Chapter Seventeen: Spirit's Death
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Dragon: What? –reads kilnorc's review- Oh, what a southern boy.
DM: As opposed to me, a southern belle?
Dragon: I'M SURROUNDED BY SOUTHERN PEOPLE! HELP!
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It was three hours in and the Hummer was abandoned on account of its tank being empty. So far, the great beast of a car had splatters all over it from running over the undead. The windshield was so covered with blood that it was caked on. Not even the wipers could get rid of the coagulated blood. Right next to the car was another pile of vomit. No doubt that Serenity's stomach couldn't take any more of that.
Bakura, newly made body, Marik and Yami were the ones who had to carry of the things because Malik and Serenity were getting dehydrated from the heat and lack of water. The last time any of them saw water, it was raining with the recently departed were still alive, all huddled up under a massive pine tree, trying not to get wet or get the laptop wet as well. That was a few nights ago and now there were only five people left alive in a huge group.
Serenity collapsed to the ground in exhaustion as she tried to keep up with her friends. Bakura turned around and help her up only to watch her fall again. "Pharaoh, you got any water left?" the ancient spirit asked the other. Yami shook his head and watched as Bakura carried Serenity piggy backed. "They need water and they need it now or they won't survive," Bakura said, carefully stepping over a tree's root.
Marik turned to the tomb robber and nodded. His hikari was about to pass out but still pushed himself to stay in sync with the others. He didn't want to lag behind and watch his friends suffer because of him. He also didn't want to die. He didn't want to become one of those things and try to kill his friends and others. If he was lucky, maybe he could have his brains blown away if he ever got bitten. Malik looked up at the dawning sky and began to wonder if he would see his sister again. He sneezed from pneumonia and looked at the horizon groggily. "I can't go on," he said and turned to his friends. Serenity lifted her head up from Bakura's shoulder to see what he was talking about. He looked horrible, eyes watered up and blotchy, nose red and running. Even his bright violet eyes were dull.
"What are you talking about Malik?" Bakura asked in an irritated voice. He didn't want to deal with this, not now, not ever.
Malik turned away from them and repeated his statement. Marik dropped what stuff he had and ran to his collapsed hikari. Malik's eyes were half way closed and his breathing became raspier. His hikari, his friend, the boy that was like a little brother was dying in his arms and there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. Yami and Bakura watched as the boy died and Marik cry. Serenity had turned her head and silent tears fell down her face. Through Marik's sobs, she heard a single groan. Turning her head she saw that it was, "Bakura."
Upon hearing his name, Bakura turned around and saw his old body, teeth exposed through the cheek as if it was torn off, his arm covered in dried blood and his ribs could be seen through the gray, purple skin of the walking corpse. Yami grabbed Marik's shoulder and Marik turned to see the rotting corpse. Hair and nails were falling off and out, an eye was filmy while the other wasn't even there. He stood up and watched as the corpse held out a hand and limped towards them, as if asking them to be his next meal. "Nasty!" Bakura shouted in disgust and turned to leave, only to see Malik rip a chunk out of Marik's neck. Looking at them in horror, Bakura saw that Malik had been bitten somehow and didn't tell anyone.
Reaching for his gun, Yami raised it and shot Malik. "Go ahead and shoot me too, pharaoh. This body will end up like that if you don't!" Marik said before his eyes rolled to the back of his head. BANG Marik's brains were blown away but the Rod, it didn't glow or react in anyway. Turning around once more, Yami shot the dead Bakura's head off.
Serenity slid out of Bakura's grip and picked up the Millennium Rod. "Marik?" she asked as if he would come out. "Marik? Please answer me," she whispered. Bakura snatched up the Rod as if she had stolen it and concentrated. Opening his eyes wide, he looked at Yami and shook his head. Marik's spirit did not return to the Rod and was forever gone.
Yami lowered his head as if in prayer and thought. Bakura and Marik had died several times before and yet they still came back, so why not now? Yami's eyes snapped open. "We still can't die because our hikari's are dead. Marik died because his hikari killed him. We can't though," he said as he turned back to his dead friends. Serenity was confused by all of this and looked at Bakura, as if he would tell her some unknown answer. Yami tucked the Rod in one of his many belt loops and moved forward. Serenity clasped her hands and prayed for their souls to be safe, where ever they were and ran to catch up with the former pharaoh and the tomb robber.
DM: Jeez, that took a while.
Dragon: You were busy.
DM: Yup. Anyways, please review my loyal reviewers.