Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yume Oboro ❯ Chapter 11
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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: 1.8K | Visits: 159 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 159 | Status: Completed
Chapter Eleven
"I love you, Malik. I really do."
Hands, warm and large and touching him, all over and over his body.
"You're so beautiful. I can't get enough of you."
Whispers of love, whispers from a demon, a wolf in sheep's clothing, haunting him and killing him softly with their lies.
"God, I love you. I want you here with me forever."
A kiss to his eye, the one that had been ripped from him.
"I'm keeping you with me. You can't get away, and I won't let you get away."
Truth, probably the only thing truthful he'd been told since he'd come into his hell. It was the only thing left he could believe and...Mariku had been right. There was no escape. He was only fooling himself, thinking that there was hope in this world, that things worked out for the best in the end.
I'm so stupid, a fool, thinking the way I did. It was immature and selfish. And it had to come to this, it had to come to Mariku shooting me down on a cold and wet dirt road in the middle of the night for me to finally see how ignorant I was. I cried hard, the bullet hurt, my whole body hurt, and I couldn't tell where it hit, only that it brought me down, that tiny little thing was able to make me drop to my hands and knees in agony. I slumped over, blacking out instantly, and knew I was dead then. Another shot echoed after, and I was gone.
So...this was death? It wasn't what I thought it'd be. I pictured death being more...something. This was nothing. Only blackness and I stood up in the dark, looking down at myself, not surprised when I couldn't see my body.
I had known from the beginning that it would eventually lead up to this, that Mariku would kill me some kind of way, and he'd finally done it. I was dead now, and it didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. Even being alone here in the dark, it was so much better than being held prisoner in a bedroom with a person who raped you every chance they got. I shivered at the thoughts, feeling uncomfortable and gulping down the urge to gag when the memories resurfaced full throttle.
And then the peace hit. Maybe this was death, just peace, peace of mind, peace of everything, and just being alright with the world. I sucked in air, feeling like I hadn't been able to breathe in a long time, and exhaled, smiling as I did so.
Freedom. This was freedom. It tasted so much better than I had imagined. I hoped this meant that my punishment was over, that I was finally redeemed for all I had done. It was like I had been tied up for a long time, restricted, and now the chains were finally gone and I could live again.
No more bars, no more chains, no more prisons, just...freedom. I cried at it, was so thankful for it, apologizing over and over to my sister again that I couldn't see her again, that she had to be on the phone with me only moments before Mariku killed me, but at least I got to talk to her one last time, hear her beautiful and angelic voice once again.
I sat in the darkness, leaning to lie on my back, and sucked in some more of that sweet air. How wonderful this was. If this was death, then it was okay. It was peace. Dark and empty, but peace.
I closed my eyes, growing tired, yawned a little, and curled onto my side, feeling oddly comfortable in the emptiness. I wanted sleep, and my mind dulled a little, about to drift off.
And then there were hands on me. Horrible, horrible warm, large, and familiar hands. Mariku's laughter was in my ear as I sat up, only to be restricted by what felt like rope, my arms bound hopelessly to my sides. I jumped, trying to get up and run away, but stronger and more powerful arms wrapped themselves around my waist and held me back down.
No...no, no, no, no...this was hell, this wasn't death, I was still in hell. God, please, please save me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!
"Malik."
No, no, no, nononono, his voice was there, clear as day, and I knew then. I wasn't really dead. I was still in hell, Mariku still had me right where he wanted me, and I screamed and yelled when his lips were on my face, touching, touching, kissing, defiling again and again.
"STOP IT, STOP IT!" I was screaming so loud, I made my own ears ring. "MARIKU, PLEASE JUST STOP IT!" Tears rained down, and I fell into his body, still bound by rope, his arms still wrapped around my waist, and I cried into his front, sobbing, not holding back anything, letting all the negative emotions and pent-up feelings out. "Please." My voice was softer now, a little hoarse from screaming, and I was so sorry. Please, God, please, anyone, just save me. I'm so tired of this. I just want away. I want to get away from it so bad. "Please, Mariku, just let me go."
"I love you."
I cried. Why? Why was this my fate? I had done something stupid and paid the price for it, but was it so bad that I had to spend the rest of my life paying for it? Was it that bad? I'm sorry, please, I'll do anything else, just let me go, please, please, PLEASE!
"Malik?"
His hand removed itself from my waist to reach up and pull some loose hair behind my ear.
"Malik?"
It was strange... His voice seemed to be getting higher pitched, but the fingers were still there, petting my head, playing with the hair, pulling it out of my face.
"Malik...? Are you okay?"
I was sobbing again, not caring about the hot and thick tears that pooled down my face. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
"Please...Please wake up, Malik. I love you."
A familiar voice. ...Isis? I was so confused, but then there was light, and I opened my eye, the good one, not to the darkness, but to an entire room full of light. There was a beeping next to me. An EKG? That's what it sounded like. Why would...
Isis was here. How in the world...? What in the world...? I was dead...right?
