Warnings: Rating M, Swearing, Child Abuse. If this type of thing offends you then DO NOT READ! This is a fictional story ONLY and nothing more. Flames will be used to toast my marshmallows.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! But the plot belongs to me.
Chapter 31: Captured.
Yami stopped the car in Marik's driveway and cut the ignition. "Don't think for one minute that we don't care because the search was called off." Yami had turned in his seat slightly, Marik had been silent the whole trip back into the city, frowning when Marik didn't acknowledge him and followed his line of sight. "Is your house usually that dark?" Yami lent forward peering at the house through the windshield.
"No." Marik got out of the car in one smooth movement. The car door closed behind him and before Yami could get himself out to follow, Marik was already at his front door and unlocking it. The house was darker inside and too quiet for a house with two little boys and a teen. However, it was late and the house shouldn't have been this dark with the boys asleep upstairs and Rishid downstairs watching t.v or whatever he would be doing to keep himself busy. Marik pushed open the door and his hand went right for the lights switch and flicked it on. The lights should have lit up his entrance way, nothing happened. He flicked the light switch a few more times to be sure and still he stood in darkness.
"Is the power out?" Yami asked confused as he took a few steps back and glanced down the street to see the neighbours had power. He saw windows and outside lights were all on in some houses.
"No." Marik hissed. The sound of soft clanging came from the kitchen and before he could even move, Ra came running at them with a growl and ducked between their feet. Marik cursed under his breath at his cat and watched it vanish into the night.
"Marik." Yami had pulled his gun and nodded his head in a way that made Marik look down at the floor. Ra had left paw print tracks of blood across the floor. "Kitchen," Yami was moving taking the lead, Marik mimicked him taking out his gun and following.
Both men moved in synchronized movements throughout the bottom floor of the house searching and checking each room they passed. Marik tried to keep it together on what he was doing and what needed to be done, fighting back the urge to run through his house to see who was hurt or possibly... dead. It would help no one if he was killed in his haste to find out. He gripped his gun tighter and reminded himself to look before shooting; he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he accidently shot one of his boys.
The pots that hung from the ceiling on a hanging rack above the island counter clunked together softly, like wind-chimes. They were both confused until they felt the chill in the air and swept their flashlights over to the glass door and found it open. Moving at the same time, around the counters and between the kitchen table.
Instantly he was spotted. "Rishid!" Marik gasped, the beam of light from his torch revealed the man laying face down on the kitchen floor. "Rishid!" Marik rushed by Yami to his brother's side. "Call an ambulance!" Marik was on his knees accessing the bullet wounds in Rishid's side and chest and for a pulse.
Yami already had his radio out and called it in as he approached, looking outside the back door and giving despatch the address for back-up and an ambulance. Yami's radio crackled back with a reply that help was on its way.
"Rishid." Marik was relieved as his older brother groaned but didn't move and his back expanded slightly with the intake of a breath. "Helps on its way, stay still." Marik gently patted his shoulder for reassurance that he was no longer alone. "I'll be back, just hang in there." He whispered rising to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Yami asked. "Marik they could still be in the house!" Yami whispered loud enough not to be heard beyond the kitchen door.
"Watch him." Marik vanished from the kitchen and up the stairs. "Bakura! Ryou! Malik!" He called each of their names as he opened the first bedroom door, gun clutched in his hand. "Bakura?" The room was empty so he moved on. "Malik?" The boy's room was the same as Bakura's, empty. "Ryou?" Marik moved about the room, throwing open the closet door. "Malik! Ryou!" He left the room and into his own to find it empty as well. "Ryou! Bakura!"
Marik had already felt the cold grip of desperation and worry the moment he saw his brother face down on the kitchen floor and thoughts darker then he could have imagined on his own flooded his mind on what at this very moment could be happening to his boys.
"Malik!" Marik just about kicked open the bathroom door and his torch light swept over the room, he even checked the shower. It was empty as the other rooms. His mind momentarily shut down... this bastard had taken his whole family.
Suddenly his cell phone started to ring, snapping him from his thoughts as he pulled it out and was shocked to see Isis's ID glowing on the screen. Marik answered it, placing it to his ear. "Isis..." laughter cut his words off and he knew that it wasn't his sister but the bastard that took her and possibly his boys.
'Detective Ishtar.' Came the smooth voice with background noise.
