brighter mornings

Thanks for the reviews they really cheered me up, and I know about the thinking parts, I couldn’t get italics working so if anyone can tell me they will be greatly loved ^ ^ Anyway here is Chapter 2!

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Marik clambered down the stairs and stopped a few steps before the end. ‘He’s home…all I have to do is take him out and collect my payments … oh shit yeah and get that stupid necklace thingy’

Marik slipped his hand into his blazer and pulled out the gun he was hiding, he only ever used it if he was in a rush or really wanted to make the person suffer and die slowly. In this case he wasn’t sure which one he wanted to do, as much as he wished to make this man suffer, he need to get that kid out of this hell.

He heard the walked out the hallway and into another room. Judging by the amount of footsteps and what Marik knew about the room he had deduced that the man must have been on the kitchen. Marik took the opportunity to carefully sneak into the hallway and get himself ready; he decided to go for a surprise attack, and scared the living hell out of the man….at that though a small smirk crept onto his face. His gun was in his left hand, with one finger on the trigger and his body was pressed against the wall.

Marik heard the cluttering of pans and decided he need to move fast, he quickly moved by the kitchen door ‘1…2…3’ Marik took a deep breath and kicked the door open and swiftly made his way behind the man, gun planted against the back of the mans head.

“Move and I’ll blow your brains out you sick freak!” Marik warned and the man dropped the pan he was using in his hand and carefully put his hands in the air. He was a short man; his hair was short and purple and stuck out in little spike here and there. He had a battered and poorly condition suit on, not like Marik’s slick suit.

“What do you want?” The man asked with slight panic in his voice, which made Marik smile in success. The man was trying to look behind him to identify his attacker and Marik sighed and lifted his hands with the gun up in the air and struck the man over the head, causing the man to cry out in pain.

“I’ll ask the questions here, and you will see who I am when I want you too see me,” He explained in a straightforward tone. “You are Mr Bakura correct?” He asked ‘Funny I didn’t know it was a second name…wait till I tell Kura’ the man nodded slowly

“Now I have three questions to ask…answer them correctly and you will get to live, understand?” He asked the man who nodded slowly. “Ok first question, where is the artifact you stole?” Marik asked calmly

“What artifact? What are you talking about?” Wrong answer. Marik slammed the gun into the mans head once more, causing blood to form where the skin was broke. “I’m serious I don’t know you psycho” Wrong again. This time Marik raised the gun and fired the gun downwards right into the mans foot. The man screamed in agony and gripped his bleeding foot, causing him to lose his footing a fall to the ground painfully. The man leaned his back against and glared up at the face of his attacker, who returned the glare with a smile.

“Where is it?” Marik pressed and this time the crouched down and aimed his gun at the mans crotch “ I advise you tell me the truth…”

“…In…In the living room, in the floorboards that are under the couch” The man said with a finally still glaring. Marik nodded and grabbed the mans arm and dragged him painfully towards the living room, Marik placed the gun on the back of the mans head as he pushed him through the door.

“Sit on the floor!” Marik commanded “And don’t even try running or I’ll blow you kneecaps off before you even reach the door,” He threatened as he pushed the couch over and pushed it against the wall then returned and sat in front of the floorboard and shot through on of them and placed his finger in the bullet hold and lifted it up to see the necklace.

“Good answer, it’s a nice necklace isn’t it?” He teased playfully and tossed it in the corner. “Well that’s question one down, time for question two…do you live with anyone, like friend or family?” He asked knowing the answer ‘yeah a son you torture you sick bastard’

“No….I lost my wife and daughter in a car crash a few years back…and I don’t sees many friends,” The man said, with a hint of sadness in his voice. Marik glared…he’d missed out his sons name…anger boiled inside of him and Marik shoot the man in the shoulder, who cried out and grasped his shoulder with his other hand.

“Really? What about your son, y’know the one you keep chained up in your closet for your own pleasure you perverted little fuck!” Marik yelled angrily and kicked the man in the ribs, but felt himself calm when he heard a satisfying snap.

“How the hell did you know about that!?!” The man yelled back angrily, but then he seemed to clam and he shrugged “Oh well so what? The little bastard gets what he deserves” The man spat and Marik was struggling not to lost his temper ‘deep breathes…calm yourself not yet!’

“No one deserves that….and even thinking it makes you twice the slimy bastard you are!” He shouted back and leaned against the wall, he looked over at the man in confusion when he began to laugh.

“He does you know, whether you like it or not…he has it coming. I hate him!...it all his fault,” The man snarled hatefully, but tears were in his eyes “He not go for anything but being a whore!”

With that Marik temper exploded and he raised his gun and fired it right at the man crotch who screamed out in agony and covered his crotch with his hands, tears now flowing down his face freely, Marik smirked happily, now he felt better.

The man hissed and grabbed a vase from the far side of the room and threw it at Marik, the vase shattered on his shoulder and his suit was torn. Marik sighed and looked at the damage, a few piece of the vase were sticking out his shoulder and the material was ripped.

