Chapter 4
Relaxing on a fluffy cloud, May sighed in relief as she rested her head back. Finally, solitude at last and not one sign of that irritating blondie. May spotted a fluttering dove, colored a lovely shade of lavender, and resting its tiny legs near her shoulder.
"How are you feeling, dear?"
The dove asked May, in which she promptly responded, "I'm alright, as far as broken, bloody, and bruised goes."
The dove, approving of this reply, asked another question, "Are you comfortable here?"
May nodded and closed her eyes, "I'm very comfortable here, and I could stay here forever..."
"Oh hopefully not forever," the dove tweeted cheerfully, "You've got to be awake for our black market date sweetheart."
...Wait… May thought to herself, Black market…ooh crap.
Suddenly, May was out of her dream world and into a soft, canopy king-sized bed, snuggled up against layers and layers of sheets and blankets, and to top it off, staring straight into the eyes of that not-so-lovely dove- or in other words, Marik.
"Heh, I was beginning to wonder when you'd actually wake up," Marik snickered with a wide smile, "I'm glad you think my bed is comfortable..."
May glared at Marik, let out an annoyed groan and rolled over onto her tummy. She moaned something into her- err his pillow, but it wasn't audible for Marik to hear.
"What was that?" Marik teased, as he "accidentally" elbowed May's ribs.
"OW, jerk!" May screamed as she slapped away Marik's arm, but as she did, her hand tingled and then stung with pain from moving it too quickly.
"Heheh," Marik smirked, "You ought to be more careful princess~" he sang, kissing May's stinging hand as he did so.
"I wouldn't have to be if you weren't such a pest and just leave me alone…and don't call me that either." May squirmed out of the Egyptian's grip on her hand and resisted the urge to spit on him.
Marik continued on with his previous statement, "Well, you sure look like a princess, so I don't see what's the problem here…"
Marik smirked, again, as he made his sly remark, intriguing May as of what in the world he was going on about.
Princess? Since when was bandaged and bruised the look of a princess?
May raised her eyebrows and Marik laughed at her bewilderment, "Just look at yourself, my 'lil ninja, who knew you could look so beautiful?"
May glanced at a mirror, which so happened to be by her, and gaped at her new apparel. Sheer, cream colored silk draped her shoulders, and presumably the rest of her blanket-covered body. May stared and gawked in disbelief at this...monstrosity.
"Wh... Why...Where am I?"
"Why, my bedroom of course"
"And what's up with the silky night gown?!"
"Well I thought you'd be more comfortable in this than just a bunch of bandages…" Marik half- lied, smugly of course.
"Well…ugh! I'm sick of this, sick of you! You manipulated me and my crew and now you think you can get away with whatever you want, you self-centered little pig!" May ranted off in a huff, aggravation clear on her face that she couldn't beat the pulp out of him that very second.
"Well, the pig accusation was certainly an assumption… but, trophy, I actually can get away with whatever I want," Marik scoffed with an impish grin, loosening his millennium rod out if his belt-bucket and raising it high enough to be seen.
"I can make you eat those words sweetie, and have you beg for forgiveness..."
Marik's impish grin turned into a roguish smirk as the blonde's rod started to create an ominously glow.
May quickly turned over, stuffing her mouth with a pillow, anything for her to resist that glowy stick of doom.
"…You can't resist me for long like that..." Marik said, slightly agitated.
Of course the Egyptian didn't like to see things not going his way. Marik scowled as he watched May struggle and murmur muffled noises into his pillow; clearly this wasn't satisfying enough for him. Marik, simpering with a new devilish idea, rested the top of the rod on the base of May's neck, and slowly started to trail down her spine, relishing in every small muffled cry she let out, all the way to her tailbone, at which point Marik was pressing with almost no pressure at all, which was somehow more alarming to May then the reverse. May squirmed as roughly as she could without breaking her already bruised up body, trying with all her might to get away from that freak with a mind control stick. She clawed the pillows that she smothered herself with and bit them in frustration. The stupid rod had control of her legs, so she couldn't kick the perv where it hurt, but at least she had her upper body, in which she angrily threw a punch to Marik's face.
Marik was caught off guard by this and was hit square in the jaw. Ouch.