Marik growled at the title and couldn't help himself but place blame where his gut-instincts told him too, the guy's voice grated on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Where are they?" He snarled down the phone. A new hatred for this guy was so overwhelming that Marik's whole body trembled.
'Finding yourself all alone, are we?' There was an amused chuckle in his voice.
"You'll be finding yourself dead when I get my hands on you!" Marik tried to keep the rage from his voice, wishing he could reach through the phone and strangle him.
'Detective, I gave you warnings and you could have avoided this if you had just listened to me... so now you have forced my hand to do something I really don't want to do.' The voice turned smug which only infuriated Marik more.
"Don't get comfortable." Marik cut in. "I'm coming for you and don't think that because I'm a cop that I'll be restricted by law." Marik's voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom.
'In the five years of this game you haven't even come close to finding me, so what makes you think you can find me before I use their insides to paint the walls?'
Images flashed though his mind of Ryou, Malik and Bakura, laying in a cold dark room somewhere with their faces twisted up in fear and tears still trapped in their focused unseeing eyes... Marik snapped screaming down the line. "GIVE THEM BACK TO ME THEIR MINE!" He was hung up on and a dial tone filled his ear, lost in his anger and despair he smashed his cell phone onto the basin counter and repeatedly kicked cabinet door over and over again until his foot went through and bits of his cell phone lay in pieces beyond repair.
Ryou huddled himself further down in the dirty clothes in the laundry hamper holding in his whimpers and tears. He had waited for forever for his Daddy to get home. Now Marik sounded so mad that it had Ryou frozen up in fear that Marik was somehow angry at him. That it was his fault that the bad mans had taken Malik and his brother. But it didn't stop Ryou from crawling out of the laundry hamper in search for his brothers, only to find his Uncle dead and blood... so much blood. Seeing as Malik had gave him such a good hiding place and it seemed the safest place to be, Ryou ran as fast as he could back to the bathroom to hide and do as he was told by Bakura... When was the best time to come out? He didn't want to get into trouble for hiding and not helping Malik and Bakura... Ryou bit on his bottom lip to hold back a sob, but he should have done something to help them.
"Marik." Yami eyed the new damage and said nothing. "The Ambulance is here."
Marik took a moment, his back to Yami as he hunched over the basin. What was his next move? What should he be doing now?
"Ahh... Marik... look." Yami pointed to the hamper right beside where Marik was standing.
Marik backed up and the gun that was still in his hand fell with a clutter to the tiled floor. "Ryou." Marik rushed over and ripped the clothes off the top of the child.
"Daddy." Came a soft and meek little reply, Ryou gasped as he was grabbed onto and pulled out of the basket only to be engulfed in a tight hug.
"I thought I lost you." Marik muttered into Ryou's shoulder not willing to give up his hold and until he was reassured enough that Ryou was at least safe.
"I'm sorry!" Ryou started to sob almost instantly. "Bakura tolds me not to move and I did." Marik knelt down and put Ryou onto his feet.
"Is he alright?" Yami asked entering the room.
"Ryou," Marik not willing to let Ryou go held the boy by his arms. "Where's Malik and Bakura? What happened?" Marik reached out grabbing a towel from the basin and wiped the child's face dry of the tears.
"I heards Malik scream." Ryou hiccupped as he tried to control his sobs, he had been frozen up in cold fear that tied him down by invisible bonds, the fear had even taken his voice and breath and whispered in his ear that whatever was happening to Malik, he was next. Marik felt his inside twist up and he had a good idea on who had Malik, it was the same bastard that had his sister, he was sure of it and that bastard was most likely Majed. For who else would have come into his house and take a child. There was no way that he was going to let the bastard live once they crossed paths. Marik wouldn't risk this happening again in the future.
"What about Bakura?" Marik's grip tightened on the child.
"I don'ts know." Ryou cried again, he had been so frightened and he'd only seen that worried scared look on Bakura's face a few times, so when Bakura told him to hide, he did with Malik's help. "I wants my brothers back." Ryou so openly sobbed, Malik had given him such a good hiding place.
"It's okay." Marik picked him up in his arms, he couldn't expect much at all from a frighten child. "I'm glad you're okay." He tried soothing the boy the best he could.
Yami cleared his throat. "Marik, you should get him checked out downstairs."
