Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Eleventh Comandment ❯ The Eleventh Comandment ( One-Shot )

She hears his heavy breathing in the dark

His footsteps commin' closer down the hall

She's so ashamed she's daddy's secret love

She wants to die, she wants to cry

But he can't get enough
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Isis lay in her bed curled up in a ball at the corner the farthest away from the door, she was trying to hide from her father. She hoped that the shadows would hide her from his prying eyes. Ever since her mother had died giving birth to her younger brother he had taken an interest in her. Isis could hear her father's breathing on the other side of the curtain that separated her room from the rest of the house. She tried to make herself even smaller when she saw her father's outline provided by the torches against the material.

"Isis," came his flat voice.

Isis flinched and whimpered pushing silently against the rough mattress pushing herself back until the rough stone cut into her back, she remained silent saying nothing.

"Isis," repeated her father. "Isis are you decent?"

Isis still didn't say anything she only whimpered softly against her arms trying not to cry. Isis winched she saw her father move the cloth aside and entered the room letting it sway shut behind him. He looked around the room before his eyes settled on the bed.

"Isis," he said shaking his head. "You should know better then to try to hide from me."

Isis whimpered when she saw him reach for her body; she started crying when he grabbed a hold of her ankle and yanked.

"No," shrieked Isis kicking slightly when he grabbed her other ankle and started to pull her down the bed toward him.

The male Ishtar growled and slapped her clear across the face snarling, "shut up Isis."

His hands reached up to the straps of her tunic ripping it slightly. Isis was screaming in panic now and struggling even harder.

"No, no, let me go daddy!" she screamed.

By now her father had pulled her tunic completely off and his hands were running over her small body. His hands moved to in between her legs groping her there Isis tried to think about something else but nothing would come she was too ashamed and too mortified by what her father was doing. Finally her father's hands left her and she sighed in relief, glad it wasn't over until she heard the rustling and clothing and felt her father's naked body on top of hers.

Isis screamed when her father penetrated her body taking, she continued to scream has he moved in and out of her. He left her room later taking with him her virginity and her dignity. Isis curled up into her small body into a tight ball on the sheets splotched with blood and cried against her legs.
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The bruises on his face will go away

Mom keeps him home from school 'til they fade

She's sorry he was born, and tells him so

He takes it in, he hangs his chin

He ducks another blow
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Malik stayed in his room clinging to Rashid.

"What is going on Niisan?" asked Malik.

"Nothing for you to worry about," said Rashid.

"What is father doing to neesan?" he asked staring at the older male. "Why is he making her scream?"

"Your father is angry tonight," said Rashid. "And he is taking out his anger on Isis-chan."

"Why?" asked Malik.

"Because that is the way your father is," said Rashid. "Now go to sleep and try not to think about your sister's screams.

Malik climbed back into bed and Rashid tucked him in, he watched the smaller boy close his eyes in an attempt to sleep. He stayed with him until the boy's breathing became slow and even, he knew that even in sleep he would still hear his sister's screams.

Rashid sat down near the entrance to the younger Ishtar's room and closed his eyes sighing; tears slide down his face as he listened to the girl's screams and her father's moans. He knew what the older male was doing to the girl and it sickened him to no end, he tried to save the girl at one time and had gotten beaten for it.

He had a scar on his chest from that night, that cold night when he had tried to save her from her wrath's distasteful interest in her it had happened one week ago.
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Did God overlook it

What ought have been written

The Eleventh Commandment

Honor thy children
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FLASHBACK

Isis was playing a game of knuckles bones, a game where you toss the bones of calf up the level of your eyes and catch them on the back of your hand; with Rashid one night when her father walked in he glared at the two young adults. They jumped up and looking like they had just committed a terrible sin, Rashid thought he saw something dark in the older man's eyes and instinctively stood in front of the female.

"Boy," snarled Ishtar. "Get out of my daughter's room, you know you are not allowed to be in here in the morning, much less at night."

"We were only playing a game daddy," said Isis from behind Rashid.

"Shut up I didn't tell you, you could talk!" snapped Ishtar. "I told you to leave slave!"

Ishtar's hand shot out knocking against Rashid's face, the younger male was knocked off of his feet.

"Rashid!" screamed Isis crouching by his side.

Ishtar snarled and grabbed his daughter's hair pulling her to her feet before him.

