Title: Lullaby Killer
By: Morgan Johnson
Disclaimer: In profile
A/N: If you read my live journal account you should know why I hadn't update this until now, if not oh well…here we go. This is the last before last chapter of this story. I am sorry to say but this story did not go as I hoped it would. People once again stopped reviewing and I lost interest in it entirely. But I would not leave it unfinished so I am ending it. It will be as long as possible but the last one none-the-less. The chapter after this one will be the ending to my once likable story, oh well…barely anything in this one but I don't care anymore
Chapter Eight: The call of sanity
Yugi opened the door as slowly as he could and flinched as the door creaked loudly. If there was anyone there they would know someone had come home. He cursed not having fixed it months ago when his grandfather had asked him to. He had always been told that procrastination would only get you in the end and they were right. Grasping an umbrella from the stack against the door he marched in. The stack next to the door had been his grandfather's idea and he was grateful for it.
Now he would no longer see his friends, go to school or even duel once in a while. Anzu, Tristan, Serenity, Mai, Jii-chan and probably Joey would never be in his store again. They would never open card packs together or walk to school in the morning. They would never go to Burger World for shakes or to the movies on Friday nights. The killer had made sure of that.
No longer would he get to compete around the world and hear millions scream his name as he won once more. The killer had targeted the people closest to him and had picked them off one by one. Not caring who they were or what they stood for to him. Anzu had always been there for him when he needed her. Tristan was there to help him with bullies even though he had once been one himself. Joey always provided moral support and strength when he felt like he was going to lose. Mai had been there to keep him on his toes in dueling and even Kaiba challenged him to keep moving forward.
All who had died had done one thing or another for him to keep living when things looked sour and he would not give in so easily. With them all on mind and newly found strength he made his way into the living room where the light was coming from, he would defeat the killer and show that his friends had not been forgotten and would never be.
The killer had chosen him for a reason, he just needed to figure out what it was and then he could unmask the killer. His friends had all had something in common besides knowing him, they had made him strong. He had become self-reassured after spending time with them and having people he considered as close as family.
They had never abandoned him; he had never been alone like he had been all during his childhood. Then he had been fragile, lonely and bullied. He could have been taken out then but he hadn't. So that meant that whoever was after him had come across him after he had friends and after the millennium items had appeared. The person after him had a millennium item.
But no, that made no sense. The millennium items had been lost after the ceremonial duel and nothing similar had appeared for if it had Ishizu would have informed him. But maybe Kaiba was right. It had to be either Bakura or Marik. If it had been one of them then Ishizu would not have been able to tell him. But Bakura and Marik had both disappeared along with everyone else.
Had they been plotting against him and done such horrible things. It was possible, they weren't saints but he couldn't picture Marik killing his own sister or Bakura killing any of the girls. They had all been close once even with insanity taking its toll, they had been close.
There was no one else he could think of who could possibly want to destroy him as much as some had but that were now dead. He heard a chuckle from the room and knew that the person was waiting for him there and that when he entered he better be prepared for what he saw because by the smell of it, it was not pleasant…
Misery: So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. I hope the ending didn't suck as much as I think it did but you guys left me with no choice just like other times in other stories I loved to write. This is the sort of thing that makes writer's not want to write. So the next chapter is the last chapter where the killer will finally be shown, any guesses?