Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dramatic Influences ❯ Win ( Chapter 28 )

Apartment

Heza

 

I just can't do it Mariku.

My wrist managed to work on its own and place the knife beside me. I know that I have not been the greatest at making decisions but unfortunately you cannot change the past.

 

Whatever is destined to happen; is destined to be.

 

The guilt and disgusting feel of sympathy seemed like a miasma that was not going to let anyone escape its grasp on human lungs. I turned to him and saw a confused face on his visage; I knew he would be upset that I had put away the blade. Killing just isn't something I want to do. If someone else wants to kill themselves then go ahead but, I won't be there to help nor stop your decision. Pain suddenly coursed through me when I noticed his grasp upon my arm. His grip resembled a few slabs of cement blocks that were crushing my bones little by little.

 

Taking its time on my suffering.

 

“How dare you disobey me! I am your master! Your keeper! If instructions are given to you I expect results!”

 

He threw me to the ground, obviously I did not care. My expression must have shown nothing considering that at that point I had felt nothing. Even the impending soreness that I had experienced earlier was a mere memory. Nothing of this tale I understand. Maybe the genre should have been mystery but, as for now I shall classify this feeling as numbness.

 

A naïve yet academic judgment.

 

 

As my body hit the ground I felt unneeded pressure rest upon my skull. His foot was pressing on the side on my head, he put so much pressure that I could swear that a crack or two was going to emerge on my head. A trip to the hospital was most certainly in order.

 

His foot was lifted.

 

Purposely or forcefully, I just could not tell.

 

Everything seemed so dark and faded. The sounds of voices talking were, what my suicidal thought is, my last sound.

 

 

Apartment

Malik

 

 

She held the knife close to my neck.

 

For sure I had believed her to kill me, and if she were to do so then I could not let her go through with it. She must be brainwashed, Yami no Malik does have the sennen rod. My eyes opened somewhat to see the knife gone and a crash on the floor instead.

 

Puzzling.

 

I turned my head, half wishing that he would not notice. His foot, I saw, was practically crushing her skull. Leaning foreword and getting up I managed to practically tackle Yami no Malik off of her.

“What are you doing?”, he got up from the ground. “It is just a worthless human nothing more, you should be thanking me for reducing a part of this over populated world.”

I growled, “She is not worthless! You can't just keep treating people this way!”

He smirked, I should have known better.

 

“Now look who is demanding, hm?”

His gaze shifted towards Heza, mine following. Her head was bleeding; badly. I knew I had to take her to the hospital fast but how? My eyes scanned Yami no Malik smirking as usual.

 

Damn it!

I picked up Heza and ran outside.