Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yume Oboro ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Celestial Reign 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 193 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 193 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Three
Why was...why was the world the way it was? Why were people the way they were? I hated it, I hated everything about this world, the people, everything about it. I could daydream all day long and say that there were good people on this earth, that people had your back, loved you for who you were, and stayed by your side. The horrible truth was that everything was tainted red and black. People killed, they lied, they cheated, they stole, they lusted, it was what made the world the horrible pit of hell it was. People didn't care about you, hell, they could care less if you fell off a cliff and died. They were only in this world for themselves, for what they cared about, which was them and only them.
If only I had figured this out before I met Alice, none of this would be happening. If only I wasn't so...so pathetic. I wish I could've wised up to this a long time ago, realized just how evil the world was, what it really was behind those fake smiles and batted eyelashes. If only I had listened to Isis, oh God, I'm sorry Isis, I'm so sorry. I just...I just don't know anymore. I'm so stupid, so stupid. If only I were smart like you, I would've never gone online in search of 'friends', I would've never met Alice, this...this would've never happened.
But it was. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it.
I was groggy upon awakening, blinking sleep out of my eyes and lolling my head in all directions, trying to make sense of things. When had I fallen asleep? I remember babysitting that little brat, her mom giving me some money, and then...wasn't I going to go out and get something to eat? Yeah, I think I was. That's right, I remember going down the sidewalk, minding my own business, and then I turned around for some reason, and that's when...that's when...I fell asleep. Crap, did I pass out in the middle of the street?
It was dark. Why was it so dark? I opened my eyes, but there was only darkness. What the he-- And then I felt it, the thick piece of cloth tied around my eyes. What the...oh my God...what the--?! I tried sitting up, only to have my muscles not respond to me. Oh my God, oh my God, I couldn't move, I couldn't...I couldn't feel my body. I tried moving my arm, no, it wouldn't move. Wh-what the h-hell was going on?! Why couldn't I move?! I began to get frantic, trying to will my body out of paralysis, but it just wasn't listening. I couldn't feel anything, oh God, why couldn't I feel anything? It's like my head had been separated from my body and all I could feel was the cloth around my eyes. I sucked in air, hyperventilating. I didn't understand any of this...what...what had happened? I just...oh God, I was tearing up from terror, and about to puke. I just didn't know what was going on, dammit, why couldn't I remember anything?!
"Why so scared, Malik?"
The deep voice cut through like a knife and I almost screamed, but managed to bite it down. I clamped my mouth shut, trying to hold in the vomit, but all I could concentrate on was how scared I was. I just...God, I wanted to cry. I just didn't understand.
And then another voice spoke, one I recognized. "You were right, Mariku." A chilling laugh, a horrible, high-pitched woman's voice, so cruel-sounding, but...this couldn't be the same person, this... "He was so easy to get, too. It was hardly any fun. It would've been more interesting had he fought or something, but I guess his cute face makes up for it."
And then everything came crashing down upon me and it was a miracle I didn't burst into tears and hysteric sobs. A-Alice...I could hear her voice, plain as day, right next to me, she was right next to me, touching me, brushing her hand against me, I could feel it and I couldn't move and oh God, I just didn't understand any of this. Alice...what were you talking about? You were with me when...when that thing was pressed against my mouth, when I breathed in that sickly sweet odor. And who the hell was Mariku? God, why couldn't I make sense of this?! I gulped a little, wetting my throat, and even though I was about to pee myself from being so scared, I spoke out. "Wh-wh-what's going o-on?"
Laughter, condescending, mocking, cruelest thing I'd ever heard, and the man spoke. "We've given you what you wanted, Malik. You were always whining about wanting some friends and someone to talk to, well, now you've got it." A chuckle, one that sent a shiver down my spine, and then I could feel another hand, his hand, running down my opposite side. God, God, why couldn't I move?!
It finally clicked. The pieces finally fell into place, as if the man's touch had finally made all the memories and reality swarm to me like a mob of insects, and I choked on a sob.
Of all the stupid, foolish, idiotic things I had ever done, this was probably the worst. I had talked to a total stranger online, met up with that stranger, and now...I was...I was...that person had kidnapped me. God, I could just shoot myself for my idiocy. Why in the world...what in the world possessed me to do the things I did? I was so lonely back then, I just wanted to talk to someone, just talk, and now it had led up to this. I guess I only deserved this for being stupid.