“Final question,” Marik said with a dark smile on his face, standing right infront of the man now, he held the gun up so it was aimed at the and head and he laughed to himself “Do you…deserve to live?” He asked him, and the man looked up at him in horror and fear

“Y-Yes..” The man said quietly, tears stilling running down his face, and Marik gave him a friendly smile and laughed, the man smiled back hopefully…and Marik pulled the trigger, blood splattering on his face before he turned away.

“Wrong answer.” Marik said simply and put the gun away into his blazer, before smiling back at him “Deserved to live my ass…. sorry to of miss lead you, I just like my victims to die with a smile,” He explained laughed as he wiped the blood off his face and he opened his phone and dialed up the boss man’s number.

“Hey … targets gone, and I have your artifact, but were going to need a clean up crew, can you get me one?” He asked him calmly and sat down on the upturned couch “Yeah thats great…gun…thanks my favorite way too. Er…no I don’t think he had any family. He told me his wife and daughter had died…” Marik was never big on lying but he could tell this guy about the kid…god know what would happen to him.

“Right, you know the address I’ll lock up and I’ll see you tomorrow for my payment, bye” he said quickly and closed his phone before looking back at the body…the smile was beginning to freak him out. Marik picked the necklace up and headed out the living room and back up the stairs.

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Ryou was curled up on his bed, his head buried into his knees in absolute fear. He could hear screams that sounded like his fathers and smashing from downstairs…and above all gunshots. It was terrifying and he couldn’t help but wonder what was happening but his fear had stopped him from even moving from his spot.

The sounds had stopped now and he could hear faints hints of someone talking but he couldn’t make out who. All he knew is that something had happened between that strange man and his father. Ryou was hoping his father hadn’t hurt the nice man, if he had…then Ryou was next and he could bear his father coming after him again.

He sobbed into his knees and he shivered before crawling under the blankets, pulling them over his head. His heart was beating fast as e could stop himself from worrying. What was his father going to do this time? He’d lock him away forever now….

Ryou quickly snapped out of his train of thoughts as he heard someone come up the stairway ‘Its father, he’s coming…he going to really hurt me this time, like he promised oh god, oh god’ fear strangling his heart making it beat faster, and Ryou’s nerves got the better of him and he leaned over the bed and retched, throwing up bile and stomach acid. Tears fell from his face and he shook in fear…why couldn’t that man have left him alone?

He quickly retreated back into the covers and tried to control his breathing and shakes. He always hated his punishments the most. As the door was opened his heart almost jumped out of his throat and ran away.

There was silence in the room and Ryou didn’t understand what was happening. Why hadn’t his father yelled at him or hit him yet…what if he was really hurt… or worse.

“Are you um….ok kid?” Said someone and Ryou began to calm, it wasn’t his father….its was that man. He was ok after all, Ryou felt relieved as he poked his head out from under the cover and nodded slightly, but he didn’t look ok. He was pale but slightly flushed and shaking and there was a small puddle of his sick right next to where he lay.

Marik sighed as he looked at the kid ‘What am I supposed to do with him now? Maybe to a hospital or the police…but that would cause people to ask question…they might link it back to the murder and the kid know what I look like…maybe I’m just over thinking thing…’ he wondered quietly to himself

Marik growled to himself, as he walked over to the closet and pulled out a few sets of clothing before finding a bag, after what seemed like forever he managed to find one and stuffed a load of clothes in there, before turning round to see Ryou was watching him carefully, with a hint of confusion on his face.

“Oh yeah…well me and your dad had a few….word and needless to say he won’t be bothering you anymore…so your coming with me ok?” He asked, being careful what he said to the boy, he turned back round to finish packing

“W-Whats your n-name?” He stuttered timidly, and Marik almost hit himself ‘I never even told him my name…clever’ he though and he turned back round to face Ryou.

“Well…I’m Marik…and your Ryou right?” He asked him to make sure and the boy nodded. “Tell me Ryou how old are you?” Marik asked out of curiosity sitting on the boys bed next to him as he finished up his packing.

“…16” He whispered quietly and Marik almost feel off the bed in disbelief ‘16…there’s no way he looks about 12 or younger’ Ryou looked at him in fear and back away… not sure why or how he’d upset Marik, but he back away to Marik confusion.

“Sorry …it’s just kinda hard to believe, you look very young I mean…” Marik tired to explain. He was never good with kids…or teenagers and this situation wasn’t any different. “Look lets just get right to it, get up and I’ll carry this stuff and then we’ll work out where I’m putting you tomorrow…until then I guess you can stay with me.”

Ryou look confused for a moment put followed his orders, e carefully got out of bed, dodging the sick on the floor as he stood up straight…a small whimper came from the boy as a shot of pain ran up his back. Marik looked over at Ryou, who was looking at the floor scared and in pain. The seat of his trousers had a blood stain still on them.

“God sake…” Marik muttered as he placed the bag on the floor and picked Ryou up in his arms, and slipped the bag over his shoulder and began to walk out the door.

Ryou wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but he peered round his house and noticed a few blood stains on the with door of the living room and he began to panic….who exactly was this guy and what had he done to his father…and what was he going to do with him


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Ok, That’s the next chapter, sorry it wasn’t as long as the last but I got busy try to rush through coursework. Next chapter will be longer and better, scouts honor ^ ^ So let me know what you thought, and see you next time.