Unbreakable chains and a bloody stone floor...
It's silent. I'm alone.
It is dark, cold, damp and hard here... wherever 'here' is. I immediately think of a dungeon cell. It fits the description. I can't remember much... All I know is that I shouldn't be here. Not in a evil place like this, were even more evil is probably just around the corner...
I try to move. Just my right arm that's all- nothing much. But in this movement I realize to things: 1) My wrists are chained to the wall I lean on, up in the air, on both sides of my head. 2) It's probably not the best idea to move my right arm again. The moment I did, a horrible, sharp pain went through my body like a blade. I felt as if my right arm was about to rip right off, away from my body. I knew this wasn't true of course. My arm was still attached and it wasn't going to fall off by just my twitching, but whatever happened to my arm was not subtle. As the pain through my body fades, returning to it's place of origin, I suddenly find it is not my arm that is wounded, but instead, my shoulder. It aches terribly, and I can feel blood dripping from my shoulder downwards: down my back, my arm and my chest- wherever the red droplets willed themselves to go as they descended.
I know I must open my eyes- not only to prove I have the strength to do so, but to see what damage has been done to my shoulder... Heh, I would have never thought that moving my eyelids could be such a challenge. But it seems to be the most difficult things for me to do right now. I gather all my strength and will my eyes to open- to let me see what has happened!
The moment my eyelids lift, all my memories come surging back to me. I flinch, physically and mentally at the wave of information crashing into me. I remember now... I was at the museum... and the curator turned out to be a changeling. He shot my earrings off and then my shoulder... He kidnapped me! Damnit! How could I let this happen? I panicked... I was so scared. I've lived in Cairo and I've seen with my own eyes what modern weapons are capable of! I've always acted brave about it, saying the gunshots during the night and the bombs and violence didn't scare me. It didn't, but then again, I had never stared down the barrel of a gun before... And when that time finally came that I did... I was terrified.
I glance at my shoulder and go completely pale. My arm is mangled. The changeling pulled me around by it several times- it wasn't being careful at all! Maybe my arm will fall off. There's too much blood... I can't see what's connecting my shoulder to my torso.
It hurts so bad... I'm scared! That's the truth! My arm's near ripped off and I don't know where the fuck I am! Oh Ra... Please... Help... Please... Some one help me! Help me! Help me!!!
Some one please help me!!!
... What? I just heard something. Footsteps? No... It must be an enemy. No god man has ever thought up could answer my prayer this quickly! But, still, I hear footsteps on stone.... Some one's coming for me....
I raise my eyes, which unfortunatly, turns out to be completely useless. It's too dark to see a yard beyond me, let alone any door or entryway on the other side of this 'cell'. I don't care. I just want out! And I can only hope whoever is coming wants to help me do so...
The sound of footsteps vanish suddenly as the unknown figure stops infront of me. I can feel its presence... it's familiar, but at the same time... warped. I smell the scent something sweet as it carries through the air. It smells like flowers... In my mind, I can see the image of a large garden on a summer day, in front of a large castle. Hundreds of species of bright colored flowers grow in rows, the most of them being... roses.
"Malik?"
My eyes widen as the stranger speaks for the first time. That voice...
"Zigfried?! Is that you?!", I scream. No way- it couldn't be! Maybe- maybe I'm dreaming... But no. There's only one person with a voice like that; eloquent, and calming with a German accent... I look towards were his voice had come from, and for some reason it's lighter in here than before- maybe because I am in the presance of my best friend; my brother?- and I can see his sillouete again the light. Yes, it is definatly him...
I see Zigfried lift his head to look at me. "Yes, Malik... I have come for you."
Tears of happiness gather in my eyes. I thought Zigfried hated me, but he wouldn't have come here if he did? Maybe he's trusted me all this time... Maybe I wasn't giving him enough credit. Could he really ever hate someone so close to him? ... No, he couldn't. He's... my brother.
"Zigfried!!!"
As I yell his exclaim his name in joy, he smiles. He takes a key out of his pocket- he must have been able to steal it from whatever enemy is keeping me here- and unlocks my cell. It takes all my strength not to run towards him-. I can't go to him; I'm chained, and even if I wasn't, I don't think I should use my arm any time soon...
Zigfried nearly sprints as he rushes in and then lands on his knees infront of me. "Malik..." He leans foreword and puts his arms around me and puts his head in my chest, holding me close. I wish I could hug back, but for now this will do. I sigh happily as I see the relieved expression on Zigfried face. But as nice as this is, I'm starting to feel fidgety. What if someone comes? Then both of us will be in trouble. I want to get out, now. We can cuddle later. I just want out of this place. It's so dark and made of stone. It reminds me of the Pharaoh's tombs, and it's not a good memory. In fact, this cell looked exactly like the one of the rooms that was in the tombs, only there weren't bars on the entrance here. But other than that it looks like an exact replica. I don't like it.
