Chapter Three: Highway to Hell

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All of them stood out in the bright sunshine of the new morning. The luxurious streamliner could no longer be seen by any prying eyes on land. Yami was very disappointed in this, and also the fact that Marik was here too and giving a death stare at a guard.

All of them were in a line, handcuffed. Jou was at the end with a black haired boy in a ponytail with stringy black strands of hair in his face and near his green eyes, Duke, who was also playing with his dice earring. Next to Duke was Tristan (die!) who looked like he'd belong in the army with his freaky haircut, brown hair jutted upwards, staring intently at the side of the boat. Next to him was Téa who had a tear streaked, pale face.

She must be really scared. Yami thought.

Then there was a large gap and then stood Seto Kaiba staring at everyone coldly with his blue orbs of hate. His hair had changed so that there were streaks of silver in it. That's odd. I don't think Kaiba would have dyed his hair. I wonder if it changed him. I wonder what it has done to me. I haven't seen a mirror in so long…

Next to Seto there was Ryou standing alone and very pale. His big brown eyes were full of fear and he was shaking. Next to Ryou was Marik standing there burning a hole through one of the guards. If looks could kill, that guard would be on fire right about now. But besides his look the rest of his body looked tired. He had a few bruises and circles underneath his eyes.

Then it was himself at the end. He looked down at the wooden floor and then he heard a splash. He looked over to immediately notice Tristan missing.

"One less captive to take care of." Remarked a guard and the other snickered.

Yami's gaze turned down again as he heard cruel words and laughter.

"Look at all that red water!" Laughing followed and all the friends looked down.

Tapping was heard and the laughter ceased. Yami looked up to see a smart looking woman in glasses with thin lenses that magnified her cold gray eyes. She had a long, thin, dark violet-red ponytail hanging well below her waist.

"Boys, calm yourselves." She said in a sharp voice. The men stood straight up. "I am here to explain to you what is going to happen."

"If you have anything to say wait till she's done talkin' or I shoot." Said a guard.

"Continuing on…" August rolled her eyes. "First we'll get to the captives… well, you're all captives but I mean the useless ones, you're going to serve your purpose, oh don't you worry. You're going to help in the kitchen and other work. Boys, take them away please."

The two psychics stood there in shock as there friends (not including Seto and Marik) were dragged to who knows where. Then all their gazes returned to August.

"Now, my name is August, that's all you need to know except that you will call me Lt… or Master." She walked over and grabbed Marik's chin, forcing him to look straight in her eyes. "That was hinted towards you, sweetheart." Marik growled at the embarrassing pet name as his cheeks reddened.

"Why me?"

"Because, sweetie, you have a very special job." She smiled and neared her face towards his.

"What is it?" he growled.

"To please me." She kissed him and his eyes widened. "I'll explain more in detail after these boys are done."

Marik's eyes narrowed. He gritted his teeth and tried to make sure he kept the horrible thoughts of what he thought was to happen to him away.

"Now, for the rest of you boys you will work all day in training. You will work your asses off too, and if you don't… let's just not discuss that. Come, I'll show you to your work place and then where you'll be staying."

Lt began to walk away, her arm around Marik's shoulders. Yami followed soon after grabbing Ryou's wrist to pull the shaking boy along. Seto followed at least five feet behind as if he would be infected by a fatal disease, subsequent to him was an armed guard, the only one who didn't assist in taking back Joey, Duke, and Téa.

"Here," Lt stopped in a room full of weight lifting equipment and other things to do with exercising, "is a room where you can work out, if you want, on your free time, if you have it. Sometimes we'll devote time to physical strength, but for now we just want your powers."

Lt exited the room and entered a new room that was entirely a balcony. This balcony looked over several rooms. Among these were; a room full of rocks and dirt, a room with spotlights, a room full of ice, a room with two docks each leading to two doors and the rest covered in water, one with a ring of fire in the middle, one with a fan in it, and three with nothing in them. Lt pushed a button and all the walls slid down and stairs came to the balcony.

"This is where you will be training. I will be training you. Now, why don't we start?" Lt smiled an evil smile. "There's a space for every kind of power, now just go to it."

Nobody moved nor intended to. Marik was the only one that definitely knew his power, spare Seto who was slightly in denial.

"Well, I know at least one of you knows their powers… do the rest of you not?" Everybody except Marik shook their heads. "Well, we're going to have to find out."

Yami ached. That day was tiring. He had absolutely no doubt that the next one would be even more tiring than the first. He had a headache that wouldn't falter, not to mention his hair was soaking.

On the bright side they had been giving nice, luxurious rooms. He had to share his with Ryou, Seto got his own… Marik had a special room. He got to share with Lt.

