I had a little more trouble with his chapter then what I had originally thought, this would have been posted almost after my last post only I could have made up my mind on how it all goes down from here, so I took my time and worked my magic and here you go enjoy.
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 32: This Year's Boy.
Marik stood shin deep in the snow in the middle of the woods, with a torch and a gun... since Kaiba took all the maps back to the station to find better access to the remote houses in the area and tagged the ones that needed better searching and warrants should they met any resistance with the residents, Marik had no aid to get him in the right direction.
Marik, having a good memory retraced the steps they had taken that morning, it was hard since the terrain around him looked so much more different in the dark.
He was lost.
On top of that, a storm was building up and it started to rain. Good, the storm would act as a sight and sound cover for when he got his hands on the bastard that took his boys and shoot the fucker in the head. Marik placed his hand over his sidearm; constantly checking to make sure he hadn't dropped it as he stumbled his way through the woods.
Marik growled at himself, feeling that he was running out of time and the impatience that he was in... he should have found the house by now. He pressed himself onward, suddenly his cell-phone rang making him jump and turn around, gun aimed at nothing but darkness. He reached in and pulled it out and answered it. "Ishtar." He muttered putting his gun back in its holster.
'Marik, its Kaiba.' The line went silent for a second. 'I have some information that you'll want to hear.'
"I'm listening." Marik replied.
'Marik, this guy has been doing this longer than we thought, Meg ID'd him this afternoon.'
"Name?" Marik asked, at least he'd know who he was going to kill and make sure he had the right person... but still he couldn't shake Majed from his mind and that he had to be involved in this somehow.
'Hiroto Honda.'
Marik stopped walking... that wasn't right; Majed was at the centre of all the killings, Malik had practically confessed on paper through the means of art... could it be that there were two of them? Stalking women, killing them and dumping their bodies around the city...
'Shizuka pulled up a profile on him, He spent most of his fifteen years of his childhood in a high security mental facility... for killing pets about his neighbourhood. Wherever this guy moves too, the killings start that week, when Detectives got to close, he moves on to the next city or town leaving his partners to get the full blame that's why he's never been caught. He acquires a new partner every time... he teaches them how to kill. Shizuka said it's the mentor and disciple syndrome, ever heard of it?'
"All the time." Marik replied sarcastically as he walked at a much slower pace.
'She said, they're serial killers who hunt together. Marik, we're not just looking for one, but two. If this Honda guy is the mentor the student could be anyone.'
"He isn't anyone, I know who it is." Marik said more to himself; it would explain on why he had never gotten this guy sooner, he was so busy looking for one person and then when Malik came into his life he was too focused on Majed.
'You can't make assumptions just because you wish it to be Malik's father... I know how you feel about the kid, but to blame someone for this, you need to be sure you're right.'
"Malik drew a picture of the house, we, all of us, had searched and stood out front of it this afternoon... If we had waited we could have gotten them and I'd have Isis back. Bakura and Malik would never have been taken. I know for certain that Majed is the disciple and Malik saw it all... everything they did." Marik couldn't hold back the anger, which only fuelled him forward.
'Alright, we'll get a team going first thing in the...' Kaiba's voice trailed off and the line went silent for a few moments, he asked. 'Where are you?... You can't go at them on your own, you'll get yourself killed.' Kaiba growled over the line. 'You're acting irrationally because you're too close to the situation..."
"You want to help me?" Marik cut over him. "Then get here." He hung up and once again looked about, nothing looked familiar and he still felt lost. "Shit!"
The locks on the door began to snap open, Bakura rushed down the stairs to stand with Isis. She gripped his shoulder and whispered. "Do as they say, no point in doing anything down here, they placed in automatic locks on the door yesterday." Malik's father came down the stairs rather slowly. "There are two of them. Watch out for the shorter one, he's a nasty bastard. Lost count on how many times he wanted to kill me." Her grip tightened and her voice lowered as their capture moved in closer. "This one's Malik's father Majed, both are responsible for the rape and murder of woman all over the city... possibly, we'll be added to that list."