And now I was going to die. This person, these people, would surely kill me. Oh God, I was going to die! I WAS GOING TO DIE! I sobbed, crying and crying, feeling the tears leak out of the blindfold, and the woman next to me scoffed.
"Ugh, shut the hell up. I didn't go through all of this just to hear some stupid kid whine and moan."
I couldn't help it, even though I was scared to death, shaking, still not being able to move and terrified of her words, I couldn't stop the tears, but then the man spoke, stroking the sides of my arm again. "I don't know, I think he's even more beautiful when he's crying."
The woman sighed, and I felt her weight shift away from me. Was I lying on a bed? The thought only made me cry harder and choke, trying to breathe right. No, no, no, no, this was all a horrible nightmare! I was--I had passed out on the street, yeah, that's right! I-I would wake up with a horrible headache and forget this dream ever happened and I w-would get to see Isis tonight when she came home from work! Isis, please, please forgive my stupidity. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I love you, Isis.
"P-please..." I was surprised at myself for talking, having to choke up the words, but still getting them out. "I...please, take this off of me, and tell me what's going on. God, I don't understand any of this."
A string of silence followed after my sentence, and even my sniffles had quieted. I was afraid they had left...wherever we were, but the man's touches on my arm told me no, they were very near. He didn't answer me, but I felt his hand trail up my arm, touch my face, and I let forth another outburst of choked sobs, but his hand cupped my cheek in a way that could be called 'tender', as if telling me things would be alright, I didn't have to worry, but this was real life and in real life, there are no happy endings. I would die, I knew from the moment I realized what had happened, I was going to die, by these people's hands. His long fingers fiddled with the knot of the blindfold and it slid off, falling beside my head.
What I saw, I definitely didn't expect. I was...I was in what appeared to be a bedroom. There was a window to my right, no light streaming through, telling me it was nighttime, a lamp rested in the corner, casting a dim glow around the room, but what stood out the most about the room was that in almost every corner, every nook and cranny, there was something....Egyptian-looking about it. Golden trinkets, eye of Horus's, little pyramids, every little cliché thing you could think about Egypt, it was in this room.
And standing in the middle of it, was Alice, or...a lady who looked strangely a lot like Alice. The look on her face definitely wasn't from the Alice I knew...or thought I knew. She was standing with her arms folded over each other, glaring at me with dulled blue eyes, her long white hair falling all in front of her face, but...despite the hair and eyes, that face...it was Alice, but...why--?
"You're pretty stupid, kid. You mean you didn't realize I was wearing a wig and contacts? God, how dumb are you?" Almost as if she could read my mind, her thin lips slid into a smirk and she closed her eyes, as if holding back the urge to burst into a fit of laughter. "I can't believe how easy this was. Jesus, kids these days will believe anything you tell them."
I started shaking, wanting to look away from her, but I couldn't seem to. I wanted to cry, I wanted to break down and cry at this woman for deceiving me, making me think she was some sort of angel sent from heaven, but I was mostly angry at myself, for being so stupid, for talking to a complete stranger and trusting them.
"Aww, Kisara, you aren't being very fair to him." An arm looped around my waist and I almost vomited. I had forgotten all about the man on my other side. My face was still glued to the fake Alice, Kisara, and I couldn't tear my eyes off of her. God, I was so scared, I was so scared, and I couldn't move. I was numb. His fingers found my chin and he moved my head for me, forcing me away from Kisara, forcing me to look at him.
He was Egyptian, or appeared to be by his bronzed skin. His hair was almost the same shade of blonde mine was, but it was wilder and a little more unkempt than my own, but what filled me with fear the most were his eyes, his narrow, sharp, lavender eyes that stared at me like I was a piece of food he was waiting to devour. His slit for a mouth slid into a wide smile, and those eyes never blinked. "Hello, Malik. I'm 'Alice'. Nice to finally meet you in person." He shifted a little, causing me to let out a pathetic whimper when his hand started grazing the sides of my face again. "Though, I suppose I should use my real name now, shouldn't I?" He opened his mouth to talk, but Kisara cut him off.
"Mariku, you'd better pay me back for that horrid wig and those contacts. They weren't cheap, you know." Her arms were still crossed and she was still glaring at me, her eyes reduced to narrow slits, but she was smiling at Mariku, like old friends did, in an almost joking way. "Or you could take me out to dinner. I'll take either one, but if you do, we're going to where I want, you got it?"
