Chapter III: Awakening

(A/N: Okay, from now on there will be Disturbed lyrics throughout the story, mainly because most of their songs go with it. If you like Disturbed, or this story, please review and tell me. By the way, Disturbed is one of my top favorite bands, and I think David Draiman is hot! Lol! Forget I said that!)

Stripped of life, alone
In the midst of something that I
want to play with your evil inside
wanting, letting go, of what never could be again

Perfect target….Blond, perfect, tall, a sun's perfect gift. Just like Horus. He had to be him. There was no other option. The amulet even told so. That pathetic soul below, blond, tall, muscular, was him. There had to be no other way. Gripping the edge of the roof, staring down at the three strangers, his amethyst eyes glared excitedly, his malevolent mouth formed into a slightly open smile, his white fangs clenched in anticipation. He couldn't wait to hunt down his prey. He watched the three of them enter the house of the younger girl, and his eyes couldn't help but set on her. He had seen her before, but from where?

He did find her appearance quite interesting. Her short black hair filled with randomly placed crimson lines, her silver eyes hidden under a bit of dark make-up. Her wrists were covered by spiked black bands, while around her body was that ridiculous schoolgirl uniform that he had seen plenty of girls walk in. She looked more ridiculous in it than the girl next to her, who could have pulled it better. However, this woman was far too old and far too beautiful, but never his type. Her boyfriend, his target, was about to become caught in a game of Cat and Mouse, and it would leave her mourning for days. Nevertheless, what about the youngest girl?

She showed no signs of emotion, remorse, regret, or even sorrow. He doubts that he could ever make her cry. However, it was well worth a shot if he could harm her in any way possible. As they entered the house beneath him, he realized this was a perfect opportunity for him. He looked down at the walls below, finding an open window just below him. He took the blade from his pocket and reached down, skewing a rather large whole in the screen of the window. He then lifted himself up and tossed himself over the edge, landing on the ledge of the window for him. It was a big enough ledge for potted plants, and a human being. He smiled at this thought and kicked at the screen, causing another hole to form.

His fingers found the rim of it and tore at it. Soon he had met one opening with the other, creating an entrance for him. He ducked below and jumped through the white curtains, landing on his palms, then tossing himself back into the air landing on his feet, feeling the curtains and wind from the blowing fan above caress his back. He smiled, and then looked around. The room was completely empty, no furniture, no decorations, just an empty room. He looked around it once again, but then noticed that only a cot was propped up in the room, but it stood up and was laid against the wall.

He looked up immediately to hear voices out in the hall behind the closed door, and he immediately ran towards it, pressing his ear close to the door, hoping to hear the voice of the boy. He smiled when he did. He stood back, hearing the conversation between him and one of the girls.

"Rika, stop playing hard to get! I know you like me!" the boy spoke.

"Get a life, Horo. You mean absolutely nothing to me. Plus, I don't believe in romance," the girl spoke. Yami no Malik then heard the boy laugh at her, and then she let out what sounded like half a scream and growl. Yami no Malik jumped back into the open closet as that door swung open, the blond boy being pushed violently up against the opposite wall. His brown eyes were wide in horror at the girl standing in the doorway. She stood there, the crimson strands falling over her silver eyes, while the blackness of her hair rivaled the sun streaming through the open window. Her face glowed with such rage and anger, looking like about to kill him. Yami no Malik was interested in this girl's actions. She reminded him strongly of Seth.

"You touch me again, you jackass, you'll regret it!" she barked at him, and instantly her mouth crawled into a malevolent sneer. He was interested, but at that moment, the amulet around his neck glowed and gave an echoing siren sound. Yami no Malik covered the amulet, trying to muffle the sound, but too late, they heard it. He looked up to see the boy up against the wall, staring into the shadows of the closet, seeing the golden eye upon the Egyptian's forehead glow.

Yami no Malik let out a growl and pounced out of the closet, colliding with the girl and sending her straight into the wall. She let out a groan, her head hitting the wall hard before she slumped to the floor, a trickle of blood running down the side of her fair face, her chin resting on her chest, unconscious. Yami no Malik smiled, knowing that as long as she was unconscious, she would be believed to be the one to kill this host to the god. He turned to the other boy, a murderous glare piercing into his brown eyes. He saw the fear and horror in the boy's eyes, and it fed him lusciously to an extent where he licked his upper lip in anticipation.

"We meet at last, Horus. Do you really believe you can escape darkness?" the stranger spoke in deep, cold, malevolent voice that sent cold shivers down Horo's spine. He was shaking in his legs, finding this stranger's appearance both terrifying and elegant. The stranger looked at the unconscious girl, recognition filling his eyes, yet he couldn't remember where he's seen her before. He then turned back to Horo, the blade in his pocket reflecting off the sunlight.

"Light and darkness battle once again to this day. But who will win? No true answer, but I know that I'll aid darkness once I have your powers," Yami no Malik spoke. He clenched the amulet at his chest into his fist, feeling its powers flow through his body. "Let's see what I can do with you before I strip you of your strength. Let's see what you're hiding in your mind."

