Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Battery ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

For Amei

 

 

Lashing out the action

 

Blood dripped down from fang-like teeth, lips curled into a sardonic smirk. The dark-red liquid pooled around Him, coating His tanned body and blond hair. Again He drove the dagger into His Host's father's heart, cackling as he did so.

 

Returning the reaction

 

Shadow Magic was keeping the man alive, but only barely. He cried out again and again, grey bread soaked in the blood pouring from the stub in his mouth that used to be his tongue. He jerked, and the dark creature possessing his son jumped slightly in shock, before breaking out into maniacal laughter.

 

Weak are ripped and torn away

 

He abandoned the dagger now, opting for His long talon-like nails instead. They ripped into the Tomb Keeper's flesh, pulling out his still beating heart as the man screamed. He laughed, ripping the heart in half and throwing it across the room.

“My little toy.” He hissed with evil delight, eyes lit like a child's at Christmas.

 

Hypnotising power

 

He sheathed the dagger into His Millennium Item, the eye of Horus appearing on His forehead as He held it in front of the elder's face. The man's face went blank, blood gushing from his wounds. Still He laughed, splashing in the blood as if it were water.

“Now play!” He ordered, giggling maniacally. The man's hands rose up and he began to claw out his own organs, while He watched, eyes agleam.

 

Crushing all that cower

 

He heard them coming and his head snapped around, childish delight gone. The man fell limp, Death finally accepting him as He slowly rose, gripping his Item.

“Hello.” He hissed as a goat entered. Its eyes widened, smelling the blood. It tried to escape, but He was already upon it, slicing its back open, laughing again as the blood poured to the ground, mingling with the man's own fluids.

 

Battery is here to stay

 

He remembered Them trying to get rid of Him, trying everything in Their power to exorcise His presence. But he remained, living inside the dark realm of His Host's mind.

“I will never leave.” He whispered, crushing his Host's hopes.

“I am you, and you are me.”

 

Smashing through the boundaries

 

Once, His Host asked him why he killed Their father, why He killed His friends. The reply was simple.

 

He cherished each moment he was in control. Being able to get through the restrictions placed upon Him was torture, and so he forced his suffering upon his victims, lapping up their spilt blood and eating through their bodies when he was done.

 

Lunacy has found me

 

It didn't take long for Him to be completely lost to the world. The longer he was trapped inside His Host's mind, the longer the suppressed happiness ate away at His sanity.

 

Cannot stop the battery

 

It was building up inside Him, spilling over until he was forced to eat at his own confines, the chains pulling tighter with each passing moment.

 

Pounding out aggression

 

He tore at them furiously, his now 17-year-old spirit form straining to reach his escape. One shattered, and He pounded against the next with his free fist, years of anger unleashed, breaking the final chain and setting him free from one confinement, ready to meet the next.

 

Turns into obsession

 

Was He obsessed with regaining His body? Of course He was! If He could prove He was strong enough to take over, if He was able to kill once more, He would be able to take the power of the Pharaoh, and watch the world fall at His hands.

 

Cannot kill the battery

 

So He hid from his Host's presence. He crept into the back of his thoughts, allowing His Host to think him dead, giving him time to plan.

 

Crushing all deceivers

 

The first thing He did when He was free was eliminate those who lied to His Host and strung their bodies upon string, decorating His house with their rotting remnants.

 

Mashing non-believers

 

Once, He went to a `club', searching for prey. He found it in the form of a tipsy bartender, who claimed she was Lucifer's soul. He killed her right there, listening as the partiers, too drunk to notice she was truly dead, cheered him on.

The next day, police opened the door and a flood of crimson liquid washed over them, as well as pieces of undeniably human skulls.

 

Never-ending potency

 

He made the world afraid of Him, filling building after building with the murdered and their blood. Each night, without fail, tortured screams would fill the air, making the children sob and hide in their blankets, while their parents barricaded the doors and windows in hope that He would leave them be.

 

Hungry violence-seeker

 

When he grew tired of just plain killing, he went to Fight Clubs, where he challenged the strongest to an all-out brawl.

 

Feeding off the weaker

 

He would always win, and devour the defeated.

 

Breeding on insanity

 

They caught Him once, while he was sleeping, and sedated him as they brought Him to an Asylum. He loved it there, how his meals would speak with him before He ripped into their throats, how His treaters would try to tie him up, and how He would rip off their hands.

 

Smashing through the boundaries

 

When He grew tired of it all, he broke through the wall, laughing madly when they tried to stop Him. He simply walked through the electric fence, making himself turn transparent and shocking all those watching.

 

Lunacy has found me

 

The last bit of sanity he had retained disappeared when He saw the Pharaoh, flaunting his power against the Tomb Robber. Flames leapt inside Him, and He wanted nothing more than to rip the ex-ruler to shreds and feast upon his flesh.

 

Cannot stop the battery

 

And so He planned, making different ideas of how He could obtain the power of the Pharaoh. The easiest way he could think of, was to get His Host to befriend them. And so he did.

 

Pounding out aggression

 

He almost regretted his decision as he was once again shoved into the deep recesses of His Host's mind, trying to fend off the offending emotions.

 

Turns into obsession

 

Battery…

Battery