoke.
"Oh, Ra, you are denser than you look. Hell, you must've lost more than focus on that day when you fell into the tomb. I'm saying that if you're going to stay in my way, I'll get rid of you," Yami no Malik spoke.
"But…wait, the only ones who know I fell were those two kids…Isis and…Malik?" Shinto's eyes widened as he stared at the stranger, but before he could say another word, Yami no Malik pounced at him, drawing the blade easily across his throat, keeping him alive, but silencing him completely. In the next couple of minutes, Yami no Malik took pleasure in slicing this man up, blood rushing over him, and then once finished, he removed the glass case covering the amulet, wiped off his hands, and grabbed it quickly from the case.
He turned to his masterpiece before leaving. The only place intact and clean was the now deceased man's face, stretched in horror and death, his eyes wide with both fear and recognition. He never stood a chance. And neither will the host of Horus. That god was going to sacrifice one innocent soul for his own pleasure, like before. This time, he'll sacrifice more than one soul to give Yami no Malik what he wants. No one was going to stop him. Yami no Malik was going to obtain the ultimate power of light, and there was nothing anyone could do. Not the Gods, and not even the Pharaoh!
FD: A bit creepy, and maybe too dark. I don't know, I'm not the one reading and reviewing. You people are. If you like, then, please, do so. Review this Ra forsaken chapter. Anyway, peace!