"Ziggy," I whisper, "I'm chained. Unlock me, please. I want to get out of here. It's scary. This place reminds me of the Pharaoh's tombs."
"It is."
"WHAT?!" My heart begins to beat faster. There's no way Zigfried's serious...
"It's true Malik. The enemy is using the Pharaoh's tombs as one of thier bases." He looks at me with a serious and sympathetic look in his eyes. "They've modified it to thier purposes. They've been sending demons into the Middle East, Northern Africa, and Southern Europe from here."
I frowned, and scrunched my eyes. I never liked this place, and hate it even more now that I know what it's being used for. I can imagine how mad my ancestor, Mahado, would be if he knew of this. He was the first Tomb Keeper, and he would be ashamed to see his Pharaoh's tomb abandoned, then used for evil. But, for now, there's not much we can do. We need to get out.
I look down at Zigfried urgently. "Come on, let's go. I don't want to be here anymore!" I can't help but feel like a whining little child as I say this, but, frankly, I'm desperate. Ask my siblings, Mariku, or Zigfried, and they can tell you I absolutly hate this place. "Unlock me, Zigfried. You have the keys, right?" I ask.
Zigfried doesn't respond. He's placed his head in my chest again. "I'm so glad your safe..." he mumbles. My eye twitches once. "Zigfried, this isn't the best time to be a Drama Queen. Can't we save kind words and relief for later?" I can't help but think Zigfried doesn't understand how serious I am. He just said demons are using this place as base! What if they find us?! "Zigfried!" I yell, trying to get his attention, quickly becoming annoyed. And yet, Zigfried does nothing, except hold me closer. What's going on? Something isn't right...
Suddenly, Zigfried moves to put his head over my shoulder. "Malik..." He mumbles. A chilling feeling overwhelms me. This feels familar... and not in a good way.
"Ziggy..." I whisper, scared. "What are you -" I'm cut off as I gasp. A warm, delicate hand travels up my back, under my shirt, and trace the scars of the Pharaoh's memories. I let out a small scream, but make it as muffled as I can, incase some one hears. This can't be...
The incident with Desire replays in my mind, over and over again. This is how it started before, only the roles have been shifted. But how...? Zigfried can't make soul fragments, so that theory doesn't work. And he'd never do this for revenge... and he'd wouldn't betray Atem like that just to get me back... Ziggy would never-
Ziggy would never...
Oh no.
A changeling's impersonating Ziggy!!!
(OOC: This is an action scene between Malik, the changeling, and Yugi. No one else can comment, but please, feel free to watch the comments on this entry in terror and anticipation ^_~)
It is dark, cold, damp and hard here... wherever 'here' is. I immediately think of a dungeon cell. It fits the description. I can't remember much... All I know is that I shouldn't be here. Not in a evil place like this, were even more evil is probably just around the corner...
I try to move. Just my right arm that's all- nothing much. But in this movement I realize to things: 1) My wrists are chained to the wall I lean on, up in the air, on both sides of my head. 2) It's probably not the best idea to move my right arm again. The moment I did, a horrible, sharp pain went through my body like a blade. I felt as if my right arm was about to rip right off, away from my body. I knew this wasn't true of course. My arm was still attached and it wasn't going to fall off by just my twitching, but whatever happened to my arm was not subtle. As the pain through my body fades, returning to it's place of origin, I suddenly find it is not my arm that is wounded, but instead, my shoulder. It aches terribly, and I can feel blood dripping from my shoulder downwards: down my back, my arm and my chest- wherever the red droplets willed themselves to go as they descended.
I know I must open my eyes- not only to prove I have the strength to do so, but to see what damage has been done to my shoulder... Heh, I would have never thought that moving my eyelids could be such a challenge. But it seems to be the most difficult things for me to do right now. I gather all my strength and will my eyes to open- to let me see what has happened!
The moment my eyelids lift, all my memories come surging back to me. I flinch, physically and mentally at the wave of information crashing into me. I remember now... I was at the museum... and the curator turned out to be a changeling. He shot my earrings off and then my shoulder... He kidnapped me! Damnit! How could I let this happen? I panicked... I was so scared. I've lived in Cairo and I've seen with my own eyes what modern weapons are capable of! I've always acted brave about it, saying the gunshots during the night and the bombs and violence didn't scare me. It didn't, but then again, I had never stared down the barrel of a gun before... And when that time finally came that I did... I was terrified.
I glance at my shoulder and go completely pale. My arm is mangled. The changeling pulled me around by it several times- it wasn't being careful at all! Maybe my arm will fall off. There's too much blood... I can't see what's connecting my shoulder to my torso.
It hurts so bad... I'm scared! That's the truth! My arm's near ripped off and I don't know where the fuck I am! Oh Ra... Please... Help... Please... Some one help me! Help me! Help me!!!
Some one please help me!!!
... What? I just heard something. Footsteps? No... It must be an enemy. No god man has ever thought up could answer my prayer this quickly! But, still, I hear footsteps on stone.... Some one's coming for me....