"Daddy?" Ryou enjoyed the hug and the security of feeling safe once more as he was carried downstairs. The bottom floor of the house was lit up by lights from inside as well as outside. Men and women walked in and out of the house, some walking over and over again the same path, officers were even looking in the gardens outside, people from the neighbourhood had gathered across the road and most were still in their pyjamas, police officers trying to keep them back behind a yellow ribbon that stretched across the whole front yard. "Are yous mad at me?"
Marik wasn't listening when he spotted Rishid on a stretcher being pushed across the yard with paramedics keeping up as they rushed him towards one of the few ambulances parked on the snow covered lawn. "How is he?" Marik asked walking along side them, with Ryou still clutched in his arms.
"He's been shot." The woman said not even slowing down or looking at him. "Twice, one in the side and one to the chest." They lifted the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.
"Where are you taking him?" Marik stepped out of the way as the doors were closed on him, but the driver answered as he ran by and they were pulling away with sirens blasting and lights.
"Don't worry Marik I'll give them all the info they need." Shizuka called out getting into her car. "I'll follow them and keep you up to date. Just take care of the little one." With that she was pulling out onto the street as fast as the ambulance had.
"Are yous mad at me?" Ryou asked feeling tears once again fill his eyes and fall, was Marik so mad at him that he couldn't even talk to him for not helping Malik, but that scream Ryou had never heard anything like it before, but the images that had been in his head at the time were horrifying. "Daddy I promises to never let anything bad happen to Malik agains." Ryou gave out such heart wrenching sobs.
"What? Ryou." Marik placed the boy down on the back of an ambulance. "I'm not mad."
"Yes yous are because I didn't stops the bad mans from taking Malik and Kura." Ryou fiddled with the hem of his pyjama top.
"No Ryou." Marik placed his hand on Ryou's shoulder but his hand was so big that it was holding Ryou's neck and the back of his head. "What matters the most to me is that you're here and safe." Marik sighed and thought on how this affected Ryou as well. "No more crying." He didn't really mean it or expect Ryou to hold it together and put what happened out of his mind... but for now Marik couldn't really deal with his tears and questions. Ryou nodded his head and wiped at his face. "That's my boy." Marik pulled Ryou's head forward a little and kissed his forehead.
Ryou gave a half-hearted smile that turned owlishly as Yami approached as well as a medic. Ryou fussed not liking all the touching and cold objects on his skin or the bright lights deliberately flashed in his eyes. Soon enough the paramedic was backing off and Ryou gave her his hardest, unhappy glare he could muster. "He's in shock, but other than that he's fine." As soon as the paramedic had spoken the words, Marik picked up Ryou again and headed for his car.
Bakura slowly opened his eyes, finding himself unable to move or open his mouth, bound and gagged. He was in a boot of a car; everything around him was cast in red from the tail lights. He moved slightly, hearing the crumpled sounds of paper under him. He shivered from the chill that felt something close to being in a freezer and the roar of the engine and the tyres on the road told him they must be going at a fast speed. Were they on a highway?... he stopped moving upon hearing dull voices over the noises and couldn't make out the words or whether it was female or male that were talking...
The pain cut through again in his head and it dragged him back down to the depths of unconsciousness.
It was strange to be sitting up front; Ryou glanced at Marik, seeing his face only when the lights of other cars passed them, lighting up the inside of the car for a moment before it was thrown into darkness of the night once more. The man's face was set in a deep frown of anger and concentration. Ryou had protested that he was too small to sit in the big seat on his own and once again Marik had ignored him.
"Daddy." Ryou muttered softy his voice almost lost by the sounds of the engine that droned inside the car and over the fan of the heater. "Its okays... Bakura always takes care of himselfs." Marik's eyes narrowed and his grip tightened on the steering-wheel that his knuckles turned white. Sure Bakura could take care of himself, but not against a full grown man, he was only a kid after all and it was Marik's responsibility to take care of Bakura... he shouldn't have to take care of himself.
Ryou bit his lip and glanced down at his lap, he wrung the sleeves of his jumper nervously. "Wheres are we going?" He couldn't really see out the window and even if he could it was too dark to see anything.
The car lit up and Marik turned off the engine and got out. Ryou shifted nervously in his seat, jumping when the door was pulled open and Marik lent over him, undoing his seat-belt and throwing a heavy jacket over Ryou's shoulders as he was pulled from the car.
