Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Silence ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Silence.
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet.
And the wind begins to moan.

Alone in the darkness. It has always been my life. Studying the ancient scriptures, preparing for the pharaoh's return, I sat in my room by candlelight. There was no sound. My eyes would leave the papyrus to glance upon the walls, seeing the shadows dance there to an eerie silent beat. I would watch those shadows dance, their dark forms moving about on the stone, making no noise as they blindly fought with themselves for an end they could not meet. It was always silent. So quiet, so eerie. I accepted such as my life, knowing that forever I would be encased in this silent reoccurring dance myself. And so it would have been, if my dear brother had not given in to the foreboding evil within him.

Upon his surrender, Malik was taken over by the malicious force that grew without his or my knowledge. It was this power that controlled my brother now, for I know that Malik is a sweet, loving boy who would not betray those around him. It was the power of greed, of the Millennium Rod, that sent my brother over the deep end. And now, he too is trapped within a silent dance, though this one differs greatly than the one I had come to know and accept. Malik was now imprisoned by the dance of death.

In my dark, silent room I sit now. It has been years since we left the prison our former home once provided. Years since the death of our father, years since the first emergence of the evil hiding within my brother. During those years I had searched, in vain, to discover a way to help Malik. Finally, the pharaoh returned to us. I knew immediately of my own intuition that he would be able to rescue my brother from the evil that shackles him.

The pharaoh was well on his way to saving Malik when unforeseen circumstances forced us to land prematurely. I know what happens to my dear pharaoh as I sit in this silent room, alone with my thoughts. These intruders greatly hindered our progress in the journey to save mankind from certain destruction. These men, proud and arrogant beyond reason, have taken my pharaoh away into their own twisted world, caring not that their very existence hangs in the balance. All I can do now is wait for my pharaoh's return.

Silence. It is all that accompanies me in this room. This strange, metal room, somehow made tolerable by Seto Kaiba's luxurious riches. Still, I can never be comfortable in a place such as this. Not as long as I know my brother stalks out there, somewhere in the halls. There is no sound, and there is no light. The shadows of the room lay dormant upon the walls, motionless and still. The shadows, as my brother's soul, are dark and unmoving. They stretch far and engulf everything they touch with a cold and merciless darkness. Evil emanates from this place. I can feel it.

A shadow near the door moves. It startles me, but I make no movement. Instead, my eyes silently follow the disturbance as the thick silence is broken by the lowering of the door lever. I feel my body tense up. It has been only recently that I have come to fear my own brother. He is unpredictable now. I feel I cannot be safe around him. However, the individual that enters the room is not Malik. He is someone different, someone I have never seen before. His dark, emotionless eyes stare at nothing as he moves into the room. I am frightened, but choose not to show it.

"Who are you?" I ask. "What business do you have here?"

He says nothing. He is silent as he walks toward where I sit near the window. I turn my head slightly toward him, my eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Please, I implore you, answer me." I say. The man's rudeness does not set well with me, however I show no irritation.

Still, he says nothing and is close enough for me to touch him. My nervousness is rising, making me feel uncomfortable next to the strange, silent man. He stands there, still and unmoving as the shadows for several moments. I watch him, examine his features. He is not looking at me. He is not looking at anything. I cannot see any consciousness behind the man's pale features. It unnerves me.

Without warning, he reaches out with his hand and seizes my shoulder. His strength surprises me and I cannot help but flinch in response.

"What is the meaning of this?" I demand, allowing my irritation but not my fear enter my voice. "Release me at once!"

He pulls sharply, and I have no choice but to stand. He is not very tall, but unresponsive and silent. I cannot think of anywhere I have seen this man before, and I come to worry about my safety and well-being while he is here.

"Are you afraid?"

The voice is deep, threatening. I look toward the open door where the figure of my brother stands, although I know too well that it is not Malik there. It is the evil presence within him, the power that had since taken over my brother's being. It is smiling, holding the Millennium Rod close to his body as he leans against the doorframe.

"It's always amused me when I see the terror in your eyes," it sneers. "You are not one to easily frighten, my dear Isis. It is quite a reward when I succeed in doing so."

"What is it that you want?" I demand. "I have had enough of your sick games. Allow my brother to return to his place and never disturb our lives again!"

It stops smiling. "Allow that fool to continue with that pointless tradition of waiting in a hole for some dead spirit who is not fit to rule as pharaoh anyway? Why would I do that? It has taken me years to fully emerge, and I do not plan on returning to my dormant state. Ever." It takes a step inside, and closes the door behind it.

"What is it that you want with me?" I ask as it approaches. It smiles again, wickedly, a horrible evil gleaming in the eyes. He says nothing, but makes a gesture with his hand, upon which the man still holding me by my arm seizes me harder, this time with both hands. I flinch again, a bit more than previously. I am frightened now, and it is beginning to become difficult to suppress my terror.

The evil being before me cackled. "Your fear is great, young girl. It delights me to see you so."

"You are wicked," I tell it. It simply laughs more, then touches its hand to my cheek.

"And you are a nuisance. However, it is quite entertaining to watch you cower before me." Its fingers slide up my cheek. I can feel the coldness of its skin. This being is not alive. It is simply the embodiment of evil, imprisoning the life and essence of my brother within itself. I try to move my head away from its exploring fingers, but it follows my motions. The hand continues to touch my skin until the being draws its hand back, then slaps me across the face. I utter a surprised sound as my head is thrown to the side. He laughs again.

"Dear Isis, you will know fear," it says to me. "You will know pain. You will know suffering." It steps back gloatingly, taking a seat on the other side of the room from myself and the strange, silent man. I watch it curiously, wondering what it is it is planning to do, until I feel the strange man turn my body around so that I am facing him instead. He presses himself against me, forcing my back to the wall.

"What is the meaning of this?" I demand, my voice shaking with the fear that has wallowed inside of me. I can no longer hide it. He moves his hands along the lengths of my arms, his cool skin chilling my own as he reaches the collar of my cloak. His fingers wrap around the fabric and pull, and I gasp as I am exposed to him. My hands immediately go to my chest, hoping to cover myself, but he jerks my body harshly. My head hits against the wall with a painful thud. I cannot fight against this man as he continues to take my clothes from my body. I struggle, but my efforts are in vain and my pleas to stop go unnoticed. I am powerless to stop him as he presses against me again, my body naked, exposed to this strange man, and the evil embodiment watching from the corner.

It is all too obvious what this creature plans on doing to me. I do not know with whom I am more disgusted: This man before me, or the vile being across the room. How is it that it can watch this? Enjoy this? I look to it and our eyes meet, its gleaming with a firey evil. I cannot look into those eyes for long. I look away, my hair brushing against my bare skin, and I feel the man touching me. I cannot look at him either. I simply look to the wall, the cold metal wall beside me. I refuse to say anything more. Even as the man enters me, filling me with his own genitalia, I make no sound. I know that the evil creature watching wants to hear me moan, to scream. I will not give it that pleasure.

The man moves against me. The movements pain me, physically, emotionally, mentally. I close my eyes, face away from the monster and man before me. They will not hear a sound from me. I will remain silent.

Silence. It is all that the two leave behind them. I sit on the floor, holding myself, doing my best to comfort myself. I have never in my life been so degraded. I cannot think of anything as I sit, leaning against that cold metal wall. Nothing can take the pain away. It is only myself and the shadows and the silence. My life, so silent and cold. Dark and foreboding, always lingering. Shadows and silence.

Silence.
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet.
And the wind begins to moan.