Mariku sighed and nodded, reaching into the pocket of his tanned pants to pull forth a wad of bills. "Yeah, yeah, you know I'm not going to leave him here by himself." She leaned over me and greedily took the pile of bills, but frowned, like she really didn't want to take them.
"You can give him more of that stuff. He can't go anywhere and I've taken his phone. Little dick had it right in his pocket." She began counting the money in her hand, finally taking those cold, cold eyes off of me.
He rolled his eyes at her, as if annoyed with her, but nodded and leaned off the bed, leaving me in the middle. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I haven't taken you out in awhile." Kisara didn't answer, and he continued across the room, moving to a dresser where he rummaged around before producing some sort of syringe that sloshed with liquid. He turned and moved toward me with it.
Throw up, throw up, I was going to throw up. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, God, I was just dreaming! I had to be! I tried moving, couldn't move, could only sit there, wide-eyed and horrified as he moved down to me and flipped me over like rag doll on the bed, sticking the needle into my lower back. I couldn't feel it, I was too numb, but it was over fast, and he tipped me right back where I was before, leaning down and smiling at me, the syringe now empty.
I was crying again, still scared, still terrified. Oh God, when would he kill me? At least tell me that so I knew when I was going to die. "Wh-what..." I swallowed, trying to wet my throat and get what I needed to say out. "What are you going to do to me?" I stared up hard at his expression, that seemed amused by my question, and I almost really did throw up this time when he bent down and pressed his lips onto mine, hard.
I would've trashed, I would've fought, I would've used every ounce of willpower I had to get up and fight this man back, but my body was dead. He'd used some sort of drug to paralyze me, and I could only lay there like a doll while he crushed my lips. "That...will have to wait until we get back. Don't worry, nobody knows you're here. Why don't you sleep or something until we get back?" He smiled, leaning off the bed and moving over to Kisara, moving out of the room with her, their conversation dulling into a buzz the further away they got until all was quiet.
I broke down when I was sure they had left, crying, crying so hard I felt I could cough up a lung through my sobs, and I could only lay there, helpless, completely at my captors' mercy.
There was no hope. I was going to die.
Why was...why was the world the way it was? Why were people the way they were? I hated it, I hated everything about this world, the people, everything about it. I could daydream all day long and say that there were good people on this earth, that people had your back, loved you for who you were, and stayed by your side. The horrible truth was that everything was tainted red and black. People killed, they lied, they cheated, they stole, they lusted, it was what made the world the horrible pit of hell it was. People didn't care about you, hell, they could care less if you fell off a cliff and died. They were only in this world for themselves, for what they cared about, which was them and only them.
If only I had figured this out before I met Alice, none of this would be happening. If only I wasn't so...so pathetic. I wish I could've wised up to this a long time ago, realized just how evil the world was, what it really was behind those fake smiles and batted eyelashes. If only I had listened to Isis, oh God, I'm sorry Isis, I'm so sorry. I just...I just don't know anymore. I'm so stupid, so stupid. If only I were smart like you, I would've never gone online in search of 'friends', I would've never met Alice, this...this would've never happened.
But it was. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it.
I was groggy upon awakening, blinking sleep out of my eyes and lolling my head in all directions, trying to make sense of things. When had I fallen asleep? I remember babysitting that little brat, her mom giving me some money, and then...wasn't I going to go out and get something to eat? Yeah, I think I was. That's right, I remember going down the sidewalk, minding my own business, and then I turned around for some reason, and that's when...that's when...I fell asleep. Crap, did I pass out in the middle of the street?
It was dark. Why was it so dark? I opened my eyes, but there was only darkness. What the he-- And then I felt it, the thick piece of cloth tied around my eyes. What the...oh my God...what the--?! I tried sitting up, only to have my muscles not respond to me. Oh my God, oh my God, I couldn't move, I couldn't...I couldn't feel my body. I tried moving my arm, no, it wouldn't move. Wh-what the h-hell was going on?! Why couldn't I move?! I began to get frantic, trying to will my body out of paralysis, but it just wasn't listening. I couldn't feel anything, oh God, why couldn't I feel anything? It's like my head had been separated from my body and all I could feel was the cloth around my eyes. I sucked in air, hyperventilating. I didn't understand any of this...what...what had happened? I just...oh God, I was tearing up from terror, and about to puke. I just didn't know what was going on, dammit, why couldn't I remember anything?!