"Nothing funny boy." Majed hissed nodding his head towards the stairs indicating for them to move. Isis was the first; she stepped out from behind Bakura and made her way up the stairs. "Let's not be shy." Majed grabbed Bakura's arm and hauled him up the stairs. As soon as Bakura stepped out onto the upper floor, he swept his eyes about taking in the room, where the furniture sat, windows, doors possible weapons and most of all... suddenly Bakura's legs were unable to move him forward and he almost tripped as Malik had wrapped himself about him in an iron hold. "Malik." Bakura gasped so happy to see that he was alright... however the bruising that marred Malik's bare shoulders and arms, told Bakura that he had been right to his earlier thoughts on what might have happened to the boy.
Malik was grabbed far too hard and yanked away; his body followed stumbling towards his father, a swift backhand threw Malik to floor. Bakura wanted to kill him where he stood, since he didn't have a weapon, he used what he did have. "kids." Bakura muttered blocking Majed from advancing on Malik. "You can beat them around for awhile but there's only so much they can take." Bakura's eyes swept to the other male in the room who was preoccupied with tying Isis up, then to Malik silently sobbing on the floor... if there was any chance of Malik talking, it was gone and the child would spend the best years of his life sitting on some shrinks couch 'not' talking about how fucked up his childhood had been and most likely if Bakura was to survive this, he'd be right next to Malik on that couch doing the talking for the both of them.
Another shove brought Bakura back to reality. The man was rather good looking for a serial killer; Bakura supposed Majed would have to be to attract all the girls, charm had to be in there somewhere... and what he did to all those women something in the primitive-twisted-sexual desire lay deep, rotting and unsatisfied in this man. Bakura swallowed the lump in his throat; Marik was still better looking. Bakura placed his hand on Majed's chest softly kneading whatever fell under his hand. "Why get yourself so worked up over a child when I can put you in a far more relaxing mood."
"I'm not..." Cheeks a flamed with a red hue as Majed backed up few steps looking everywhere but at his captive, shocked and so unexpected.
Bakura followed with ease keeping the distance between them rather close, anything to keep this bastard's mind and hands off Malik... even if it meant that they would be on him in the most inappropriate and so unwanted ways. Bakura lent against the other and rose up on his toes. "Gay," Bakura offered the word for him. "Neither am I, but I still could blow your mind, make you use muscles that you never knew you had and I'd make you ache so bad that you'll still beg me for more afterwards."
Isis froze in her struggles as did the guy tying her up to watch what was happening... she wanted to scream at him 'what the hell are you thinking?' Bakura was far too young for what he was doing or offering himself up for... then she noticed the way Bakura's hand trembled so badly that she had no trouble in seeing it from all the way across the room. The way Bakura shook his hand and opened and closed them a few times before they became steady like a surgeons hand as he pressed it against Majed chest. .. Bakura was quite the actor, she thought, however it didn't make it any easier to watch.
Majed stumbled and fell back into a chair looking like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing and eyes bugging out of his head, Bakura straddled one of his legs and lent in. "It's okay if you've never been with a guy before, I'll show you what to do." Bakura gasped as he was grabbed about the back of the neck and pulled back on his feet only to be slammed face first to a wall.
"Get your dick back in your pants!" The shorter male yelled at Majed. "We have a job to finish." He then turned his attention onto Bakura and spun him about. "Don't worry; I'll pound your pretty ass into a mattress." He nodded his head in the direction of Malik, Bakura couldn't help but look and with it, his heart felt as though it shrivelled up and plummeted to his stomach, Malik who still lay on the floor unmoving, but for the shaking of his shoulders as he sobbed silently into the carpet. "His too... soon enough." Bakura was shoved down into the same chair Majed had fallen into moments ago and tied up, hands behind his back and legs bound to the chair.
"When I get out of this chair you're a dead man." Bakura growled in his ear, Majed seemed to be just as angry by the comment and pulled his partner away just outside the door and the two began to argue angrily, Bakura could only hope that they would kill each other.