I raise my eyes, which unfortunatly, turns out to be completely useless. It's too dark to see a yard beyond me, let alone any door or entryway on the other side of this 'cell'. I don't care. I just want out! And I can only hope whoever is coming wants to help me do so...
The sound of footsteps vanish suddenly as the unknown figure stops infront of me. I can feel its presence... it's familiar, but at the same time... warped. I smell the scent something sweet as it carries through the air. It smells like flowers... In my mind, I can see the image of a large garden on a summer day, in front of a large castle. Hundreds of species of bright colored flowers grow in rows, the most of them being... roses.
"Malik?"
My eyes widen as the stranger speaks for the first time. That voice...
"Zigfried?! Is that you?!", I scream. No way- it couldn't be! Maybe- maybe I'm dreaming... But no. There's only one person with a voice like that; eloquent, and calming with a German accent... I look towards were his voice had come from, and for some reason it's lighter in here than before- maybe because I am in the presance of my best friend; my brother?- and I can see his sillouete again the light. Yes, it is definatly him...
I see Zigfried lift his head to look at me. "Yes, Malik... I have come for you."
Tears of happiness gather in my eyes. I thought Zigfried hated me, but he wouldn't have come here if he did? Maybe he's trusted me all this time... Maybe I wasn't giving him enough credit. Could he really ever hate someone so close to him? ... No, he couldn't. He's... my brother.
"Zigfried!!!"
As I yell his exclaim his name in joy, he smiles. He takes a key out of his pocket- he must have been able to steal it from whatever enemy is keeping me here- and unlocks my cell. It takes all my strength not to run towards him-. I can't go to him; I'm chained, and even if I wasn't, I don't think I should use my arm any time soon...
Zigfried nearly sprints as he rushes in and then lands on his knees infront of me. "Malik..." He leans foreword and puts his arms around me and puts his head in my chest, holding me close. I wish I could hug back, but for now this will do. I sigh happily as I see the relieved expression on Zigfried face. But as nice as this is, I'm starting to feel fidgety. What if someone comes? Then both of us will be in trouble. I want to get out, now. We can cuddle later. I just want out of this place. It's so dark and made of stone. It reminds me of the Pharaoh's tombs, and it's not a good memory. In fact, this cell looked exactly like the one of the rooms that was in the tombs, only there weren't bars on the entrance here. But other than that it looks like an exact replica. I don't like it.
"Ziggy," I whisper, "I'm chained. Unlock me, please. I want to get out of here. It's scary. This place reminds me of the Pharaoh's tombs."
"It is."
"WHAT?!" My heart begins to beat faster. There's no way Zigfried's serious...
"It's true Malik. The enemy is using the Pharaoh's tombs as one of thier bases." He looks at me with a serious and sympathetic look in his eyes. "They've modified it to thier purposes. They've been sending demons into the Middle East, Northern Africa, and Southern Europe from here."
I frowned, and scrunched my eyes. I never liked this place, and hate it even more now that I know what it's being used for. I can imagine how mad my ancestor, Mahado, would be if he knew of this. He was the first Tomb Keeper, and he would be ashamed to see his Pharaoh's tomb abandoned, then used for evil. But, for now, there's not much we can do. We need to get out.
I look down at Zigfried urgently. "Come on, let's go. I don't want to be here anymore!" I can't help but feel like a whining little child as I say this, but, frankly, I'm desperate. Ask my siblings, Mariku, or Zigfried, and they can tell you I absolutly hate this place. "Unlock me, Zigfried. You have the keys, right?" I ask.
Zigfried doesn't respond. He's placed his head in my chest again. "I'm so glad your safe..." he mumbles. My eye twitches once. "Zigfried, this isn't the best time to be a Drama Queen. Can't we save kind words and relief for later?" I can't help but think Zigfried doesn't understand how serious I am. He just said demons are using this place as base! What if they find us?! "Zigfried!" I yell, trying to get his attention, quickly becoming annoyed. And yet, Zigfried does nothing, except hold me closer. What's going on? Something isn't right...
Suddenly, Zigfried moves to put his head over my shoulder. "Malik..." He mumbles. A chilling feeling overwhelms me. This feels familar... and not in a good way.
"Ziggy..." I whisper, scared. "What are you -" I'm cut off as I gasp. A warm, delicate hand travels up my back, under my shirt, and trace the scars of the Pharaoh's memories. I let out a small scream, but make it as muffled as I can, incase some one hears. This can't be...
The incident with Desire replays in my mind, over and over again. This is how it started before, only the roles have been shifted. But how...? Zigfried can't make soul fragments, so that theory doesn't work. And he'd never do this for revenge... and he'd wouldn't betray Atem like that just to get me back... Ziggy would never-
Ziggy would never...
Oh no.
A changeling's impersonating Ziggy!!!
(OOC: This is an action scene between Malik, the changeling, and Yugi. No one else can comment, but please, feel free to watch the comments on this entry in terror and anticipation ^_~)