"Why you little..." Marik started to sneer, but decided against it and stood up.
"You sure are trouble...be ready to pick out a dress the next time you see me."
Marik, smirk forever plastered on his face, stalked out of the bedroom, locking the door on his way out. May gritted her teeth and brushed her hair out of her face as she made her first attempt at getting out of bed. Biting her lip to avoid gasping in pain, she kicked up and out of the purple sheets during her second try, leaning against the wall for support.
I got to find a way out of here.
The agent kept repeating that statement in her head. She looked around.
Air vent? No, I can hardly stand let alone scale a wall and crawl through and air duct.
Jumping out the window won't get me anywhere , let alone in my condition…
Door is locked... Great... Maybe I can...Pick the lock?
Ha, with what…?
May fell back on the bed and welcomed the cry of pain as well as frustration. With nothing else to do, she covered her head with one of the pillows and continued to lie there. Just as things didn't seem to be able to get any worse, May heard footsteps near the door.
Great, just what I needed...
"Go away Marik, I'm not going-"
But before May got a chance to finish her muffled groan, the door unlocked and opened to...not...Marik.
"It's not Marik, it's just um...me...Heh, come to re-rap your bandages."
The voice was defiantly not Marik's at all, in fact, it didn't even sound like one of his cloaked men either.
That's weird… May mused, It sounds so...familiar…
May lifted her head from under the pillow and rubbed her eyes. There was a girl at the door, around her age, auburn long hair, a little on the short side, and wearing a much too large purple cloak, although the cloak she tied up around the waist so it wouldn't be a walking hazard. The girl smiled at her nervously and sat beside her on the bed.
"Who are you supposed to be, his maid? Eh whatever, I'm just so sick of this..." May smacked the pillow in frustration and huffed.
The girl looked at her concerned, clearly something on her mind. She laid a hand on May's head, before May smacked it away angrily. The girl sighed, "...I'm Ai, since you asked, and like yourself... I was kidnapped here..."
She sighed again, putting her hand on her own head now.
"I...I should've…" Ai shook her head, as if shaking away a thought, "Anyway...you're doing a lot better than before." Ai spoke as she began to work on replacing May's head bandage.
May stared at the girl; she sounded so...familiar! Where had that voice been from...it seemed like a far off memory...or maybe a dream she had... She shook the thought away, ready to ask some more important things on her mind.
"Why am I here? The last thing I remembered was a hospital… Or at least I thought..."
May slightly winced with pain as Ai began to sterilize May's head wound.
There was a pause before Ai responded, "…Marik carried you here, since you were in no need of the critical medic room any longer. He told me that I was to be in charge of helping you…something about 'you're a girl, she's a girl, now do your job and nurse her back to blah blah blah'," she used her free hand to put air quotations around what Marik supposedly told her.
May chuckled, despite the stings of pain she got from the rubbing alcohol on her forehead.
"Yeah, not the most charming brat around, now is he?"
Ai nodded in agreement, putting a hand on her neck scar, memories searing and waiting to be released.
"Yeah..." Ai murmured in agreement.
She looked down sadly and brought out the new bandage for May's still bruised but not bloodied face. Ai brushed aside May's dirty, brunette hair as she wrapped the new covering on. May watched her in fascinating, one question still itching at her mind.
"My...what about my men? Do you know anything about them?"
Ai paused and looked at her confused, "Men?"
"Yeah, he used his weird gold thing to mess with their heads and-"
May took a look at Ai to see her completely lost in her story and then sighed, "Oh forget it...you obviously don't know."
Ai scratched her head and gave out a nervous laugh, "Ah, sorry about that...I wouldn't know where they'd be anyway..."
Ai half-heartily smiled as she shifted to stand up. May nodded, it was a long shot anyway. Ai gave a sheepish grin as she gathered her sterilizing tools and walked over to the door; she hastily added, "I know Marik is a pain, but… if you need me anytime just yell, okay?"
"Yeah…" May sighed, "Sure thing."
The door closed and May was alone yet again. She wrapped herself in the Egyptian's thin sheets; sleep being her only escape from her nightmare now. Surely she'd find her men and escape this place... and hopefully soon.