Bakura glanced down when there was a weight upon his lap and arms wrapped about his thigh. "Malik, Malik... look at me." Bakura bend over as much as his bonds would let him, he just wanted to be able to hold the boy in his arms or brush the hair from his wet tear stained cheeks.
Malik let out a shuddering breath as he only turned his head against Bakura's leg and looked up at him... all he wanted was Marik and to curl up in Marik's nice, big, soft bed with Milly and Ryou and wake up to find this to be nothing more than a nightmare. It felt so real, he ached everywhere and he had been sick a few times only to have his father beat on him for it.
"It's going to be ok... Marik will come for us and make them pay... just, just..." Words were lost on Bakura, he couldn't tell the boy that it was going to be alright, when it wasn't, Marik for all he knew could be days away from finding them and they would have to endure whatever these men had planned for them. Majed seemed to show some small ounce of care for his only son, so maybe, just maybe, if he and Isis were murdered, Malik still would have some chance of living and Marik finding him. "Hey, you know I couldn't have been prouder to be your big brother... You make Ryou and I so happy to have you around, Marik, Isis and Rishid too." Bakura glanced at the two men still in the midst of their argument, over hearing 'getting rid of them' and 'dumping their bodies soon.'
"Yes, we are your family Malik; I love you as much as I love Marik and Rishid." Isis whispered from across the room, tears filling her eyes; she smiled when Malik glanced her way. "I have the best job of all, being your Aunt."
Bakura looked down at him with a dazzling sad smile that Malik had never seen on Bakura's face before. "Just don't forget that ok... no matter what you hear or what they tell you, your place is with Marik and Ryou and as soon as you get a chance to, we want you to run." Malik shook his head and his grip on Bakura's leg tightened; if he ran away he'd never see them again, they'd end up like all the rest. "Malik you run as fast as you can and don't stop until you find Marik again."
"It's okay to forget about us and run." Isis hissed, if any of them could get away Malik could, he'd done it before.
Malik started to hyperventilate; his small rapid gasps were silent. The chair creaked along with the ropes as Bakura bent forward and strained against them as much as he could and rested his forehead against Malik's. "Breathe baby, just breathe." Bakura muttered to him, but Malik couldn't stop, not after being with Marik and getting a taste of what life could really be like and then having been dragged back here, he hated it here as much as he hated the man he once called his father... Marik was his new dad and Bakura and Ryou were his brothers, this man that held him here was nothing more than a cruel stranger that they all had to get away from. "Malik, look at me." Bakura whispered to him hoping to stop the attack before Malik passed out.
"Bakura!" Isis gasped out as she was pulled from the room by the back of the chair and dragged up the stairs... Bakura couldn't wrap his mind about what their next moves would be, what would happen to them and the words that so clearly rang in his mind from parts of the conversation their capture had just outside that door.
Malik was yanked off his feet and under an arm of the shorter male. "Get your hands off him!" Bakura seethed straining against his bonds. "He's having trouble breathing!" A punch to his jaw almost knocked Bakura onto his side, the chair titled on two legs before slamming down again the right way.
"I'll be back to deal with you in a moment." He turned away; Bakura only got a glimpse of Malik's panicked and frightened stricken face. .. it hit him them, that when he came back, Bakura knew he wouldn't be alive for much longer and hoped that if death was knocking at his door, he wanted it to be quick.
"Bakura!" It was a whispered gasp; like fallen dried leaves of autumn skittering across a cement footpath, a voice that hadn't been used in such a long time. "Bakura!" Malik rasped again his arms outstretched towards him, reaching for him. It broke Bakura's heart to hear what would be Malik's first spoken word, was his name and it was spoke with begging and pleading to be saved.
Bakura growled through grit teeth and tears as he was helpless to do anything. "You are talking you little shit! I knew it! Your old man didn't believe me." Bakura's heart stopped beating and his hearing became hypersensitive as he tried to track their movements.