Ryou clung to Marik wide-eyes as they walked into the brightly lit hospital, doctors and nurses were running about and the waiting room was so full that some people were standing. "Is Bakura and Malik here?" Ryou asked looking about to see if he could spot them first.
"Marik!" Shizuka waved walking towards them. "They took Rishid into the OR a few minutes ago." She glanced at Ryou and then back at Marik. "He didn't look to good." She said grimly lightly touching his arm. "There's one of the doctors that saw him when they got here." She pointed.
Marik turned about and rushed after the doctor. Ryou only listened into part of the conversation Marik giving Rishid's name and asking question that he couldn't understand... it was important that his Uncle Rishid was here but the doctors could make anyone better, nothing short of miracles and magic in Ryou's eyes, they had mended his brother. "It's too soon to give any updates." The doctor was refusing to say anything more.
"Daddy." Ryou tugged on Marik's jacket, but the grown-ups ignored him and kept on talking and Marik seemed to get more worried and angrier. Ryou wasn't going to be ignored any longer and tugged more impatiently on Marik's jacket and talked over the doctor on a more important matter that seemed to slip everyone's mind right now and Ryou really didn't want to be an only child. "Daddy, we haves to find..." They didn't seem to hear him and Ryou frowned and increased his tugging on Marik's jacket. Only this time, Marik said nothing as he placed Ryou down on his feet and took his hand. "Daddy we haves to find Malik and Kura." Ryou gasped now tugging on Marik's arm. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"Ryou be quiet!" Marik said firmly while he placed his hand on Ryou's head while he still talked with the doctor. Ryou huffed crossing his arms over his chest and glared at the doctor, he wasn't going to take being ignored anymore. Ryou wanted Marik's attention and he wanted it now. Uncrossing his arms and moved forward and brought his leg back and with one hard swift kick to the doctor's shin had the man hopping about in pain and Marik was picking him up... Attention was received.
"Ryou..." Marik started to scold him.
"We haves to find Malik and Kura, now!" Ryou said with tears in his eyes. "The bad mans haves them." He couldn't think of anything more terrifying, not even the scary monsters that lived under beds or in closets could be compared, bad mans were far more frightening.
"I'm trying, baby." Marik sighed, maybe if he had Malik here, he'd at least have a chance of finding something that would lead him in the right direction, but for now he couldn't leave his brother and needed to wait around for the doctors.
Ryou fidgeted and fussed wanting to be with Bakura and Malik and hated the waiting room and why they had to wait so long. It didn't take long for Marik to settle the child down and soon enough Ryou was fast asleep in Marik's arm and his head rested on his shoulder.
About midnight Yami left with an apology, wanting to go home for a shower and fresh change of clothes and a stop by the station, he promised that he would try to be back as soon as he could. Shizuka was a trooper; she stayed despite having been up already passed twenty six hours, but she was curled up on a hard plastic chair fast asleep. Marik had draped his jacket over her, since he was holding Ryou, the child was warm enough.
Marik had suggested to her to go home, but she was as stubborn as Ryou and wanted to stay. "Ishtar!" Finally, Marik was up on his feet, making sure to hold Ryou close so not to drop him and approached the doctor. "How is he?" Marik asked.
"Stable." The doctor spoke with a sigh to his voice and rubbed at one eye. "He sustained one flesh wound in his side, nothing vital was hit."
"But." Marik added for him knowing there was more.
"But the one in his chest gave us the most trouble. If the bullet was an inch to the left, it would have killed him instantly... he's one lucky man." Marik gave a small grin in relief. "We are now taking him to the ICU you're welcome to sit with him... but." The doctors eyes landed on Ryou and Marik knew what his next words were going to be 'no children allowed.'
"It's okay Marik; I'll go sit with him and call you as soon as he awakens." Shizuka said getting up from her chair. "You and Ryou could really do with a good night's sleep."
"Thanks, I owe you one." Marik said, he didn't know how he was going to sleep without taking a whole bottle of sleeping meds. He was so tense and edgy; he needed Isis, Malik and Bakura back. "Just rest and we'll pick it all back up again in the morning." She lent up and kissed Marik's cheek and snugly tucked the jacket about Ryou.
Marik pulled into his driveway, Ryou was sound asleep on the seat beside him. Ryou stirred a little when the door closed and the door right beside him opened up with a cold guest of wind. "C'mon." Marik grunted closing the door with his elbow and walked down the snow covered path.
