Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Hatred for the Pharoah ❯ runaway train ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

         This fic is dedicated to my deep-seated hatred for that over-aged, spikey-haired freak of a pharoah, Yami. I am very very sorry to any of you Yami fans out there, so be warned. If you are of loyalty to the pharoh, please do not read any further. I will accept any flames without complaint. You see...I just have this thing against Yami, and I really need to get it out somewhere. This was my best bet. This is going to pick up from the episode that played just two weeks ago. Ignore the fact that he's still alive...in my mind, he died.
stop!" Tea cried. She threw herself around his waist, bringing him out of his power-filled rage. Weevil fell to his knees, no longer a living human, but simply an empty vessel. A souless being. As you see, the pharoah once again caused the soul of another to be taken. How horrible- he did not care. No regret. How "fitting" of the great pharoah who supposedly saved mankind.
now uncontrolled train ran off of the tracks, sending it into a very rugged terrain. It crashed into different trees, and bushes full of thorns. Tea had long since lost balance, and was no longer on top of the train. Yami was too ignorant to notice her cries for help. He didn't care.
face was red with blood. There were thorns embedded into his face, his shirt was torn, his cards were gone (u really think they'd stay in the duel disk with the train still moving like that?), and he was barely hanging on.
he even noticed, the runaway train plummeted off of a high cliff. Yami hadn't a chance to grab anything, and thus fell alongside the train.
sighed, knowing that everything he'd done was wrong. Summoning the seal that stole Yugi, taking Weevil's soul, and everything else. Upon sudden impact with the earth, everything in Yami's mind went black.
everywhere, the air was clouded with bright red lights and an ear-piercing noise. A young fireman went around, searching through the bushes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something of a spikey nature. He went over to it, only to turn away in disgust.
behind him, was the 5000 year old pharoah himself, impaled on a sharp branch, blood still slowly dripping down the stick.
but surely, Yami was gone (^________^ YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!). His body was left there to rot among the foliage, never to be put at rest. Such a poor fate for such a great pharoah, ne? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *ehem* The End.

my note to you all....Never judge a book by it's cover. You may dislike the illustration on the front, but you may HATE the inside.