A door slammed shut on the top level followed by a lot of thumping around with a few incoherent yells. It seemed to last forever and Bakura struggled furiously against the chair and rope that kept him in place... Bakura would kill them, starting with that bastard. He'd done it before to save Ryou the same fate that threatened to befall Malik.
Bakura panted as he struggled to get free, the rope cutting into his wrists and ankles.
"You were warned about talking!" Honda again backhanded Malik, who fell against the wardrobe and tumbled to the floor on his knees. "Did you tell that cop everything?" Honda advanced once again and Malik was too small to defend himself against the onslaught. "I could have been happy here! It's always! It's always something that stands in my way! You've ruined it all!
"Honda!" Majed pulled the man away from his son, not really seeing it as anything more then what Malik deserved for his betrayal against him, him of all people... but if anyone was to give Malik this lesson then it would be him. "Back off, I'll deal with him."
"What's the point?" Honda panted, over heated and worked up; he wiped the sweat from his top lip. "That little bastard has probably told that Detective everything." Honda lashed out and kicked Malik.
Majed didn't want to say it, but the hurt of what Malik had done to him outweighed what little love he had for his own son, not that he really had any for the small useless lump of a child. "Fine." Majed sighed. "We'll get rid of the others tonight... but I'll take care of Malik myself and we'll take out that Detective as well." His dark emotionless eyes fell upon the child, laying on the floor curled up in a ball and sobbing at the new open wounds, bruises and possibly broken bones.
"Whatever." Honda stuck his nose in the air as if he had been offended and walked out of the room.
Malik ached all over and his chest felt as though it was on fire, but the conversation didn't pass him. His father... No! This man was finally going to kill him... at least he wouldn't be alone; Bakura would be with him in whatever grave his father had prepared in the woods. Isis would be found by morning somewhere in the city and soon after that; Marik would met his end as well. Malik grit his teeth and gripped at the carpet. Malik right now would give anything to get out of here and save them all, even if that met putting up with Ryou's constant bossy, pushy, cry-baby, demanding ways forever, he would, he really would. This man was going to destroy all that had made him so happy.
"Malik... son." His father moved closer and knelt down before him. Malik's grip on the carpet tightened enough to make his blood covered fingers and knuckles turn white and he tried to pull himself away... How long had he wanted to rip the word 'son' from this man's lips and have him never to utter such things that were meant to be so meaningful, yet spoken with such contempt? Too afraid to speak out, but screaming roared on the inside for someone to help him, anyone that could safely take him away from this man forever and all that came to mind was Marik. He'd even bend to Ryou's every whim for those games he always likes to play. He'd even open his month and speak to Marik and tell him everything that happened, he'd tell the whole world if it was willing to listen to him on what this man had done to him and those women. Anything that was asked of him Malik would do so willingly, if someone just saved him, NOW! "I tried... I tried so hard to love you but you were born so wrong. You took everything from me, my wife's love and her life... if you were never born she would never have gotten so sick. What my wife saw in you, I'd never understand or want to know... nor do I want to. So I'm sending you back to whatever Hell you crawled out of."
Majed rose to his feet. "So speak all you like Malik, no one will listen or hear you ever again." Malik turned over and scuffled backwards as far as he could to get away, only coming up short against the wall as his father aimed a gun at right at him.
All Malik saw was the gun as the world around him blurred and darkened, but how that gun seemed larger the life itself the way is shone in the dim lighting.
The gun trembled in his hand. "Goodbye son."
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Honda approached Bakura. "While Majed's busy with the boy and the woman... I thought I could get to know your body a little better." Bakura glared at him, his heart racing as well as his mind on how to get out of this. He most likely had to wait until he was untied... by then he'd be at this man's mercury and likely it would be too late.
"Don't touch me!" Bakura growled pulled his face away when Honda reached out to touch him.
