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Chapter 13
Traitor:
Bakura threw his head back in a roar. "WHO'S THE TRAITOR?"
Fire burned in his eyes as he studied the faces of the few thieves left. The Pharaohs guards had attacked their camp while he and Avila were by the Nile. Malik was fuming as well.
"Damn you all to hell! When I find out who ratted us out, I'll slit their throat!" His fists were ballad at his side, and his eyes burned like fire.
"No, Malik…I will. They took Avila."
Malik shot him a glance. "They took Kuni as well…" Bakura sighed then ran his hands through his hair.
"How many men do we have left?" Malik searched around.
"About twenty, that's including the injured." Bakura cursed under his breath.
"Are we going after them?" Another thief asked. Bakura glared down at him.
"Damn straight!"
Avila felt like she was about to puke.
"Would you mind letting go of me?" She asked the guards men. He laughed and tossed her forward. She groaned as she hit the cold stone floor.
"Bastard!" She breathed as she pushed herself back up.
"What did you call me?" He roared back at her. Avila smiled evilly and turned to face him.
"Nothing, nothing at all…except, Bastard. But then again, that's what you are." She stood so that she was somewhat facing him.
"Why you little whore I'm going to beat the living shit out of you!"
"You will not lay a hand on her!" A voice boomed. Avila gave the guard a smug smile then turned to face the owner of the voice.
She gasped as she realized she was standing in front of the Pharaoh. She had never seen him before. He had tri colored hair and large purple penetrating eyes.
She studied him for a long five minutes then gave a low growl.
"Oh, if it isn't the mighty Pharaoh, let me guess, you want me to bow down and kiss your feet! Well you can forget it!"
Avila spat out every word with venom. He just sat calmly in his seat, staring down at her.
"Is this the one you were talking about?" He turned his head towards the shadows. Avila turned her head to peer into the darkness, to see who he talked to.
"Oh, yes, that's her. Avila, the QUEEN of thieves!"
Avila narrowed her eyes as she heard the familiar evil voice.
"JOSANA!" She screamed, fire burning in her green eyes. She stepped into the light and shot Avila a rather large smile.
"Hello again Avila…enjoying yourself?"
Avila couldn't hold back her rage anymore. She had had enough with Josana. She stomped towards the smug looking woman, her eyes never leaving her face.
"Oh, what are you going to do? I'm so scared."
Avila released her rage with a backhanded fist. It was a powerful blow, coming from a woman her size, a woman no longer holding her anger in check. It knocked Josana to the ground, where she sprawled at Atemu's feet, her black hair tangled around her neck. Atemu could have stopped her fall, but merely moved aside.
Josana's cheek felt like it was on fire. It had been smashed against the edges of her teeth, slicing the inside open. Blood pooled in the bottom of her mouth, so much that some trickled out of the corners, and she was forced to spit it out or choke on it.
Avila stood over her, her fists clenched, arms rigid and her face red.
"Damn you! You stupid whore!" Avila drew her foot back and landed it in the softness of her belly.
Josana let a sob escape her lips.
"I'm going to beat you with an inch of your life!" Avila shouted, her face flamed with anger and resentment.
"You can't let her do this!" Josana screamed to the Pharaoh who stood by and watched. His eyes never left Avila.
"I'll do whatever I damn well please! You TRAITOR!"
Avila pulled Josana up by her neck then slammed her into the wall. "First you tried to get near my man! Then you pull something like this! Tell me. Did you turn them in before or after you met me?"
Josana smiled wickedly.
"Before." Avila let a growl escape her lips. "You stupid little bitch." And with that Avila sent her flying across the room.
"That's enough…" Atemu said, standing up and walking towards Avila. Avila watched him out the corner of her eye, making sure he didn't get to close.
"My Pharaoh…be careful…" one of his servants advised. Avila smirked to herself and watched as he shrugged the warning off.
"You know, you should really listen to your men." She said coldly. She tried to give him a hard long cold stare but nausea over powered her causing her to turn her head and puke.
Once she recovered she realized he was towering over her.
"Let me see your eyes?" He ordered while tilting her chin upwards. Avila glared up at him as he looked down at her. A smile broke over his lips.
"No wonder Bakura wanted you, you're a true beauty." He licked his lips and Avila smacked his hand away from her face.
"Get away from me you dirty pig!" She yelled while shoving him backwards. He just laughed and gripped her wrists.
"I'm in need of a concubine…I'm sure you'll do."
Avila gave a scream and dashed passed him, hoping to escape. But once she reached the doors she was blocked off by the guard's man she had called a bastard. He smirked down at her and crossed his hands over his chest.
"Grab her, and make sure she has some decent clothing on. Or no clothing is fine, you decided how she should look tonight when I lay with her."
Avila began to back away from the guards men, raising her fist, ready to fight. But there was no use, more men entered the room, ready to take her on.
"Bakura, your time as run out…I'm so chopping off your balls!" Avila gritted.
Sorry, it's so short. But a family issue popped up…got to go solve it.