"Why so scared, Malik?"
The deep voice cut through like a knife and I almost screamed, but managed to bite it down. I clamped my mouth shut, trying to hold in the vomit, but all I could concentrate on was how scared I was. I just...God, I wanted to cry. I just didn't understand.
And then another voice spoke, one I recognized. "You were right, Mariku." A chilling laugh, a horrible, high-pitched woman's voice, so cruel-sounding, but...this couldn't be the same person, this... "He was so easy to get, too. It was hardly any fun. It would've been more interesting had he fought or something, but I guess his cute face makes up for it."
And then everything came crashing down upon me and it was a miracle I didn't burst into tears and hysteric sobs. A-Alice...I could hear her voice, plain as day, right next to me, she was right next to me, touching me, brushing her hand against me, I could feel it and I couldn't move and oh God, I just didn't understand any of this. Alice...what were you talking about? You were with me when...when that thing was pressed against my mouth, when I breathed in that sickly sweet odor. And who the hell was Mariku? God, why couldn't I make sense of this?! I gulped a little, wetting my throat, and even though I was about to pee myself from being so scared, I spoke out. "Wh-wh-what's going o-on?"
Laughter, condescending, mocking, cruelest thing I'd ever heard, and the man spoke. "We've given you what you wanted, Malik. You were always whining about wanting some friends and someone to talk to, well, now you've got it." A chuckle, one that sent a shiver down my spine, and then I could feel another hand, his hand, running down my opposite side. God, God, why couldn't I move?!
It finally clicked. The pieces finally fell into place, as if the man's touch had finally made all the memories and reality swarm to me like a mob of insects, and I choked on a sob.
Of all the stupid, foolish, idiotic things I had ever done, this was probably the worst. I had talked to a total stranger online, met up with that stranger, and now...I was...I was...that person had kidnapped me. God, I could just shoot myself for my idiocy. Why in the world...what in the world possessed me to do the things I did? I was so lonely back then, I just wanted to talk to someone, just talk, and now it had led up to this. I guess I only deserved this for being stupid.
And now I was going to die. This person, these people, would surely kill me. Oh God, I was going to die! I WAS GOING TO DIE! I sobbed, crying and crying, feeling the tears leak out of the blindfold, and the woman next to me scoffed.
"Ugh, shut the hell up. I didn't go through all of this just to hear some stupid kid whine and moan."
I couldn't help it, even though I was scared to death, shaking, still not being able to move and terrified of her words, I couldn't stop the tears, but then the man spoke, stroking the sides of my arm again. "I don't know, I think he's even more beautiful when he's crying."
The woman sighed, and I felt her weight shift away from me. Was I lying on a bed? The thought only made me cry harder and choke, trying to breathe right. No, no, no, no, this was all a horrible nightmare! I was--I had passed out on the street, yeah, that's right! I-I would wake up with a horrible headache and forget this dream ever happened and I w-would get to see Isis tonight when she came home from work! Isis, please, please forgive my stupidity. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I love you, Isis.
"P-please..." I was surprised at myself for talking, having to choke up the words, but still getting them out. "I...please, take this off of me, and tell me what's going on. God, I don't understand any of this."
A string of silence followed after my sentence, and even my sniffles had quieted. I was afraid they had left...wherever we were, but the man's touches on my arm told me no, they were very near. He didn't answer me, but I felt his hand trail up my arm, touch my face, and I let forth another outburst of choked sobs, but his hand cupped my cheek in a way that could be called 'tender', as if telling me things would be alright, I didn't have to worry, but this was real life and in real life, there are no happy endings. I would die, I knew from the moment I realized what had happened, I was going to die, by these people's hands. His long fingers fiddled with the knot of the blindfold and it slid off, falling beside my head.
What I saw, I definitely didn't expect. I was...I was in what appeared to be a bedroom. There was a window to my right, no light streaming through, telling me it was nighttime, a lamp rested in the corner, casting a dim glow around the room, but what stood out the most about the room was that in almost every corner, every nook and cranny, there was something....Egyptian-looking about it. Golden trinkets, eye of Horus's, little pyramids, every little cliché thing you could think about Egypt, it was in this room.