"I got so bored with only having women all the time." He slowly circled Bakura lightly running his fingers across Bakura's shoulder s, back and neck. "I was rather excited that you so bravely offered yourself to Majed like that." His fingers wove their way into Bakura's hair and gripped tightly and yanked his head back, Bakura grit his teeth against the pain. "You look like the kind that wouldn't scream easily, all tough and brave." They both jumped at the sound of gunshots popping one after another upstairs. "Wow, didn't think he would shot his own kid like that." He gave a chuckle.
"Malik?" Bakura couldn't wrap his mind around that Malik was dead, murdered in such a horrific way. It was so many shots that went off, it wouldn't matter if help came now or not, Malik wouldn't be able to be saved with that many bullet holes in his body.
"Hey!" A voice rang out and Honda turned just as two gunshots went off in the room and Honda's body jerked with every hit and went down with a pained cry. Bakura turned his head just as Marik moved by him in a blur and went right for Honda. Both men struggled, but it was Marik who laid in the punches and came out on top when Honda finally stopped moving. "Bakura." Marik rushed to him, pulling out his pocketknife to cut the ropes.
Instantly Marik pulled Bakura into his arms as soon as the teen was free. "Marik?" Bakura was shocked more than anything, not expecting to see Marik... "No." Bakura pushed himself from Marik's arms and got to his feet. "I have to see, I have to know." Bakura ran from the room and up the stairs.
"Bakura wait!" Marik went to go after him; he heard those shots from outside. "Bakura!" Suddenly pain exploded in the back of his head and he went down, rolling onto his back he saw Honda standing over him with what looked like a baseball-bat.
"I told you not to shot'em in the living room." Majed called out in annoyance while coming down the stairs just as Bakura was running up them.
"You bastard!" Bakura being younger and more nibble, ducked about Majed and used all his body weight and shoved the male down the stairs and kept going up.
Majed tumbled down the stairs and landed hard on the bottom floor, he lifted his head and saw through the doorway Honda and the Detective in a struggle over a gun. Leaving Honda to deal with the Detective, he headed back up the stairs; things were getting out of hand.
At point-blank range Marik shoot Honda through the shoulder twice and shoved him off, getting to his feet and aimed his gun right at Honda's forehead. Marik couldn't delay. His boys and his sister where in here and they needed his help.
The gun trembled in his hand as smoke flowed from the barrel, what was wrong with him? Wide eyed he stared down at Malik curled up against the wall between bullet-holes that by some twist of fate refused to let them hit the child... only one, just one had hit Malik's arm and still then not a sound came from his lips, no screaming, no rolling on the floor in agony. Malik just held his arm... what a freak of nature. Shooting the boy should have been the easiest thing he had ever done. Maybe, just maybe this was better left in Honda's hands. Sure Malik's last moments would be filled with so much pain and absolute pure horrific horror that no child Malik's age should endure, but it was fitting for the child's betrayal... Majed did feel betrayed and felt that Malik had to pay by any means.
Malik still sat curled up on himself, three bullet-holes around his body in the wall and only one had hit him, blood flowed down his arm... it didn't matter how much it hurt or how much he wanted to scream out and run, he'd not give this man the satisfaction of taking more pain and tears from him.
Malik however did let out a whimper as another gun-shot went off, but somewhere else in the house and it had taken Majed's attention from him. "You move from that spot and I'll make you regret it." Majed left the room cursing Honda's name and how the man couldn't do anything right, before the door slammed shut.
Malik collapsed on the floor, eyes unfocused and unseeing, his chest burnt like never before and air wasn't even getting passed his lips, his arm felt like it had been severed from his body, numb and heavy at the same time... something in the back of his mind told him, that if he wanted to live he needed to do as Bakura and Isis had told and that was to escape. Help of any shape or form wasn't coming... he had spent a few summers here, hiding from that man and his friend in this house and on the extremely rare opportunity he got to play in the woods that surrounded this house when he wasn't under close watchful eyes. Malik knew this place inside and out so very well. Escape was easier here then it was in the house in the city.
