Dark Light

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything worth suing me over.

Warnings: More of the same.

Author: Koneko Shido

A/N: Impish Pixie reviewed (on ffn, before I got *freaking* banned) and said she'd like to be a murder victim in my story. I aim to please, so somewhere in this death-and-gore filled chapter you shall meet your untimely fate at the hands of everyone's favourite head case, Bakura! And I'm *completely* unimaginative today, so I'm going back to letting Bakura use his good ol' knife as the murder weapon.

Dark Light 8

(Bakura POV)

Well, hello there, nice to meet you all. And what are we doing here? Trying to rape my Ryou? Well that's a real shame for you. I'm a very violent person, and I don't share my toys, either. Ever been gutted? Oh. Well, you have now.
The first of the four idiots harassing Ryou falls to the floor in a gory pile of leaking innards as I disembowel him in one clean slash with my knife. I really, really like this knife, by the way. Especially now, when it has blood dripping from it in thick, shining drops. Did I perhaps mention my blood fetish earlier?
Oh, look, the three surviving thugs seem to be a little annoyed that I just gorily murdered their friend right in front of them. I can't think why. Now at this point if you're a thug and an insane guy with a knife just gutted one of your friends, my advice is to run away and possibly live a little longer. However, thugs, as they are collectively known, have never been too big on doing the smart thing. Thus, they shall all die nasty, gory, painful and most of all bloody deaths right here, right now.
A second smart thing to do, were I a normal psycho, would have been to run at me all together and try to get the knife. But as I said, these aren't the most intelligent of mortals, and they come at me one at a time. I'm rather insulted by their lack of faith in me as a murderer. Obviously they think they can take me on one at a time. Obviously, they're wrong. As the first idiotic human leaps forward, I duck underneath the blow he aims at my head and stab him nice and deep in the gut. Not quite as clean as the first man. This one will probably take a little longer to die. Not that I care, or anything.
The last two men seem to be a little upset by what I just did. They look almost nervous now, but that emotion never comes easily to thugs. So, ignoring their body telling them to run like they've never run before, they both charge at me. Really, this is child's play.
I dart to the side as they reach the spot where I'd been standing a moment ago, and quickly jerk my knife up and into the side of one's neck. Then I twist it, for good measure. Wow, this man has a *lot* of blood. After spurting most of it over the bit of the park we're standing in, he crumples to the ground and lies there with his two friends, slowly choking to death since I think I must have cut right through his windpipe. I wasn't really paying attention. As an added bonuhoughough, some of the blood that he just sprayed everywhere hit the streetlamp lighting up our little playground, so now the light, which before was yellow, is this nice, eerie red colour. I think it gives the place a nice atmosphere.
I almoorgoorgot, I have one left, don't I? Ah. This one has suddenly realised that I can kill him with little or no effortd I d I will. He seems to be thinking about running away, and is backing up slowly. Well, we can't have that, can we? As that Anzu girl is always saying, friends are very important. I think he should stick with his.
Not giving him a chance to blink, I dart forward like something very fast and evil, and feel the satisfying flinch run through him as I stick my beloved knife into the flesh just below his navel. Then I twist it and draw it up, seeing how far I can cut. I manage to get it quite far before his ribs get in the way. I could have just cut right through them, but that might damage my knife, and there's not much point seeing as his intestines and other things that a healthy person keeps on the inside have just spilled out all over the floor. He's dead now, and he crumples to the ground as well, but for an instant before he died he got to see what his own guts looked like. I don't think he really appreciated it, by the look on his face. Well, some people are just hard to please, I suppose.
So where was I? Oh yes, Ryou. I look around and find him sat on the grass a few feet away, looking terrified and watching me. Or more specifically, he's watching the blood dripping from the knife in my hand. He has a few drops of blood on his pale cheek, but they're not his. Suddenly, though, his eyes dart behind me and widen slightly, so I turn around to see what the problem is.
When I turn around I am greeted by the sight of a girl with red hair watching me, also staring at the knife. Oh look, a witness. We can't have that. With as smirk at the added bonus, I bend down and wipe some of the blood off my knife onto one of the bodies at my feet, then straighten up again and give the green-eyed girl a psychotic grin. She looks about to says something, or maybe scream for help, but I don't give her the chance. With a flick of my wrist I send the knife spinning through the air, and it hits her square in the chest with a nice, satisfying thud. She doesn't even manage to cry out, since it hit her right in the heart, and instead she just collapses onto the grass, a little trickle of blood leaving the corner of her lips. It's almost artistic, really.
I stalk over and bend down to yank the knife out of her, deciding that I must be a better aim than I thought. It hit her directly in the heart. Oh well, I shrug and lick the tip of the blade.
Now I think it's about time I talked to my little Ryou, don't you? Using the girl's clothes to clean my blade, I shove it back in my belt and walk over to Ryou, who's still watching me with huge, terrified eyes. I sit down cross-legged in front of him and watch as his eyes slowly move up to meet mine.
"Hi again." I hiss, smirking evilly.

TBC

There, that's another one down! Five deaths in one chapter, fun, huh? And I hope you don't regret asking me to put you in here, Impish Pixie! I tried not to make it *too* gory and drawn-out. A quick death is better, right? So anyway, review and tell me what you think!