Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Well...Damn ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Live for today.

He's always thought that was pretty sound advice. After all, you rarely, if ever, get a second chance at anything truly important.

That's why he breaks the rules.
That's why he takes stupid chances.
That's why he can go home every night.

But tonight...he really should have gone to someone else's.

Tonight...he died.

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Well...Damn
Prologue

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He's rarely seen his father like this. Drunk or otherwise.
That's a good thing, by the way.

Usually his old man would yell, scream, curse, hit him a few times then pass out.
Not too bad. He's been in more violent situations.

Gang fights.
Rabid dogs.
Being strung up in an abandoned garage and jabbed with cattle prods.

But this...this takes the cake.
The plate too.

Ever take the time to watch a storm? To see how it churns and rages to the point that you think the world is going to end?
Right now, his father is like that.

And the damn door is blocked off.

"Just calm down. I'll get you another beer." He can't even understand the man's response, not that he needs words to understand that he's seriously piss and it's going to be a very painful experience.

Funny.

He thought getting beat with a table would hurt more. Or maybe he's just too numb to feel it properly.
That's a decent enough blessing for such a shitty night.

Things are getting fuzzy...cold...

Really cold.

Should he be this cold?

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His head hurts.

That's the first thing he notices.
Then he notices he's currently freezing his ass off.

What the hell?

With pure will, he pries open coffee-colored eyes only to be met with nothing.
Well, not precisely nothing. But rather a whole bunch of dark.
Darkness trapped in metal.
A metal case shaped like a coffin.

Oh shit.

So he does the most logical thing.
He screams.