"You will not show your concern to a slave!" he shouted throwing her on the bed.

Rashid hurried to his feet and rushed over to Isis only to feel the sting of a whip on his back. He collapsed and fell forward, Ishtar kicked him onto his back and slammed the whip down on his chest tearing at the skin. Rashid cried out in pain when the whip came away.

"Rashid," screamed Isis trying to get up from her bed only to have her father shove her back down.

"You will not move from that spot," snarled Ishtar crouching down by Rashid and dragging him out of the room by his hair.

Rashid had been tied up in the hall outside the room, and was blindfolded he had been forced to listen to her screams. When the screams finally stopped he heard Ishtar leaving the room and waited till he could no longer hear his footsteps, before untying his hands and feet and removing the cloth from his eyes. He walked into Isis' room and saw her curled up slightly on her bed.

"Isis?" he whispered softly so he didn't scare her. "Are you alright?"

Isis sniffled and nodded slightly.

Rashid walked over to her slowly, hesitantly drawing her up into his arms. She stiffened for a minute before relaxing into his arms. Rashid pulled the sheet around her small naked body rubbing his shoulders.

"Did he rape you?" he asked.

"No," whispered Isis.

"Good, good."
End Flashback
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He cries for hours, cries and never stops

He shakes so hard his little cradle rocks

He'll never have the chance to be brand new

He'll never walk, he'll never talk

He's addicted, to
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Malik was in his room studying the morning after he had heard his sister screaming in pain and fear. She hadn't come out of her room since that night and it was already working on midday normally she would be at his door with his breakfast or to wish him good morning. Footsteps came into his room and he turned around hoping to see his sister but saw his father.

"Why hasn't Isis come to see me father?" he asked.

"Your sister is feeling ill boy," snarled his father.

"Does it have something to do with last night?"

"You will not speak of that again!" shouted Ishtar slapping the boy across the face. "You will concentrate on your studies and nothing else, not your sister nor will you concentrate on that slave."

Ishtar stormed out of the room; not noticing the glare his son was giving his back. Malik silently followed his father into the hall and watched him enter his private study; the boy counted to five before turning in the direction of his sister's bedroom. He peeked in and saw his sister curled up into a small ball and covered by a blood splotched sheet.

"Neesan," he whispered entering the room.

Isis slowly raised her head; she slowly sat up in bed wrapping the sheet around her shoulders.

"What are you doing in here little brother?" asked Isis whipping at her forehead.

"Why are you still in bed?"

"I am sick," said Isis.

"Do you need me to get you anything?"

"No, I am fine."

"I am worried about you neesan," said Malik.

"Don't be," said Isis. "I am fine.

"What happened?"

"Boy!" shouted Ishtar storming into the room. "I thought I told you to stick to your studies and not to pay attention to your sister."

Malik tensed and moved away from his father to the other side of the room. Ishtar moved toward his son raising a whip in the air to bring it down on him.

"No don't," said Isis running over to cover Malik's body with her own.

The whip slammed against Isis' back and she screamed in pain. Malik curled in a ball under Isis' body, the whip landed on Isis' back again and again. Ten minutes later his anger spent the older Ishtar stormed out of the room shoving Rashid into the room demanding he take care of Isis.
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Did God overlook it

What ought have been written

The Eleventh Commandment

Honor thy children
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A year later Rashid had to stand by while Malik was taken to suffer the initiation of the Pharaoh's Memories. Isis stayed in her room and prayed while her brother's screams echoed down the hall like hers had down a year ago and still did to this very day every night like clockwork.

Malik was forced onto his knees and had his hands tied together, then his father shoved him onto his stomach stretching his arms before him and securing them to the ground. His tunic was ripped open at his back and a piece of stick was shoved into his mouth. His father began to carve the memories into his back with a burning poker; Malik's back would arch every time he was touched. His screams were muffled by the stick, though Isis and Rashid could still hear them faintly.

Isis began to sob against her bed, her shoulders shaking with the agony of knowing what her brother was being forced to endure. He would no longer be allowed to leave the tomb and to see the outside world and that was the one thing he wanted more then anything.

She sat up and wiped her eyes of the tears hurrying toward her desk to start on a plan that would allow for her and her brother to leave the tomb when he was better.

