A/N : Hello all! So... might just be me, but I really felt sad writing this chapter! I feel a bit mean, but rest assured, it shall get brighter... Hopefully. Anyhow, enough ramblings from me! Please enjoy! Xx
Disclaimer : I Do Not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Chapter 6
Hina stood before a golden door, glaring at it with distaste. She'd been summoned to this room, a room she'd never entered before and one she didn't want to. She had wanted to disobey, she had tried to disobey and had refused to go, but this had only resulted in her wrists been shackled with barely any give and been dragged before the door. Her hands were still chained together as she stood before the door. The guard who'd dragged her here, still clutching hard onto her upper arm his fingers digging in to her flesh, stepped forwards and knocked on the precious metal. Hina scowled at the man as her skin stung from his grip.
"Enter," A stern voice called out, reaching them in the hall. The guard pushed open the door and roughly dragged Hina into the room. The place was dark, a table in the centre with a gas lamp upon it only pushing the darkness back a little bit. Hina was shoved towards the lamp, almost stumbling as she did. She turned around indignantly, but the guard had already left the room, the door closing behind, leaving Hina alone with the dark. She huddled closer to the lamp fearfully. Why had the King summoned her here? She didn't like this, not one bit. She gazed around, sure she could hear something moving around in the dark, her hands were trembling as she scanned the pitch black. It really was as if the dark was lively, pushing against the light. Suddenly the dark lurched forwards, it clawed at her trying to smoother her. Hina tried to scream but before the sound could escape her lips, she'd been swallowed up.
Hina opened her eyes. She felt groggy, as if she'd slept for days. She stood up and groaned. Where was she? She gazed around realising she wasn't sure where she was, but she had a very bad feeling about her surroundings. The sky, although it wasn't night, was dark and pulsating sickeningly. The landscape was dead and decaying, the ground dusty and radiating death. This emptiness seemed to stretch on for miles in every direction. Hina took a shaky step forwards, feeling that the chains binding her wrists together were still on. Where was she? She didn't recognise this place, not even outside the Kings city. In the broken city's there were still ruins and shops, things that indicated human life, but here… it didn't feel earthly and that scared Hina.
"Foolish girl. Do you really think you can win against me?" A voice boomed out, almost deafening Hina. She cried out and tried to cover her ears, but was prevented by her chains. She stumbled back shocked as a shape began to form in front of her out of the blackness. She watched completely in awe and horror as the shape solidified and became more detailed, revealing a tall man with wild hair and wearing a long black coat. Hina stepped back shocked as the man smirked darkly at her. Hina gritted her teeth against the fear rising in her chest. The white haired King stood with a smug expression and his arms crossed across his chest.
"Pathetic," He sneered at her. Hina scowled at him, managing to keep her fear in order. He could try and intimidate her as much as he liked, she would never obey this man.
"You're foolish not to fear me more," he mused, his brown eyes flashing dangerously in the light of this dying world.
"I'm not afraid of you," Hina spoke, her voice wavering, betraying her. He smirked at her.
"Oh, I really think you are," He laughed at her taking a deadly pace forwards. There was something about this man, the way he held himself. He moved like a predator that knew it had already won. Hina flinched, but refused to run away. She refused to turn her back on this beast. Running would be exactly what he wanted. He came to a halt just before her. His expression turned to annoyance as he surveyed the wretched girl. She was trembling sure enough, but despite the fear she was feeling, her expression remained grimly determined.
"Fine," He hissed his temper rising. After all he'd wanted to test her defiant boundaries. He held his hand out to the side and watched as a knife materialized out of nothing in his palm. He licked his lips with malice as the silver of the blade glinted in the dark light. He took a hold of the knife by the handle, and wafted it lazily through the air before the girls face. Now those piercing blue eyes displayed fear, her pupils following the progress of the weapon through the air. He gently rested the flat of the blade against the girls cheek. Her eyes, wide with terror, immediately moved to stare back up at him. He smirked seeing such a reaction. The steel was cool and made Hina start. She couldn't disguise her fear as she realised she was facing one of the most dangerous people on the planet and this dangerous person had just gotten himself a knife. Bakura suddenly flipped the blade and ran it down her cheek, slicing her soft pale flesh. Blood immediately oozed from the cut, tainting her skin as blood droplets crawled their way down her face. He heard with satisfaction the sound of the girl's gasp of pain catch in her throat. He brought the knife up to eyes level and examined the small droplet of blood caught on the blade. His gaze moved back to the girl, a terrifying smile spreading across his features.
"Run." He ordered.