But venturing away from that subject and back to the rooms… they were like hotel suits except for extremely rich people. The curtains were crimson satin as well as the bed sheets, blankets and pillowcases. The beds were both king-sized and like sleeping in foam. The carpet was a plush one, and crimson. There was a soft, satin red couch and a TV there as well. Off to the side a bit there was a door that led to the bathroom, which was just as luxurious as the other room. It had a hot-tub/bath lined in what looked like gold (of course it wasn't but we'd all like to pretend…) and a sink and toilet decorated in the same way.

"They really are sucking up to us, useless pharaoh," came a dark voice. Yami whirled around to where Ryou was and Bakura was sitting there instead. "What, do I have something on my face?" Yami continued to stare even though he normally considered this rude. (But to Yami, Bakura isn't a person so…)

"What'd you do with Ryou?" Yami growled.

"Nothing, you think I would hurt my host. Really." Bakura turned his nose up at him and snorted. Um… Ryou's spire? Your role-play of DOOM?

"Let Ryou back out."

"If I remember correctly… you're not pharaoh anymore. I don't have to listen to you. Go. Fuck. Yourself."

"Immature little bastard." Yami muttered to himself. This is going to be a long day… err… night. Yami thought.

NEWPOV

Um… lemon, lime or whatever here… my first attempt. Anyways, sex scene. Skip if you do not desire to read about Lt and her new boy-toy… getting to know each other.

"Oh sweetheart, lighten up…" Lt pushed Marik into her room.

Marik didn't say anything or even look at Lt. His hands were tied behind his back.

"We're going to have some fun. You should be grateful." Lt smiled but Marik turned away. Lt walked over to closet and Marik's face became the palest it had ever been.

Turns out, Lt had a closet full of sex toys.

Lt took out a leather whip and some handcuffs from her closet. She untied Marik, took off his shirt (didn't care for his back) and handcuffed him. Marik sat there in shock, shaking. She gently ran the leather whip across his back, making him sit straight up. Without warning she whipped him. He screamed.

"What's wrong? Can't handle a little pain?"

Marik's eyes welled up with tears, knowing full well what was coming next.

"Why won't you relax and let me ride you…" she licked his face.

She gently pushed him over onto his face. Her hand grasped a belt loop in the back of his pants. Her other hand snaked around and unbuttoned and unzipped the front. From both sides she pulled slowly down.

"Please no…" Marik begged.

"Yes," Lt disagreed. She removed his pants completely and threw them, leaving Marik lying on the floor naked and handcuffed.

Lt stood up and traced his backbone with the whip. Marik did not move or respond. Lt picked him up and set him on the bed. He still did not move. So, she uncuffed his right hand and attached the cuff to a bed post. She went back to her closet to get some more toys and cuffs when Marik stirred.

Marik pulled frantically at the cuff. It would not slide off the top since the top was embedded in the ceiling. A naked Lt walked over to him. Marik whined and Lt laughed.

"Stop it! I'm not ready for this." Marik growled.

"Oh, too bad, because I am." Lt laughed.

Marik shook hard, wincing. He looked up at her with big eyes and she smiled. She attached his other hand to the other side of the bed. Marik began to whimper as she spread his legs apart. She kissed his stomach, licking him too. He whined. She moved up to his face and they kissed. She shoved her tongue down his throat and he gagged.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked.

"Please no…" he pleaded.

She didn't listen to him and moved her body on top of his. He moaned without meaning to, blushing. She smiled, and fucked him harder. He began to cry as she was hurting him. He started pleading for her to stop, but she ignored him. She screwed him harder and tears streamed down his face.

I thought sex was supposed to feel good. He thought. But this, this is the worst pain next to the initiation.

After what seemed like forever Lt got off Marik and went to her closet again. She pulled out a small knife and walked over to Marik, who lay there limp with dead looking eyes.

She softly put the knife to his stomach, and then gently slid it down. She left small cuts that would heal quickly until she got to in between his legs.

"Naughty, naughty boy. We don't want nice Lt getting pregnant now do we?" Marik did not respond. She cut him slightly and then lifted the knife. "I won't mutilate you, I was kidding."

Marik almost sighed with relief.

newPOV

The next day they went to the training room. By this point most of them had figured out their powers. Yami had Hydrokinesis, Marik already knew, Seto as Marik told him had Magnokinesis, and Ryou… well…

"Run! Run Seto run!" Bakura, who shared the same power, was sending thunderbolts at Seto. Bakura threw his head back in laughter. Seto tripped, and was shocked ruthlessly.

"Stop!" Yami threw water all over the thief. Bakura stood there dejectedly.

They were all wearing the same clothes: orange jumpsuits that looked oddly like prison jumpsuits. Marik sad in a little corner, curled up rocking himself. There were large circles under his eyes.