Her face lit up, as if possessed by the sun, and she leaned forward off of a chair, knocking it over and wrapping her arms around me and sobbing into my neck. "God, Malik. I was so worried about you. Thank God, oh thank GOD, you're okay!" Still sobbing, her words rung together and it became difficult to understand her, but I reached up to pet the back of her hair, taking in her familiar scent, of that perfume she always wore. These were foreign things and yet, nostalgic, as if I had left them for good and wasn't meant to experience them again.
"...What happened?"
It took awhile for her to regain her composure and she settled back in the chair, still shaking and sniffling a little. "Malik, you...it's a miracle."
I was so tired, my body, I mean, it was exhausted, it didn't want to move, but I willed myself to sit up a little in bed and listen to her. There...there was no more pain. I wasn't hurting, just tired. "What happened?"
"They found you in the road, Malik, next to those people. They said both of them had been shot in the head and were already dead, but...you were still alive. Oh, Malik, you're so lucky to be alive right now!" Tears were falling again and Isis had to cover her eyes and wipe them away. Her lip quivered, but she kept talking. "You had been shot, but the bullet didn't hit any arteries or anything. The doctors said it hit through just the right spot where you could recover without losing anything." She fell into me again and wrapped her arms around me. "Just a scar, Malik, that's all you'll have. It didn't hit anything important. You're going to be okay."
I patted her back a little, so glad she was here right now. God, she was all I had left. This was all so...overwhelming. I shouldn't be alive, but I was. I should have died, but I didn't.
I...I survived it. I lost an eye, it was still bandaged and nothing would bring it back, but...I was okay. Scarred, heavily scarred, mentally, physically. But alive.
The dream I had before haunted me and scared me so much. I didn't want to have to live through Mariku's touches every time I closed my eyes. Did he do it on purpose? Did he shoot me in such a way that I wouldn't die to purposely make me live through the whole thing? I was scared again. I didn't...I just...I don't know. I wanted to live, I had begged and pleaded to get back to Isis, and now I was here again, but...
But...
I cried a little, the nightmare from before making me shiver. It was still scary. I seriously thought I was dead, and to find out that it was only a dream, it made me feel a little better, but still terrified that Mariku would always be there to haunt my dreams.
He'd killed himself, and Kisara, and made me live, but a nauseating feeling in my gut told me he'd be there to haunt me, invade my sleep, touch me when I was most vulnerable, kiss me when I was down, rape me again and again and again when I couldn't fight back.
I squeezed Isis tighter, crying into her hair, as she cried into mine. I would just have to deal with it, then, just like I had to deal with it before.
I would just have to survive it again.
End
"I love you, Malik. I really do."
Hands, warm and large and touching him, all over and over his body.
"You're so beautiful. I can't get enough of you."
Whispers of love, whispers from a demon, a wolf in sheep's clothing, haunting him and killing him softly with their lies.
"God, I love you. I want you here with me forever."
A kiss to his eye, the one that had been ripped from him.
"I'm keeping you with me. You can't get away, and I won't let you get away."
Truth, probably the only thing truthful he'd been told since he'd come into his hell. It was the only thing left he could believe and...Mariku had been right. There was no escape. He was only fooling himself, thinking that there was hope in this world, that things worked out for the best in the end.
I'm so stupid, a fool, thinking the way I did. It was immature and selfish. And it had to come to this, it had to come to Mariku shooting me down on a cold and wet dirt road in the middle of the night for me to finally see how ignorant I was. I cried hard, the bullet hurt, my whole body hurt, and I couldn't tell where it hit, only that it brought me down, that tiny little thing was able to make me drop to my hands and knees in agony. I slumped over, blacking out instantly, and knew I was dead then. Another shot echoed after, and I was gone.
So...this was death? It wasn't what I thought it'd be. I pictured death being more...something. This was nothing. Only blackness and I stood up in the dark, looking down at myself, not surprised when I couldn't see my body.
I had known from the beginning that it would eventually lead up to this, that Mariku would kill me some kind of way, and he'd finally done it. I was dead now, and it didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. Even being alone here in the dark, it was so much better than being held prisoner in a bedroom with a person who raped you every chance they got. I shivered at the thoughts, feeling uncomfortable and gulping down the urge to gag when the memories resurfaced full throttle.
And then the peace hit. Maybe this was death, just peace, peace of mind, peace of everything, and just being alright with the world. I sucked in air, feeling like I hadn't been able to breathe in a long time, and exhaled, smiling as I did so.
Freedom. This was freedom. It tasted so much better than I had imagined. I hoped this meant that my punishment was over, that I was finally redeemed for all I had done. It was like I had been tied up for a long time, restricted, and now the chains were finally gone and I could live again.
No more bars, no more chains, no more prisons, just...freedom. I cried at it, was so thankful for it, apologizing over and over to my sister again that I couldn't see her again, that she had to be on the phone with me only moments before Mariku killed me, but at least I got to talk to her one last time, hear her beautiful and angelic voice once again.