Hina didn't need telling twice. The terror she'd been pushing back suddenly surged forwards, jolting her into action. She turned from the monster and fled. She didn't have a clue where she was or where she could escape to, but she needed to get away, to escape the maniac behind her. As she ran, tears mingling in with the blood from her cut, she heard him laughing after her. She cried out and sprinted on. It was difficult to move with her wrists bound so tightly together, but she wouldn't stop. She needed to get as far away from him as possible. She felt a hand wrap around her neck before she'd even had chance to register the King forming out of nowhere. She gasped as the impact forced all air out of her throat. He lifted her off her feet and Hina felt herself choke. She tried to claw away at his hand, but it was futile.
"I will wear you down," He spat furiously. He threw Hina away from him and she landed hard upon the floor. She rolled onto her front and tried to scramble to her knees, gasping for air. That was when she noticed her hands were unbound. She glanced down and saw her clothes had changed. She was wearing her black mask outfit, but how? She could feel the pressure of the mask upon her face. Hina decided now was not the time to question this. She pushed herself to her feet and began to run. She'd barely managed two paces before darkness came alive and clutched at her feet, bringing her toppling down to the floor painfully. She kicked out at the dark vines but to no success. The man's laugh filled her ears as she sensed him walking closer to her. She pulled again on the dark binds, so hard that she felt it cut into her ankle. She cried out, her cry mixed with tears. She felt a boot come crashing down on her back and was flattened against the floor. She still fought against it though, trying to wriggle free. She heard his merciless laugh echoing above her and gritted her teeth. He pressed his foot harder into the small of her back. She screamed out as pain shuddered through her.
"Please! Stop!" She begged tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt the pressure leave her back and the grip on her ankles release her. Without a moment's hesitation she scrambled to her feet and turned to face the King. He stepped forwards, knife still swinging casually in his hand.
"Dodge," He ordered then swung the blade towards her. Hina barely had time to register and not nearly enough time to get completely out of the way. She felt the intense sting as the blade sliced across her right forearm. She stepped back, her left hand clutching at the fast flowing wound. She gritted her teeth against the pain and could already feel the sticky warmth beneath her fingertips. She shuddered, trying to block out the pain.
"You failed!" He roared at her. He slammed his fist into her stomach, sending her flying backwards. She crashed back first against the floor, knocking all the air out of her. She tried to gasp, needing to get as much air into her lungs as possible. She heard him walking purposely towards her, but she no longer had the strength or energy to fight. She couldn't get away. She whimpered, closing her eyes as she realised her defeat. At least she was about to experience death. It would be some form of release. Maybe she'd see Osamu again. She felt a boot rest on her stomach and refused to look. She turned her face away from the man, scrunching her eyes tighter. She wouldn't look at him as he killed her. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. She would defy him till the end.
"Look at me, girl." She heard him growl from somewhere above her. She shook her head. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She felt fingers graze against her skin as the man pulled her mask off. The man removed his boot from her stomach and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her to her feet. Hina allowed herself to be pulled up. She stood, still refusing to make eye contact with the man. She stared at the ground, her black hair curtaining her, hiding her from him. She felt his hand wrap into her hair and whimpered, tears rolling freely from her eyes now. How could someone be so cruel? He wrenched her head back, forcing her tear stained face up. Her watery gaze met his. He sneered at her.
"Pathetic," He laughed. Hina kept her mouth shut. She refused to retaliate. His sneer widened.
"Girl, I have fought against opponents tougher than you. I have broken people much stronger willed, what makes you think, I can't break you?" He demanded his tone mocking her. He threw her away from him. Hina landed painfully on her front, her head bowed against the floor.
"Leave." The Kings voice ordered. Hina tried to push herself off the ground with shaking arms, but found it difficult. She lifted her head and felt shock ripple through her. She was back in the room, the room with the table and lamp in the centre, except now it was empty of the dark. Hina pushed herself into a sitting position. She ran a shaking hand through her hair and gazed around. The room was bigger than she'd thought. There was a bed at the far side of the room, framed by a large luxurious canopy. There was a sofa and surprisingly, a large TV. Hina hadn't seen a working one in years and was surprised to see it here. Surely there wouldn't be any TV channels running. Was it just DVD's he'd watch? Hina didn't think this man… this monster would be the type to watch TV. Now was not the time to wonder though. She struggled to her feet, her slave clothes now back on and her wrists bound back together with cold metal.
Hina glanced back over her shoulder as she stumbled towards the door. The King, Bakura, he was stood his arms folded and a dark expression of amusement across his features as she limped out of the room. In the hall way lit by expensive crystal lights, Hina managed to walk a small way along before she collapsed against the wall. She slid down the wall into a sitting position. She drew her knee's up to her chest and bowed her head. She burst into anguished sobs as the terror she'd felt released itself from the barrier she'd put up to hold it back.