The two police officers sat in an unmarked car out the front of his house. Great his place was being watched, but it didn't ease him at all considering that the damage had already been done. They had what they wanted and they weren't going to come back for him.
Getting the door open with one hand and Marik found the house as dark as when this hellish nightmare had started. His brother left for dead on his kitchen floor and Malik and Bakura missing along with his sister... what did he possibly have left to give in order to get his sister and boys back?
Marik shook the thoughts from his head and moved for the stairs, moving up them swiftly, he passed Bakura's bedroom door and into his bedroom. Pulling back the covers, he removed his jacket from Ryou and laid the boy down and covered him over.
"Don'ts leave me." Ryou grabbed onto Marik's shirt and held fast.
"I'm not leaving." Marik sat down and ran his fingers through Ryou's hair a few times. "Sleep now."
"I can'ts sleep without saying goodnights to Bakura and Malik." Ryou yawned and each blink of his eyes took longer to open and focus. "I'm scared."
Marik frowned and glanced about rising to his feet at hearing a soft whining sound... what was that?
"Daddy," Ryou sat up watching him, he heard it too.
It was coming from under the bed, Marik knelt down and lifted up the covers and there in the far corner was Milly, shaking and scared. Marik sighed, out of everything that happened he had forgotten about her, the poor thing. He gave a small whistle and the puppy gave a frightened bark and whine, shook itself and leant against the wall, she wasn't moving. "Milly, c'mon." Marik clicked his fingers trying to coxes her out. Reluctantly, the dog gave in to her master's calls and crawled on her belly towards him, so unsure. Marik gathered her up once she was close enough and gave her a good pat before placing her down by Ryou. "Will Milly do?"
Ryou nodded his head and hugged the dog like a soft toy and Milly was happy for the warm comfort. Marik gave his face a rub over with both hands before running them through his hair... what was he to do now? He couldn't sleep with the thoughts of what Malik, Bakura and his sister might be going through right now... tried as hard as he could to block those thoughts up but they kept pushing through. Bakura and Malik in some dark scrub land, laying on the cold ground while their killer digs up their graves, to leave it unmarked and never found and Isis having make-up applied to cold skin and clothes changed to make her look like a prostitute and dumped somewhere in the city like the Serial killer's personal calling card, the only thing missing is his phone number.
Marik growled shaking his thoughts and moved out into the hallway and paced, it was no good just heading out with no leads, no direction... he needed something, just one small clue and this bastard was his.
Marik stopped in his pacing between his bedroom door and the bedroom Malik and Ryou occupied, when they weren't usually sleeping the night in his bed. It was so dark in that room and he didn't like it. Marik walked in and instantly located the night-light he had put in for them and turned it on... the room was lit with a soft glow. He glanced about the room and the mess it was in, the beds unmade, clothes on the floor and under the beds, the small table was littered with drawings, crayons and pencils and paper.
Marik started to straighten the room up for no real season, but having it tidy for when he got Malik home and to keep his mind off certain thoughts that would have him going insane by morning. He soon moved to the small table and chairs, packing away the crayons and colour pencils, separating the blank paper from the ones that were drawn all over... he grinned at seeing a drawing of Milly and Ryou's name printed on the bottom, he forgot the Y in his name. Marik sat down without really thinking as he went through the drawings the boys had made while spending time upstairs with each other. Most of them were of him, his cat, Bakura, Isis, Rishid and his house. Malik's drawings had improved, no more where they filled with monsters in white coats, but similar pictures to what Ryou had drawn.
Marik pulled out a folder to place them all in it and got to his feet and froze, there on the wall were a few more drawings the boys had pinned up, there was a drawing of an old two story house, a few trees and a shed. It looked like the house he had been standing in front of that afternoon, the drawing held all the details perfectly. "It couldn't be." Marik stepped over the chair to get a closer look. Was that a girl in what looked like a basement window? Marik ripped it down off the wall and moved to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and held the paper under it.
Instead of snow Malik had drawn grass just under the window and there beyond the glass was a face of someone crying. Marik looked over it more closely and moved the paper to the left corner where the shed was and there in the doorway was... was that Malik? Had he put himself in his own drawing?