Next thing that he knew he saw Bakura and Seto yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. He started a fire that flared up, scaring the shit out of both of them. The fire almost immediately went down, Marik was now exhausted.

"Marik?" a voice called. It was Yami's voice and he trudged over to Marik. "Marik, what's wrong?" he wrapped an arm around Marik.

"N-nothing." He then turned and cried into Yami's shoulder. "Everything."

"Shh, it's okay." Yami rubbed Marik's back. "It will get better, trust me."

"Thanks," Marik looked up at his friend. "Even if it is a lie, thanks." But he continued to sob into Yami's shoulder.

That day Marik seemed slightly better then he was. He was terrible around Lt, sobbing and starting small fires everywhere. But soon the day finished out and Yami returned to his quarters, not quite as exhausted as the previous day. He dreamed that night…

Yami was talking to a girl, blonde hair in a low pigtail and bright green eyes. The scenery shifted and he fell from a high place, seemingly cliffs but it was too fuzzy to tell. He fell and fell, not making a noise at all. He splashed into the water and desperately tried to break the surface, but he could not. He seemed to be slipping farther and farther… his lungs were on fire…

Gunshots. Smoke. Yami smelled and heard those two things accompanied by screams. Bakura was sitting straight up in his bed, a lighter to his face smirking.

"Have a nice beauty rest, princess Yami?" he cooed.

"What in the hell is going on?" Yami ignored Bakura's rude comment.

Before Bakura could come back with a witty reply, the door flew off its hinges. There, in the doorway was Marik, his hair in every direction, a gun slung over his shoulder and ammo lining his chest in an X pattern. Seto was behind him with a gun and the X pattern as well. Marik grabbed two guns from Seto and threw them at the two spirits.

"Go and shoot as many as possible. Find the other three and give them guns too." Marik spat. "Kill them, don't sit there and watch them bleed to death either."

Seto glared at Yami and he left with Marik. Yami stared at the gun for a second, then looked over at Bakura, who was grinning and pointing the gun at guards, who fled as soon as they spotted him with a gun.

"What?" Bakura spat.

"Nothing," Yami murmured, embarrassed that he had been caught.

They separated and Yami disabled a few men. He could not bring himself to shoot the killing shot. He had not located his friend yet. He was getting scared about this.

A hand reached out and grabbed him. Yami jumped, whirled around and pointed the gun in the unsuspecting person's face.

"Marik?" he gasped, grabbing his heart. Seto was standing solemnly behind the crazed blonde Egyptian.

"Yeah, Bakura's dealing with the captain now. I finished all your 'ends'. You didn't even kill anyone."

"Everyone's dead." Seto announced quietly. "We're going back to Japan. Nothing happened, Yugi. We're going to live out our lives pretending this did not happen."

"Okay… I'd really like to forget it." Yami nodded, sweat dripping from his face.

"Yami, get some sleep. We'll take care of everything."

And indeed they did. They did so well that they were back in Japan within a few days. Everything slowly went back to normal. Yugi graduated. Soon, everybody was in collage.

Seto was studying management and business at some expensive collage. Yugi was studying to be a weatherman. Téa hit it big with boxing and was now a professional. Jou was studying to be a mechanic. Ryou a doctor. Marik a lawyer. They hadn't forgotten about their little ordeal, they just hadn't mentioned it.

In secrete, Marik was developing his powers.

Years later, after Marik had flunked out of collage he published a science-fiction about pyrokinesis. It did not do so well on the market.

He lived with his brother and sister, since his yami had died. His yami had ran a red light and… let's just leave out the details.

Other than Marik, the others were doing remarkably well, raises were a normal thing to them (with the exception of Seto).

But then something tragic happened.

A kid, about his mid-twenties, was being wheeled down a hospital in a gurney. Doctors were pumping his chest, pressing on to keep him alive. Ryou was barely more than an intern there, and he was trying his best at the ER. He wasn't doing particularly well that day either, remembering that he had forgotten his coffee. He mentally cursed.

They got the patient in an ER room and began doing whatever doctors do in there. The boy with bright blonde hair and the most recognizable eyes Ryou had ever seen was bleeding through the nose.

He was dying, his heart was going flat, and Ryou knew that he wouldn't survive. His seemingly pupil-less lilac eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Ryou knew him, he just couldn't place it.

A loud, flat beep resounded and the doctors began to shock him. The kid had suffered a severe head injury somehow.

And then the doctors backed away, their heads low. The beep continued on and that's when

"Marik…"

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Name: Marik Ishtar

Time of death: 9:33

Cause of death: extreme brain hemorrhage, loss of blood

Please don't maul me! You'll like the next chapter! I swear it!