Malik blinked and coughed a few times a small window came into view. He pushed himself up on shaky limbs and rose to his feet. He wasn't going to wait around, he'd hide and wait out his chance to run away like Bakura and Isis told him too. However, he wouldn't let them get away with what they had done, Malik would tell on them and in Ryou's own words they would get a very long 'time-out.'
Malik clambered up onto the old bed and pushed open the small window, the rain and wind almost had him tumbling back off the bed; it was so cold and gusty that it took his breath away. He could get out onto the roof and down the tree that grew on the other side of the house and run into the woods unseen and unnoticed. Using what strength he had, Malik hauled himself up and out the window.
Malik hoped he would be fast enough to get help for Bakura and Isis; his eyes scanned the area he could see and everything looked strange covered in snow and darkness. He lost what little balance he had, falling out the other side of the window and slipped on the wet tiles of the roof, heart racing and eyes wide, he frantically moved his hands about to grab onto something; anything to stop him from falling off the roof, he wouldn't survive the fall.
Bakura threw open the door. "Malik!" instantly searching the room preparing himself to find the worst, a small body and a pool of blood. He found none. Bakura turned about thinking he had the wrong room when a cold gust of wind brought Bakura's attention to the open window and there he saw for a brief moment before he vanished so suddenly. "Malik!" Bakura rushed across the room in a few hurried steps.
The storm that had rolled in was at its peak. The wind, rain and snow blew in through the window into the bedroom. Bakura grit his teeth, grabbing onto the windowsill and threw himself out and after the child, Malik went over first, Bakura latched onto the gutter and lashed out with such reflexes and caught the child in mid-fall. "I got you!" Malik glanced up and saw that Bakura did indeed have him. "Climb up." Ignoring the pain in his arm and used what strength he had and started to lift Malik up towards the roof. Malik using Bakura's arm he crawled up it a little and reached. "Shit, don't move." Bakura gasped out as the gutter creaked and came apart from the roof. Malik lost his grip and fell once more, Bakura got a better grip on him, used the swinging motion the fall caused and practically threw Malik up onto the roof.
Malik hit the roof with a thud and almost had the wind knocked out of him and the pain shot through his arm like wildfire.
Bakura glanced down hoping to see something that would cushion his fall, a bush or a small tree and saw nothing but snow covered ground. The gutter creaked filling the area with the sound of metal bending and snapping. He was jerked out away from the house a little more. Bakura swung himself kicking his leg up onto the roof and glanced up when he was grabbed onto. Malik let out small grunts as he helped Bakura back onto the roof.
Bakura rolled onto his back for a moment to get his breath back. Malik knelt beside him doing the same and as soon as Bakura sat up, Malik threw himself at the teen and hugged him tightly. Never had Malik been so happy to see anyone. "Let me look at you." Bakura pulled back a little looking the child over. "I really thought he had killed you." Bakura gave a grim smile that was meant to be reassurance that the boy was okay.
Malik showed Bakura his arm hoping he could do something about the pain, there was a lot of blood and it looked nasty enough, but most of it looked like cloth from his jacket. "We'll get it fixed as soon as we are out of here." Bakura glanced about; looking for a possible way down, visibility was zero from up here. Suddenly a shot went off and bounced off the gutter making a pinging sound right next to Bakura's foot. Majed was at the window reloading his gun. "This way!" Bakura was up on his feet and took Malik's hand and they moved swiftly across the roof top.
"Tree." Malik gasped out, but Bakura didn't hear him as he was grabbed and pulled behind a window arch as Majed stumbled his way towards them, fighting against the roaring wind.
"He's out here with us." Bakura bit his lip and glanced about. "Up there." He shoved Malik upwards to get over the peak of the roof to the other side. He needed to find a way back into the house and maybe escape that way or hide until Marik found them.
"Stay down!" Marik's words were drowned out by the gunshot as it tore through Honda's kneecap and the pained scream that filled the room as Honda grabbed at his knee and rolled on the floor like a wounded animal, he sure screamed like one. At least Marik now wouldn't have to worry about him coming after him.