Marik turned and rushed back into his bedroom and went right for his wardrobe. He reloaded his gun with a new case and placed it in his holster. He turned for the bed and pulled Ryou from it. "Sorry Ryou, we have to go." He wrapped his jacket about the child, who protested and wanted to go back to sleep. Marik ignored him picking the child up and carried him downstairs and out the front door to his car.
Milly yapped as she bounded after them, not wanting to be left behind again and managed to get into the car before the door was closed on her and she nestled down on Ryou's lap.
"What's going on?" The officer got out of the car and approached.
They wouldn't let him leave if they knew what he was about to go and do, but they would report this anyway. "Going back to the hospital. My brother woke up." Marik said getting into his car and reversed it out of his driveway and speed off down the street.
"Where are we goings?" Ryou asked waking up a little more.
"I'm taking you to a friend's house where you'll be safe." Marik soon pulled into the curb outside a house. Ryou watched Marik get out and walk around the car, he took a moment to look at the house, it was nice looking, like home, a few of the windows were lit up with soft lights... so someone was home.
The door opened and Ryou gasped as the cold air that hit his face. "Milly." Ryou made sure to grab onto her and held her tightly. "But I wants to go wherevers you go." Marik was up the few steps and knocked on the door loudly, Ryou thought it was going to break with the amount of force Marik used on it. "Daddy."
Marik saw a head peer at them through the frosted glass before hearing the locks snap and the door opened. "Marik?" A woman with blond hair pinned up and blue eyes; half hid herself behind the door as if unsure of what to make of such a late call.
"Sorry Rebecca, I know it's late." Marik apologised.
"It's fine." Rebecca stepped out from behind the door and opened it wider. "Yami's gone back to the hospital." She frowned in confusion. "To be with you... how is your brother?" her eyes fell upon Ryou and then darted back up to Marik's face.
"He's stable and in the ICU. But I've come over because I have a lead and I really need someone to watch Ryou for the night." She bit her lip as she looked Ryou over. Marik spoke up before she could say anything. "I have no one else I can trust to watch him. They have my sister and my two boys... if I don't leave now, who knows what'll happen to them."
Rebecca from her years married to a detective that there were time limits in finding a victim alive or dead... if it was her son she wouldn't want to wait around either. "Okay." She nodded.
"Thank you." Marik knelt down and placed Ryou on his feet. "I'm going to leave you here in Rebecca's care."
Ryou glanced at the woman and back at Marik with tears in his eyes. "Don'ts you want me any more?" He knew it was his fault for not doing anything when Bakura and Malik were taken and Uncle Rishid was hurt... Marik was mad at him. Ryou started to sob, "I don'ts want a new mommy or daddy, I likes you."
"Ryou, listen to me." Marik gripped his shoulders. "I'm not giving you up, okay; I'll be back in the morning to get you." Marik hopped that whatever events were to happen he would come out alive. "This bad guy has Isis, Malik and Bakura, right?"
"Right." Ryou wiped at his eyes.
"So I'm going to kick this guy's ass and bring them back for you." Marik grinned a little at seeing a small smile on Ryou's face at his choice of words.
"Will you put the bad mans in a times-out?" Ryou sniffled.
"He'll be in time-out for so long he'll forget his own name." Marik's grin widened when Ryou gave a giggle. "But I can't take you with me, so you have to stay here." Ryou glanced at the woman again; she looked nice enough and then glanced back at Marik.
"Buts I want to kicks ass too." Ryou really didn't want to be left here and what if something happened to Marik, there'd be no one to help him.
"I need you to stay here." Marik gave Ryou a hug and a kiss to the side of his head and ruffled his white hair as he stood up and said to Rebecca. "I need to go." She nodded her head and took Ryou's hand.
Ryou panicked in seeing Marik walk towards his car, what if the bad mans hurt him, who would be there to help him... "Don't gos!" Ryou cried out. "I can helps you!" Rebecca gripped onto him more tightly. "Daddy!" Ryou struggled to get free but the hold him was like iron, it didn't move or give way. "DADDY!" Ryou screamed through his tears and sobs that made it hard for him to breath and he struggled with all he could and was feeble against this woman.
Marik faulted in his walk for a second, it took all his will power not to turn around and comfort the child a little more, however, Malik, Isis and Bakura needed him more right now. Ryou was in the safest place he could be and he would be fine. Marik got into his car and sped off down the street.
