Vengeance
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! cuz if i did...i'd be VERY RICH MWAHAHAHAHA!
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Stafon ran through the streets of his village, pain coursing through him with every step he took. His tears flew behind him as he tried to escape the news that had reached his heart. Within what seemed like seconds, he was badly hurt and his family was gone forever. All because of the bandits that roamed the sands of Egypt.
He reached the edges of the village and snapped his head back to the sky. Ra was about to go down behind a mountain. Stafon fell to his knees and slumped over in the sand, mourning for his family.
Nearby, Mikhail and Micah stood there watching him. "How did you know he'd be here?" Micah asked her son. Mikhail's eyes never left the mourning soul, "Whenever he would disappear for awhile, his parents sent me to find him. Every time, he's come here. Whether he lost a pet, or when he was deep in thought, he'd be here," he explained.
Micah looked back to the boy, "Is there anything we can do for him?". Mikhail nodded and walked up to the boy, placing his hand on his shoulder. Stafon shook him off, "Go away...," he hissed. Mikhail knelt down and hugged him. Stafon tried to push him away, but it was no use. He just broke down.
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A few weeks past and Stafon's injuries finally healed. The scars were visible if looked at hard enough, but otherwise, no one could tell. He remained quiet most of the time as he helped Micah with her stand in the marketplace. He kept his father's blade at his hip at all times, as a reminder. Things were finally getting back to normal when something happened he never thought could.
It happened the day before worship, one of the busiest days in the marketplace. People would come and buy offerings for Ra and the other Gods. "I don't see the point...," he muttered as he filled bags of food. Micah and Mikhail looked at him, "See the point to what?" she asked him. "I don't see the point...of worshipping the gods when they take away what you love," he replied.
Micah looked sternly at him, "Stafon...what happened to you and your family was a terrible tragedy. They were dear friends to us too, but we do not blame Ra or the other gods. You shouldn't either,". Stafon glared at her, "Don't tell me, what I should or should not do, Micah," he growled. Both Micah and her son stared him down before Stafon grunted and brushed past them and entered the home.
-That Night-
Stafon entered the room where he had thrown his knife into the wall. It was still there, after all this time. Mikhail had tried to remove it, with his strength and tools, but it still wouldn't come out. Stafon gripped the handle of the blade and pulled. Immediately it came out of the wall, sending little bits of clay to the floor.
"I should've stayed inside...I should've been there with them. I could've saved them," he murmured to himself. "Do you really think that, Stafon?" Micah asked from behind him. He looked at the dirt covered blade, "Yes...,". The old woman sat down on a stool and looked at him, "If you had gone back...you would be dead as well," she pointed out.
Before Stafon could reply, a loud thump outside made his head snap to the side. "Get Mikhail and stay inside," he whispered to Micah. The old woman had heard the noise and nodded before walking to wake her son. The orphan gripped the knife tighter and slowly exited the hut and looked around.
The moon covered the sand with it's light, making it easy to see. "Whoever is out here, come out and face me!" he challenged. He walked around the area, eyes sharp to see any movement. I know I heard something out here, he thought as he continued his patrol. He went all the way around the house to find no trace of anyone. "Must've been a stray animal," he figured as he opened the door.
He stopped in his tracks at what was inside. Mikhail and Micah were dead. In pools of their own blood on the floor, the killers either standing around them or searching through stuff. The leader of the killers turned around and grinned at the boy. "Well well well...look who it is boys. I thought we got rid of you," he said smirking at Stafon.
Stafon then realized it was these people that killed his family. His father...his mother...Eve. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the knife handle tightly. The gang gathered in front of him, holding their bloodied weapons. "Now...let's see. You have a choice, boy. You can either join us, seeing as your an orphan...or you can die tonight," the leader offered.
The orphan answered by running directly into the group of bandits, slashing his knife at anything and everything in reach. What started out as seven bandits became four bandits in the first few swipes. Stafon cut them down by slashing their throats. The bandit leader's face turned to one of surprise, then back to normal, "Looks like you made your choice," he chuckled as he brought out a sword.
The last three bandits soon succumbed to Stafon's bloody knife and the leader was the only one left standing. The blood from the murderers covered Stafon's clothing, matted his hair together, and was splashed against his flesh. "You...you killed my family!" he screamed as he cut a large gash into the leader's chest. "You killed my friends!" he took another swipe at the leader. "Now...I will kill you!" he rushed at the man, knife in stabbing position.
The leader sidestepped Stafon and threw him against the wall. The boy fell to his knees as the leader walked over the bodies of his followers, "I'll admit...you have the skills to be a bandit of the desert, boy. But...I don't like competition," he said as he raised his sword over Stafon's head, "Time to join your family,". With that, he thrusted the blade down as hard as he could, only to be stopped by Stafon's bare hands.
His own blood flowed down his arms as he held onto the deadly weapon. The bandit looked in shock, he had greater strength than this boy, but the boy was holding the blade at bay. Stafon raised his head and looked into the eyes of the destroyer of his family. His eyes were that of a demon, fiery and merciless. He pushed the sword upward hard, hitting the bandit hard in the face.
Stunned, the bandit leader stumbled backward, allowing Stafon to retrieve his knife. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as loud as he could as he ran directly into the bandit. They both stood there, unmoving. The bandit leader looked down at him, and tried to speak, but the only thing that came from his lips was his own blood. Stafon stepped back, pulling the knife out of the bandit's heart. He watched as the man fell over dead onto his comrades.
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That same night, Stafon buried Micah and Mikhail in the sand. Then after taking all of his own possessions, including the horse from his family, the knife which still had fresh blood on it, a hooded robe that was stained with the bandit's blood, some food and water, and finally his sister's necklace, he torched his second home with the bandit's corpses inside.
He gazed into the fire and recalled all the memories of his family. Racing with Eve, helping his mother cook meals, and helping his father with his work. All of it was gone, even the people that took him in. He had avenged his family...but he lost something in the process.
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Malik stared at Ishizu as she finished. "Wow...," he simply said. Ishizu nodded, "Yes, dear brother. He, too, had a very rough life,". She checked her watch and stood up, "It's late. We need to go to bed," she told her brother. "Whoa, hang on. You ain't leaving it hanging there are you? How did he become the Pharaoh's Guardian?" he asked standing up quickly.
She shook her head, "Another time, little brother. Now, we must sleep,". Malik followed Ishizu and Odion out of the tomb, mumbling under his breath. He was really looking forward to it, but was left with an intermission.
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Back in Domino, Joey, Tristan, Yugi, and Tea sat in a hospital waiting room. Earlier that day, they visited Brian to see what was wrong earlier, only to find him unconcious on the bathroom floor. Now, they were at the hospital waiting for any news on him. A woman in a white coat and long red hair approached them, "Are you friends of Brian Berg?" she asked them.
They stood up, "Yeah dat's us. What's up?" Joey replied. The doctor checked her clipboard, "Well...it's the strangest thing. He's in a comatose state. We don't know what's wrong with him, we've checked everything, but we can't find anything. It's odd, it's as if his mind is no longer in his body,".
Yugi glanced sideways at the transparent spirit of Yami who stood next to him. /You thinking what I'm thinking/ Yugi asked mentally. Yami nodded /Yes, Yugi. He's in the Shadow Realm/
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Kilnorc: there's the final chappy of the first story in my past life series. HEHEHEHE. sorry if it's not good. i tried to put my ideas down the way I wanted, so here it is! ja ne!