Marik backed to the living room doorway to be sure, Honda cursed angrily, spitting blood as he cursed Marik to all levels of hell and back again and how it would never be over. Marik had a better satisfaction for Honda rotting his life away in jail with a large cellmate who wouldn't take no as a deterrent that would be a great start to unwanted relationship. Marik rushed up the stairs and stopped at the top, five doors and only one open. Since the basement door was open, Isis had to be up here along with Bakura, Malik and Majed. Marik gripped his gun and tried as he did to remember how many bullest he had left as he kicked down the doors on the upper level.
The last door at the end of the hallway, he found Isis naked, bound, gagged and blindfolded on a bed. "Isis!" Marik rushed across the room and cut her free. Her reaction to him was sluggish and slow. "Isis?" Marik ripped the blindfold from her eyes forcing her to sit up against him. "Hey!" He gripped her face making her look at him.
"Marik." She mumbled out trying to fight the drugs in her system. "What took you so... long?"
"Traffic was terrible." Marik pulled off his jacket and wrapped it about her; he did glace her over looking for injuries, beside a few buries and the cut on her forehead she looked okay. "Did they... did they..." He stopped when she shook her head no.
"Malik and Bakura are here, they... they're going to kill them. Kill us. You have to... you have to help them. Don't... don't worry about me." She closed her eyes wanting to give in to the oblivion of unconsciousness. She couldn't remember ever being this tired.
"Isis, stay awake!" Marik shook her, she blinked her eyes open and gasped as he pulled her to him and swept her up into his arms, he couldn't leave her alone like this and not while Honda was down stairs and Majed still on the loose.
A dull thump came from somewhere above them, they were on the roof. Change of planes. Marik placed Isis on her feet against the wall. "Take this and stay here." He shoved the gun into her hands. "I have to go after Bakura and Malik." Marik moved away to lock the door and came back to her to give her another shake... he hoped that whatever they drugged her with would wear off soon. "Isis, look at me." She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. "If Majed or that other guy comes in through that door, shoot them." Marik shook her again when she became unfocused. "Isis! Do you hear me? You shoot them!"
"Yes Marik." She gasped and nodded her head; she slid down the wall watching as Marik turned from her and climbed out the window into the night. She turned her attention onto the door and gripped the gun in her hand. "Stay awake." She mumbled to herself even though she was fighting a losing battle.
Bakura slid down the other side of the roof, holding onto Malik as he did. "This way." Bakura was moving too fast for Malik to keep up, it felt as though he was being dragged and Malik was trying his hardest to keep up, but he was cold and he ached all over and the roof was so slippery that keeping his footing was hard, but still thankful that Bakura was with him and knew what to do.
Bakura tried to keep a sharp eye open for any signs of Majed out here with them and it made Bakura nervous that the bastard hadn't shown himself yet. Suddenly Malik yanked on his arm that hard that it almost knocked him off his feet. "Bakura!" Malik yelped, the teen spun about and as he did Majed struck him across the face with the gun. "Bakura!" Malik watched horrified as Bakura fell and rolled towards the edge of the house.
Malik pulled himself free and went after Bakura, Majed reached out and yanked Malik back by his shirt and the child hit the roof hard. "You're in trouble again Malik and this time no one can save you." He reloaded the gun making Malik jump at the sharp snapping sound it made. Malik backed himself away on his rear-end using his hands and feet. "And I won't miss this time." He aimed it at Malik's head; closing his eyes Malik stopped all movement and waited.
The shot went off and no pain followed, opening his eyes he saw Bakura and Majed fighting over the gun and still in the midst of their fighting, Majed was still trying to aim at Malik. Three shots went off in random directions, only one went through the roof right next to Malik. "Get off the roof!" Bakura yelled at him.
They were both too close to the edge. "No." Malik wanted to stop them from fighting; he wanted to pull Bakura back away before he... "NO!" Malik rushed at them, as Majed hit Bakura and kicked him so hard that Bakura left the roof for a moment and ended up on his back. Majed brought his leg back to deliver another kick, until he was shoved hard from behind.