The black opal began to glow a horrible, piercing sunlight, black light. Then it turned a horrible white, blinding Horo, and his head then filled with a horrible pain. He let out a yell, trying to shoot his hands up to his head, feeling his head split. But somehow, he couldn't move at all. It was like his body was pinned to the wall by an invisible force, pinning him completely so he felt like stone. His head then increased in pain, like as if someone was trying to jam bricks into the skull. His head felt heavy and painful, while his body felt stiff and hard. He couldn't move and something was pushed against his face, suffocating him. He couldn't breathe! He couldn't think! He couldn't see! He felt numb! It was like he no longer had control over his body, over his mind!

Then, the pain lifted, the pressure around his face, and he felt again. His body was still stiff and pinned against the wall, and he couldn't see, blinded by darkness, but the pain drifted farther away, leaving his head alone. He heard a distant laughter in the darkness, distant, but it drew closer, sounding malevolent and evil, a murdering hint within its depth and tone. Suddenly, the voice became loud enough where he could hear it clearly and loudly, echoing in his head.

"Now, Horus, show me your mind. I have mastered the powers of your treasure, your Eye, and now show me where you hide your powers!" the voice laughed. The boy felt like a pressure was being afflicted to his mind, pushing him back, pushing him farther into the darkness. He let out a yell of pain, it echoing in his ears until he heard nothing but the voice in his head.

Yami no Malik looked around, feeling the gates of the boy's mind open with a struggle, but he won. He saw the boy's mind filled with fabulous and treasuring objects. Then he entered an enormous room, glass walls, like a greenhouse, but instead of crowded with plants and animals, it was filled with other objects. Several containing beautiful woman with hardly any clothing on or large men dressed in what looked like wrestling costumes. Even some were football players from America. This boy was clearly a normal teenager, but where was the extra room? The room that held the power of Horus, the power that he desired.

Yami no Malik groaned, knowing the boy wasn't going to tell him too soon. He stroked a finger over the black opal of the amulet, and opened his eyes to find himself back in the empty room, finding the boy pinned to the wall by glowing bands strapped to his wrists and ankles tightly, numbing him completely, turning his body stiff and motionless. This was the power of the Eye of Horus. The power to enter one's mind and see all their secrets and desires. But this boy was fighting back, resisting to keep something from him. He was obviously trying to hide the power of Horus from him. But he could make him tell him. He could control this boy now, force him to tell him everything. Force Horus to awaken, and reveal his power. He smiled at this boy's position, chin bobbing on his chest, which was cut along the neck thanks to the bonding of the bands.

"Awake, my mind slave," Yami no Malik ordered. A gold eye appeared on the boy's head and his eyes opened, empty, dark, endless, with such depth into the darkness. He had no control any more. He lifted his head and stared up into his master's dark and malevolent amethyst eyes, awaiting command.

Horo was blinded by darkness, fighting back, holding his mind steady, but he couldn't see where he was or what was going on. He felt numb, stiff and motionless. He couldn't see or feel, he could hardly breathe, but he heard a distant voice. A voice calling him, ordering him. A dark, murderous, malevolent voice. When he heard that voice, pressure was applied to his head, and he was pushed further back into the darkness. The voice was even louder now, but he had no control over his mouth or response or voice.

"Now, tell me your secret. Reveal to me what you kept in your mind, the very thing you didn't want me to find," the voice demanded. Horo felt his mouth move, and words immediately flowed out, words he had not thought of, words that were released automatically to his master's every whim.

"Anna Marie was used. I used to her to get to Rika," he spoke mindlessly and emotionlessly. Where had that come from? Was that the truth? The way he acted towards Anna Marie, but rather felt he should act that way towards Rika….The way he thought about her and her spunkiness. It all became clear. He held no emotion for Anna Marie. This time it was towards….

A piercing pain flowed through his mind, pushing him farther back, and he felt a piece of flesh rip from his head, hot warm liquid pouring over his blinded eyes. The voice yelled at him.

"Fool! That's not it! Tell me the secret to Horus' power! Show yourself, you coward!" Yami no Malik yelled at his new mind slave. He had struck him hard with the blade, tearing off a piece of flesh from his blond scalp and now his pale face and hair was covered with a crimson mask from the blow. Yet his mind slave showed no emotion or pain, staring at him coldly and mindlessly, not wincing from the pain. Then it hit him. What if this fool wasn't Horus? What if Horus wasn't in this room, but still out in the street, passing by? The amulet had gone silent the moment he stepped out of the closet, and the opal had gone black once more. So Horus must still be out there. But what to do with this boy?

Yami no Malik looked at the blade in his hands, a thick trickle of blood running down the side in a deadly manner. He then smiled malevolently at it, and then turned to the boy. He cupped his chin in a demonic manner and stared into the cold, lifeless brown eyes. His smile widened, his amethyst eyes widened with anticipation, and his fangs bared more in his demonic smile.