And standing in the middle of it, was Alice, or...a lady who looked strangely a lot like Alice. The look on her face definitely wasn't from the Alice I knew...or thought I knew. She was standing with her arms folded over each other, glaring at me with dulled blue eyes, her long white hair falling all in front of her face, but...despite the hair and eyes, that face...it was Alice, but...why--?
"You're pretty stupid, kid. You mean you didn't realize I was wearing a wig and contacts? God, how dumb are you?" Almost as if she could read my mind, her thin lips slid into a smirk and she closed her eyes, as if holding back the urge to burst into a fit of laughter. "I can't believe how easy this was. Jesus, kids these days will believe anything you tell them."
I started shaking, wanting to look away from her, but I couldn't seem to. I wanted to cry, I wanted to break down and cry at this woman for deceiving me, making me think she was some sort of angel sent from heaven, but I was mostly angry at myself, for being so stupid, for talking to a complete stranger and trusting them.
"Aww, Kisara, you aren't being very fair to him." An arm looped around my waist and I almost vomited. I had forgotten all about the man on my other side. My face was still glued to the fake Alice, Kisara, and I couldn't tear my eyes off of her. God, I was so scared, I was so scared, and I couldn't move. I was numb. His fingers found my chin and he moved my head for me, forcing me away from Kisara, forcing me to look at him.
He was Egyptian, or appeared to be by his bronzed skin. His hair was almost the same shade of blonde mine was, but it was wilder and a little more unkempt than my own, but what filled me with fear the most were his eyes, his narrow, sharp, lavender eyes that stared at me like I was a piece of food he was waiting to devour. His slit for a mouth slid into a wide smile, and those eyes never blinked. "Hello, Malik. I'm 'Alice'. Nice to finally meet you in person." He shifted a little, causing me to let out a pathetic whimper when his hand started grazing the sides of my face again. "Though, I suppose I should use my real name now, shouldn't I?" He opened his mouth to talk, but Kisara cut him off.
"Mariku, you'd better pay me back for that horrid wig and those contacts. They weren't cheap, you know." Her arms were still crossed and she was still glaring at me, her eyes reduced to narrow slits, but she was smiling at Mariku, like old friends did, in an almost joking way. "Or you could take me out to dinner. I'll take either one, but if you do, we're going to where I want, you got it?"
Mariku sighed and nodded, reaching into the pocket of his tanned pants to pull forth a wad of bills. "Yeah, yeah, you know I'm not going to leave him here by himself." She leaned over me and greedily took the pile of bills, but frowned, like she really didn't want to take them.
"You can give him more of that stuff. He can't go anywhere and I've taken his phone. Little dick had it right in his pocket." She began counting the money in her hand, finally taking those cold, cold eyes off of me.
He rolled his eyes at her, as if annoyed with her, but nodded and leaned off the bed, leaving me in the middle. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I haven't taken you out in awhile." Kisara didn't answer, and he continued across the room, moving to a dresser where he rummaged around before producing some sort of syringe that sloshed with liquid. He turned and moved toward me with it.
Throw up, throw up, I was going to throw up. This wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, God, I was just dreaming! I had to be! I tried moving, couldn't move, could only sit there, wide-eyed and horrified as he moved down to me and flipped me over like rag doll on the bed, sticking the needle into my lower back. I couldn't feel it, I was too numb, but it was over fast, and he tipped me right back where I was before, leaning down and smiling at me, the syringe now empty.
I was crying again, still scared, still terrified. Oh God, when would he kill me? At least tell me that so I knew when I was going to die. "Wh-what..." I swallowed, trying to wet my throat and get what I needed to say out. "What are you going to do to me?" I stared up hard at his expression, that seemed amused by my question, and I almost really did throw up this time when he bent down and pressed his lips onto mine, hard.
I would've trashed, I would've fought, I would've used every ounce of willpower I had to get up and fight this man back, but my body was dead. He'd used some sort of drug to paralyze me, and I could only lay there like a doll while he crushed my lips. "That...will have to wait until we get back. Don't worry, nobody knows you're here. Why don't you sleep or something until we get back?" He smiled, leaning off the bed and moving over to Kisara, moving out of the room with her, their conversation dulling into a buzz the further away they got until all was quiet.
I broke down when I was sure they had left, crying, crying so hard I felt I could cough up a lung through my sobs, and I could only lay there, helpless, completely at my captors' mercy.
There was no hope. I was going to die.