Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dreams of Darkness ❯ Discovery ( Chapter 3 )

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Dreams Of Darkness

Chapter 3: Discovery

The knife began to sink in deeper and deeper; causing more blood to flow…Yami was going to die before he even regained his memories….

…he gasped as the cold metal sank deeper, as the blood began to flow faster…his life was slipping away before he had even had a chance to know what his life had been. And what was worst was that there was nothing he could do about it, no way to escape. And at that moment, Yami suddenly realised that he could not let that happen, the fate of the world depended on him, and to save it he must have his memories, and to save it, he must live. He could not allow himself to die in such a manner; he had to live, at any cost! He managed to overcome the fear that consumed him, and within his mind a plan of escape began to form.

Yami opened his eyes, and through blurry vision was just able to make the dim shape of his attacker. He closed his eyes again and gathered his strength, it had to be done at just the right moment. Too soon and the attacker would realise what was happening, too late and Yami would be dead. He would have to wait until just the moment where he seemed almost sure to die, the moment when the attacker would least expect an attack. That moment was almost nigh! The knife was almost severing the artery, when Yami's hands suddenly grabbed the man's neck in a vice-like grip, choking him to death. Blood gurgled from his mouth as his windpipe was crushed, and he made a strange whistling noise as he struggled to breathe. He made a feeble attempt to prevent his inevitable death, but to no avail.

The man was soon dead, blood pooling around him, and Yami had leapt up, throwing the man as far away from him as his weak state would allow, the body landing a few feet away on the stone floor. He looked around him, trying to determine the best method of escape, eventually spotting what appeared to be a small doorway to the right, just behind the bloody altar. Moving as fast as his protesting body would allow, Yami dragged himself towards the dark doorway.

Finally he reached his destination, and collapsed, leaning against the wall for support, almost doubled over trying to catch his breath. This body of his was not at all in good shape. Starting, he heard voices coming from the far end of the temple, and footsteps echoing on the stone floor. As the footsteps came closer, Yami could just make out the faint outlines of figures in the relative darkness, and also catch parts of their conversation. He strained his ears, hoping to hear more…

"…should be done with the sacrifice by now…taken long enough…the sacrifice should appease Seth, and he will lend us his strength against the pharaoh…WHAT?"

By this time the figures had come into the area illuminated by the torches, and from the yell, Yami guessed they had found the body of his attacker. The two figures knelt by the still-warm body and seemed to be discussing something. They then picked up the body and began to carry it towards the altar. As they approached the altar, they began to speak again, "Even if the sacrifice has escaped, this one's blood should still be warm enough for a sacrifice," and then the other figure spoke, "We need every sacrifice we can get, we must have the aid of the gods if we ever hope to overthrow the pharaoh. You as his most trusted advisor have access to information that could be useful to us, he would never suspect you of treachery."

And to this the other replied, "No, he wouldn't would he? After all, I have known him since he was a child and was advisor to his father before him. But he and his father ruined my life, and long have I awaited the day where I would hold his life in the palm of my hand and have him beg for my mercy." As this was said, the figure turned and pulled back the heavy cowl that had hidden his face. As Yami saw the face, he was instantly transfixed, he recognised that face. And at this, Yami was suddenly seized with an unexplainable sadness, deep and profound. Why was this happening to him? What did that man have to do with his previous life, he couldn't have been one of his friends could he? Had Yami perhaps been one of these plotters against the king? Whilst he was thinking this, Yami accidentally let loose a gasp as an image of that self-same face loomed over him, a face from a distant memory that was almost within his grasp.

Evidently his gasp had been quite loud, as the figures at the altar suddenly started and turned, looking in the direction of Yami's hiding place. Yami pressed himself against the wall, hardly daring to breathe as he heard footsteps approaching, praying that they wouldn't find him. Because if they did, he would not have the strength to fight back. Suddenly a shadow loomed over him, and as he opened his eyes he found himself staring into the eyes of the man he almost remembered. Those eyes contained such malice in them as to be almost tangible, and they were staring right at him. "You!" was the only word the man said as he brought a knife to Yami's neck, and once again, he felt the kiss of cold steel. He closed his eyes in acceptance of his fate; he could no longer fight. All he could think of as his last thought was that he felt terribly betrayed by this man, yet he did not know why. Abruptly, the feeling of cool steel had disappeared, and there was a bright light.

"Welcome back, and congratulations on passing the test," said a rather familiar voice as Yami cautiously opened his eyes. He slowly sat up and observed his surroundings, noting that he was back in his own body, and now in a room not unlike the one he had been in previously. Yami looked towards the source of the voice, and there again stood his double, Atemu. "Are you ready for the next test?", asked Atemu, "Be warned, this shall be harder than the first".

"I…I don't think I'm quite ready yet, and I have things I would like to think over. Like that man, why did I feel so betrayed by him, I felt as if I knew him, in the distant past…" Yami said, trailing off as he lapsed into thought, still shaken by what he had just experienced. He felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder, "I understand, but you must continue if you wish to have the answers to your questions", came a voice from above him.

"The doorway is over there, each test is different from the last, and if you prove yourself, little by little you will regain your memories" Atemu said, pointing in the direction of a small doorway much like the previous one. Yami raised himself from the floor, and slowly walked towards the doorway, mentally preparing himself for what might lie beyond…

Hey people, thanx for reading, in the next chapter there may be some graphic scenes ok? Not the promised yaoi yet, but a little taster. Plz R&R and I should be updating soon, the next chapter is already in progress. ^_^