I sat in the darkness, leaning to lie on my back, and sucked in some more of that sweet air. How wonderful this was. If this was death, then it was okay. It was peace. Dark and empty, but peace.
I closed my eyes, growing tired, yawned a little, and curled onto my side, feeling oddly comfortable in the emptiness. I wanted sleep, and my mind dulled a little, about to drift off.
And then there were hands on me. Horrible, horrible warm, large, and familiar hands. Mariku's laughter was in my ear as I sat up, only to be restricted by what felt like rope, my arms bound hopelessly to my sides. I jumped, trying to get up and run away, but stronger and more powerful arms wrapped themselves around my waist and held me back down.
No...no, no, no, no...this was hell, this wasn't death, I was still in hell. God, please, please save me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!
"Malik."
No, no, no, nononono, his voice was there, clear as day, and I knew then. I wasn't really dead. I was still in hell, Mariku still had me right where he wanted me, and I screamed and yelled when his lips were on my face, touching, touching, kissing, defiling again and again.
"STOP IT, STOP IT!" I was screaming so loud, I made my own ears ring. "MARIKU, PLEASE JUST STOP IT!" Tears rained down, and I fell into his body, still bound by rope, his arms still wrapped around my waist, and I cried into his front, sobbing, not holding back anything, letting all the negative emotions and pent-up feelings out. "Please." My voice was softer now, a little hoarse from screaming, and I was so sorry. Please, God, please, anyone, just save me. I'm so tired of this. I just want away. I want to get away from it so bad. "Please, Mariku, just let me go."
"I love you."
I cried. Why? Why was this my fate? I had done something stupid and paid the price for it, but was it so bad that I had to spend the rest of my life paying for it? Was it that bad? I'm sorry, please, I'll do anything else, just let me go, please, please, PLEASE!
"Malik?"
His hand removed itself from my waist to reach up and pull some loose hair behind my ear.
"Malik?"
It was strange... His voice seemed to be getting higher pitched, but the fingers were still there, petting my head, playing with the hair, pulling it out of my face.
"Malik...? Are you okay?"
I was sobbing again, not caring about the hot and thick tears that pooled down my face. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
"Please...Please wake up, Malik. I love you."
A familiar voice. ...Isis? I was so confused, but then there was light, and I opened my eye, the good one, not to the darkness, but to an entire room full of light. There was a beeping next to me. An EKG? That's what it sounded like. Why would...
Isis was here. How in the world...? What in the world...? I was dead...right?
Her face lit up, as if possessed by the sun, and she leaned forward off of a chair, knocking it over and wrapping her arms around me and sobbing into my neck. "God, Malik. I was so worried about you. Thank God, oh thank GOD, you're okay!" Still sobbing, her words rung together and it became difficult to understand her, but I reached up to pet the back of her hair, taking in her familiar scent, of that perfume she always wore. These were foreign things and yet, nostalgic, as if I had left them for good and wasn't meant to experience them again.
"...What happened?"
It took awhile for her to regain her composure and she settled back in the chair, still shaking and sniffling a little. "Malik, you...it's a miracle."
I was so tired, my body, I mean, it was exhausted, it didn't want to move, but I willed myself to sit up a little in bed and listen to her. There...there was no more pain. I wasn't hurting, just tired. "What happened?"
"They found you in the road, Malik, next to those people. They said both of them had been shot in the head and were already dead, but...you were still alive. Oh, Malik, you're so lucky to be alive right now!" Tears were falling again and Isis had to cover her eyes and wipe them away. Her lip quivered, but she kept talking. "You had been shot, but the bullet didn't hit any arteries or anything. The doctors said it hit through just the right spot where you could recover without losing anything." She fell into me again and wrapped her arms around me. "Just a scar, Malik, that's all you'll have. It didn't hit anything important. You're going to be okay."
I patted her back a little, so glad she was here right now. God, she was all I had left. This was all so...overwhelming. I shouldn't be alive, but I was. I should have died, but I didn't.
I...I survived it. I lost an eye, it was still bandaged and nothing would bring it back, but...I was okay. Scarred, heavily scarred, mentally, physically. But alive.
The dream I had before haunted me and scared me so much. I didn't want to have to live through Mariku's touches every time I closed my eyes. Did he do it on purpose? Did he shoot me in such a way that I wouldn't die to purposely make me live through the whole thing? I was scared again. I didn't...I just...I don't know. I wanted to live, I had begged and pleaded to get back to Isis, and now I was here again, but...
But...
I cried a little, the nightmare from before making me shiver. It was still scary. I seriously thought I was dead, and to find out that it was only a dream, it made me feel a little better, but still terrified that Mariku would always be there to haunt my dreams.
He'd killed himself, and Kisara, and made me live, but a nauseating feeling in my gut told me he'd be there to haunt me, invade my sleep, touch me when I was most vulnerable, kiss me when I was down, rape me again and again and again when I couldn't fight back.
I squeezed Isis tighter, crying into her hair, as she cried into mine. I would just have to deal with it, then, just like I had to deal with it before.
I would just have to survive it again.
End