"I'll put you out of your misery once and for all. You won't feel a thing…until I break the bond," he laughed evilly, his laugh echoing in the empty room. He had to work fast, though, because he knew the other girl would come looking for him. He drew the blade up and pressed against the boy's crimson forehead. He drew it down, the blade pressed hard against the flesh, tearing it open and revealing more crimson liquid pouring from this new wound, and revealing a bit of muscle and veins that he took the pleasure of slicing open to flow more crimson onto his own hands. Soon the boy's once handsome face was nothing more than a mass of shining crimson blood and bloody blond strands.

He then snapped his forefinger and thumb together, releasing the boy from his bonds. With a pain-filled sigh, the boy hit the floor in a heap of blood and flesh and bones. Still under control, Yami no Malik turned Horo over onto his back, and raised the blade high over his chest, ready to bring it down. He decided to allow the boy a last bit of life with his own eyes. He stroked the opal north toward his chest and the boy gasped long for air. Air rushed into his lungs, darkness vanished from his sight, the pressure releasing from his mind, but was soon replaced with a powerful, tearing, piercing pain in his head. The darkness faded quickly from his sight, but he was still blinded half by crimson. He stared up into the stranger's gleaming, malevolent amethyst eyes, but then he saw the glittering blade and let out a bloodcurdling scream as Yami no Malik brought it down forcefully, thrusting it through the boy's heart.

Horo gasped for air, the blade piercing through his heart directly, blood flowing from it and flooding his lungs. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak. A hot, burning liquid forced itself up his throat and dribbled down through his lips to his chin. He stared up into the stranger's eyes, the last thing he saw as everything turned black.

Yami no Malik smiled at his work, seeing the bloody mass in the white floor, penetrating it completely. So much blood, on the floor, covering the boy almost completely, still seeping through his clothes, and on his own body and hands. That was fun, he had to admit it. Torturing someone to the extent of insanity with a bit of power given to him by Horus. Through this amulet, he could torture any soul anywhere, possibly even the Pharaoh. How deliciously sweet. He raised his half blood covered wrist to his mouth, picking up a bit of it with his own tongue, tasting the sweet, luscious taste of the bitterness in this blood. So sweet, so bitterly sweet, it excited him, left him wanting more. However, as he picked up the blade to his mouth, he heard a soft sigh come from behind him. He turned to see the young girl stir from her unconscious state. He had completely forgotten about her. Nevertheless, that happens when you're busy with your own work.

Lost and alone
Imprisoned now inside your mind
with the way you tried
to destroy me again

Rika felt the blackness vanish from her eyes and felt a sharp pain in her head, but smiled as it flowed through her body, enjoying every minute of the pain. She felt the hot trickle of blood on her head reach down to the side of her face, but then she gasped at what she saw. A tall, muscular stranger in the room leaned over onto a bloody mass, his beautiful, elegant, spiky golden hair hovered over his malevolent and dark amethyst eyes, a golden eye glowing above them, causing his dark face to become even more beautifully demonic, while upon his biceps and wrists were golden bands, sparkling in the setting sunlight. He was so beautiful, yet malevolent all at the same time. Her eyes then fell on the sparkling, shining crimson mass he was leaning over and gasped when she saw specks of what used to be beautiful blond hair and a handsome, fare face, his brown eyes wide with horror and death. It was Horo. This stranger killed Horo right in front her! But now the question was…what was he going to do with her?

He looked up at her, his bloody blade risen to his mouth, picking up traces of the crimson with his lips. His eyes smiled murderously in her direction, and she smiled darkly at this.

"It's you. You, from the museum yesterday. I thought I recognized you," she spoke, and at once recognition filled his dark and deadly eyes, remembering this girl at once. He had talked to her yesterday, a few hours before he broke in the museum and killed her uncle. She eyes the amulet around his neck, and smiled at him.

"You're the one that killed my Uncle Hiro, aren't you? Now you've killed Horo," she spoke. Yami no Malik didn't see any fear in her eyes, no emotion whatsoever. It was like she had no heart, no soul. She just smiled at him darkly, like she was more than interested in his actions.

"So what if I am? Are you going to do anything about it?" he asked her, picking up blood from the blade into his mouth. She just smiled, shrugging half.

"No, I won't. Know why?" Her voice echoed eerily to him, repeating that same dark tone in her own voice as was in his. She smiled at him, revealing perfect, white incisors that resembled fangs of a certain beast from the wild. Yami no Malik liked that. He suddenly realized this girl was no normal girl. She was the true essence of darkness in this world, the true meaning of Goth. He didn't wait for her answer, though.

As quickly as she approached him, he raised the amulet slightly up to his neck and it glowed a blinding light to her. She moaned, shielding her eyes. Then the light vanished and she realized the stranger had disappeared. She stared at the bloody mass on the floor, and then smiled. She turned and walked away out of the room, her mind still on the stranger's appearance. Who was he? And…will she ever see him again?

An hour later, sirens blared outside the house, followed by blinding red and blue lights as another body was taken to the morgue.

FD: That's this chapter, and I'll follow up with Yugi and the gang in the next one. Hope you guys like. And if anyone if curious, I really don't care if the reviews are long or short. But if you're willing to address me, don't just call me Dystopia. Either call me Forbidden Dystopia or FD. I prefer FD, though. So peace!