"It's okay Ryou, he'll be back." Rebecca said as she picked up the still struggling child and carried him inside. She only hoped she was right, but as soon as Yami got home, she was going to send him and the whole police force after Marik as back-up.
His head felt like it had been crushed and put through a blender and shoved back into his skull, even to open his eyes took concentration and too much effort for the pain he was in. "Bakura, Bakura." As if the frightened voice had control over his body, his eyes obeyed and opened with a will of their own. "Oh, thank goodness." Isis breathed, her face taking up his complete vision. "I worried that you might have been hit too hard; you've been out for ages."
"My head." Bakura grumbled out his obvious pain as he tried to sit up and his stomach churned with the spinning room, rolling over onto his hands and knees and moved away slightly and vomited.
Isis cringed and patted his back and swallowed thickly trying not to follow in his actions, because she had done that already so many times and didn't think there was anything left to throw-up.
"Where are we?" Bakura gasped out in pants moments later, shutting his eyes again to stop the room from spinning.
"Don't know. I was surprised to see them throw you down here." She sniffled and wiped away a few stray tears.
"Them?" Bakura raised an eyebrow, he couldn't recall how many were in the house, but he had a good idea of what they wanted.
"Yeah, there are two of them... sick bastards." She muttered as an after insult.
"They didn't hurt you did they?" Bakura turned his head looking at her, instantly spotted the open wound on her forehead that was closed over by dried blood and a black eye on her pretty face. It made him instantly furious, that someone had done that too her.
She mutely shook her head, besides her capture, her escape attempt and them drugging and leaving her locked up down here, no real harm had been done yet, but an uneasy feeling ate away at her more than ever that Bakura was down here with her.
He could tell that she was holding it all in. He glanced about the small basement, rising to his feet upon seeing the small window that was so badly frosted up to see out of. "They came in from the back door." Bakura moved towards the window for a closer inspection. "They got Malik and I, Rishid was out cold downstairs he'd been shot... they didn't get Ryou." Bakura was in away thankful that his little brother wasn't here, he didn't think he could deal with the boy sobbing or screaming while he looked for an escape... no doubt there wasn't one because Isis was here and she sure would have tried to get out. It didn't hurt to look anyway and with the two of them something could be done.
"What about Marik?" Isis moved closer, leaving out the fact that she had been trying to pry the window open for days now with no luck.
"He wasn't home at the time." Bakura grunted shoving his palms against the icy cold glass and when it wouldn't move he glanced about over his shoulder at all the boxes of stuff... it looked as though a wild animal had torn through them all looking for something to break free with. Bakura shuddered at the thought of how long she had been down here on her own, fighting those men off. Bakura wasn't naive nor was he ignorant to the wants that drove some men and none would have them treat a lady properly.
Isis closed her eyes and sighed in relief that he wasn't hurt or worse killed and that there was hope that Marik would find them. Bakura turned himself and used his good arm to try to smash the window open with his elbow. The only succuss he had was causing pain to shot up his arm.
"What about the door?" Bakura abandoned the window and started up the stairs.
"It's locked." Isis followed him to the foot of the stairs and watched him. "I haven't heard anything from up there." She bit her lip. "No movement, no sounds since they put you down here... gods help me, I even hoped Malik would cry just so I would know that he was in this house with us at least." A snow-flakes chance in hell that she would leave the child on his own while she ran for safety, if there was an escape then they would all take it together.
Like the window, the door didn't move nor did it creak as if it was going to give way under his efforts to get it open. Bakura stepped back, was it made of, iron? He didn't have the heart to remind her that it didn't matter Malik never made any sounds at all... Bakura fought off the thoughts that invaded his head like a hostile enemy at what just might be happening to Malik now and no one would know... the boy would keep it to himself. "We have to get out of here." Isis nodded her head agreeing. "No matter what, right?" He needed to make sure she would be willing to do anything, kill anyone that stood in their way.
It was kill or be killed, for they weren't going to get out of this alive, she knew it. "Right." Was it so wrong to have hope and courage renewed, by a mere teenage boy? She was the adult; it should have been her giving such words of reassurance to him. "Right." She muttered to herself once more.
TBC.
I really didn't want to leave this at a cliffhanger, but if I kept going this chapter would have been over 20 something pages long, but I'll be updating this again in a few days, since I already have most of it typed up. But you get to enjoy a few more chapters (love and cookies)