Chapter 4

I woke up around 3 am to the sound of maniacal cackling. Horrifying maniacal cackling coming from Marik and Bakura's room. I got out of bed, grabbing the wood Rod I had used to smack Bakura.

I opened the door and tiptoed down the hall, dreading that my intuition was right and I'd have to face HIM.

I creaked open the door, and found my intuitions to be sickeningly right. Standing over Bakura, who was still sound asleep, was someone I hoped never to meet: Melvin.

I gripped my stick with a bit of fear and a bit of anger. The good news was that I don't think Shadow Magic exists or works in my world, so I won't be mentally raped. Bad news was he's still creepy as shit.

"Heh heh. Hello Florence. It's been a while." he chided.

"That it has." I said. Really, I was just trying to distract him. It worked, at least. He looked at me with confusion.

"Who's there?!" he demanded. I stepped into the moonlight.

"Oh. Hello, Susan. Lovely night for murder, don't you think?" he laughed.

"My name is Gypsy, I'll have you know. And no, I think it's a horrible night for murder. So stop it before I have to hurt Marik." I threatened.

"Ha! Like you could stop me, little girl. What could a mortal possibly do against me?" he challenged.

"Well, I could do this." I said, and started charging him and screaming, stick raised above my head. He just smirked and raised his Rod, attempting to use Shadow Magic. When it failed, his face twisted into a look of shock.

"What the-!" he shouted, but was cut off by wood colliding with his temple. I knew my antics wouldn't be enough to take him down. He had an incredibly high pain tolerance. But my aim wasn't to take him out. It was to make enough noise in the process so that Bakura would wake up. So I kept smacking him in his weed head until the wings had well broken apart.

"DIE ALREADY, YOU UNHOLY SPIRIT, DIE!" I screamed. He grabbed the shaft in response and got up.

"You put up quite a fight, Susan. I should have taken you seriously from the start. However, your life ends here." He yanked my stick from me and broke it over his knee, tossing the pieces to either side. With nothing else to defend me, I put up my fists.

"How quaint. The baby wants to fight. But it's a lost cause."

I looked over his shoulder and relief washed through me. Bakura had finally woken up and was getting ready to ambush Melvin. I giggled inwardly.

"Oh contraire, weed hair. My job is already done."

"Hmm?" Bakura's grip on his shoulder clarified.

"Marik, I know you're in there. Fight him." Bakura said calmly. Melvin was sent reeling from both of us, fighting desperately to keep control. But he lost. His hair went limp, and after much screaming, he collapsed to the floor, Marik once again. I picked him up bridal style and tucked him in.

"Does this happen often?" I asked Bakura.

"Almost every week." he answered.

"Well, I'll leave you two be then." I said, gathering the pieces that were still salvageable, which was basically just the ball that held the wings. I closed the door behind me and went back to my room.

This was gonna be a bitch to remake.