The male turned stumbling on his feet, shock flashed over his face that his son could do something like that too him. Malik backed up wide eyed. Majed tittered right on the edged, the gutter creaking, arms flapping to gain balance. Malik growled and went to rush in to make sure Majed would fall the right way, instead he fell forward and as he did he grabbed onto Bakura's leg and dragged the teen with him.
What had he done? Malik watched as Bakura vanished over the edge of the house. He had killed Bakura when he was only trying to protect him. "Malik stay back!" Malik glanced up as Marik rushed by him to the gutter and reached for the teen. "Bakura!"
"I can't hold on!" Bakura gasped out, his fingers started to slip with the extra weight of Majed clinging to his leg. Marik grabbed onto Bakura's arm tightly. "Get off!" Bakura felt it safe enough and started to kick at Majed.
"STOP MOVING!" Majed called up and Bakura cried out as the gun Majed still held onto dug painfully and deeply into his side. "You're going to pull me up too or I put a bullet in this kid's side and I'll take him with me."
"Alright!" Marik had no choice.
"Don't." Bakura shook his head; he knew that once Majed was back up on the roof they were all dead. "I can survive the fall, Marik. Let me go."
"Shut up!" Marik was losing his grip the longer Bakura hung over the edge and Majed held on.
"I'm losing my patience Detective!" Majed yelled up.
Isis was suddenly at Marik's side helping him to pull Bakura up even if it meant Majed would be saved. Marik would deal with him once Bakura was safe.
Isis grabbed onto Bakura and tried to pull him free, Majed did a good job of pulling himself up over Bakura. "Thank you Detective." He aimed the gun right at Marik and before any of them could react, a gunshot went off and they all froze. Majed grunted placing his hand over his stomach everyone else out of confusion watched. Blood blossomed through his shirt; Majed looked just as confused as Marik and Isis for a moment on where the blood had come from. Majed looked up across the roof, Marik, Bakura and Isis looked in the same direction and all eyes landed on Malik. Majed sneered as blood dribbled from his mouth as he toppled over the edge of the house; he turned and shot twice as he fell over the edge to the ground landing on his back in the snow.
"Damn it!" Marik gasped out as he fell back collapsed on the roof.
"Marik!" Bakura screamed as he rushed to his side, placing his hand over the bullet wound in Marik's chest to try and stop the bleeding. Malik dropped the gun and scuffled backwards away from it. Isis had passed out using up what energy she had. "How... what do... there's so much blood."
"Malik... where's Malik?" Marik tried looking about just as Malik crawled over and stopped at his side. "You're okay?" He reached up and cupped Malik's cheek. The child nodded his head and gripped Marik's hand tightly. "It's over." Marik whispered to Malik reassuringly. "He'll never touch you again; you're safe now from them. This hurts a lot more then I imagined." Marik gasped and started to cough again and this time blood spluttered from his lips.
"What do I do? Tell me what to do?" Bakura was begging in his state of panic, how was he going to get Marik down and get him the help he needed when they were in the middle of nowhere and Isis was out cold.
"It's okay." Marik coughed out and moaned in pain.
"It's not okay!" Bakura snapped back at him. "You're the one that's taking care of us; we'll have no one if you..." Bakura swallowed thickly watching as Marik's hand fell away from Malik's face to fall limp at his side.
"Dad." Malik whispered out gripping onto his shirt.
"I waited for a long time to hear you speak." Marik said glancing at Malik with a small smile and then it faded.
"Marik!" Bakura shook him a little. "Marik!"
The area about the house filled with cars and flashing lights and teams of police officers stormed the house. Yami, Kaiba and Otogi surrounded Majed's fallen body. Yami shone his flashlights upwards just in time to see Bakura called down to them. "Up there!" Yami lead the small team through the house and out onto the roof with the paramedics in toe.
TBC
There will be one more chapter which will be the last and this fic will come to an end, I'll also be doing an Epilogue and hopefully I can wrap this up rather nicely. (love and cookies)