She folded the paper into a small square and opened her drawer placing it in the back so her father wouldn't find it. She closed the door and went to find Rashid in his room.

Rashid knelt by his bed a mirror placed on it so it showed his face; he held a dagger before his face and began to carve hieroglyphics into his skin. Even if he could not join the clan by the Tomb keepers' Initiation he would remain loyal by these markings. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Isis in the far corner of the mirror; he ignored her and went back to what he was doing. When he was finally finished he placed the dagger on the bed and stared into the mirror transfixed by what he saw; his blood was pouring from the wounds and he made no move to stop it.

"Rashid," whispered Isis coming forward to examine his face. "What have you done to yourself?"

"Even if I could not be a part of your family; I want to prove my loyalty to you and your brother."

"Oh Rashid," said Isis ripping off a piece of her tunic and whipping at his face. "You have always been a part of the family to me and to Malik." Isis stood up and took him with her. "Come on we have to get you cleaned up before father finds out about what you have done."

Isis lead Rashid into her room and began to clean his wounds and wrap his face in bandages. When she was finished he went to check on Malik who was in his room his own back wrapped tightly. He stayed by his side the rest of the day and on into night keeping him from moving so he didn't reopen his wounds.

When Malik awoken he looked around and winced slightly.

"Don't move," said Rashid gently holding him down. "You will reopen your wounds."

"Where is Isis big brother?" asked Malik darkly.

"I am here brother," said Isis coming into the room with a tray that had bandages on it and a bowl of warm water.

Rashid noticed that she was holding a piece of paper in her hands.

"What do you have Isis?" he asked.

Isis set the trey down on a table before seating down next to Malik to undress his wounds and clean them again, before redressing them.

"Malik do you want to see the outside?" she asked softly keeping an eye on the door for her father.

"Yes!" shouted Malik jerking up.

"Stay down," scowled Isis pushing him gently back down on the bed. "If father hears this will be over before it even started. Now listen here is what we will do."
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Thou shall not kill

Thou shall not steal

Thou shall not take the Lords name in vain

Thou shall not cause thy children pain
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Isis and Malik were coming down the stairs back to their underground home when Isis noticed something broken near the entrance. She looked at it for several minutes trying to figure out what it meant when she finally realized what it meant she began to panic.

"Rashid!" she shouted running down the hall Malik not far behind.

The two children raced to Malik's room to find it destroyed, they looked at each other trying to figure out where else they could be.

"Split up," said Isis. "Search the house we will meet back in the hall."

"Hai," said Malik nodding.

The two of them ran through the rooms in search of their friend and their father whom they knew was with him, and Rashid was in trouble. They raced into the hall and looked at each other for several seconds.

"Did you find them?" asked Isis.

"No," said Malik shaking his head. "I didn't."

"That only leaves one room," said Isis slowly looking to the room where Malik had had his initiation.

The two of them raced into the room and came to a stop seeing their friend bond to the floor; his back was bleeding from their father whip across his back. It was then that their father noticed them in the room.

"This is what happens to those that are disobedient to me," snarled their father whipping Rashid again until the male was unconscious.

Malik grabbed his head when he felt a throbbing headache pulsing through his head.

"Brother," said Isis. "What is wrong?"

Ishtar whirled around preparing to whip Malik when Marik appeared grabbing the whip before it could even touch him.

"I should thank you old man," he smirked. "For knocking out the fool."

He releases the whip and walked toward the Rod.

"That is not for you boy," snarled Ishtar.

Marik just laughed and unsheathed it showing the blade he walked over to Ishtar and laughing insanely began to stab the older man while Isis looked on in horror. It was at this time that Rashid came back to consciousness, Marik stepped over to him the blade raised when he saw the scars on his face. He grabbed his head and Marik was sealed back into his mind.

"Rashid!" shouted Malik running to his friend. "What happened Rashid?"

"Don't look Master Malik," said Rashid trying not to get Malik to see what he had done to his father, however Malik saw it and became hysterical.

The boy clung to Rashid, crying when another being entered the room.

"Who are you?" asked Isis.

"It was the will of the Pharaoh," said Shadi.

"I will have my revenge," said Malik slowly as Shadi disappeared.

Rashid turned his attention to Isis, "what will we do now?"

Isis shook her head, "I have no idea."
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