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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One: The Hollywood Ending
- 2-Chapter Two: All That Glitters Isn’t Gold
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Don’t Look Back

Chapter 2: All That Glitters Isn’t Gold

            Marik whistled a familiar tune as he pressed forward along the sandy shores of a river.
“I know it’s got to be here somewhere...damn it.”
He continued walking toward the western horizon, looking at the scenery. Tall mountains stood
in the distance, surrounding the flat plain on which he’d been traveling.
Marik noticed the terrain getting more rocky as he walked down into a narrow gorge. He lifted
his sunglasses from his eyes to get a better look at the world around him.“This is it! Ra, thank
you!” He shouted as he ran as fast as he could.
Marik looked around. He could see a field of green grass just beyond the gorge. “This must be
Net-Ra. The first gate leading to Tuat has to be around here somewhere...grrr...”
“Marik Ishtar,” a voice called out to him from behind.
Marik spun around quickly to see who it was. “Who’s there! Show yourself!” He shouted, not
seeing anybody.
“Turn back, before it’s too late! Turn back, Marik!” The voice warned.
Marik shook his head. “Fuck you! I’m not leaving without my Malik, you asshole!”
“Malik is no more, turn back while you still can!”
Marik remembered reading about the demons that would try to stop him, so he quickly reached
into his bag and pulled out his list of sacred names. Chanting the demon’s name correctly would
protect him from it’s fury. Marik took a deep breath before saying the name.
“Ushemet-Hatu-Khephti, be gone!” He shouted, waving his hand away from himself.
Suddenly, a golden gate appeared and opened in front of him. Marik grinned smugly as he
walked through it. “That was too easy,” he chuckled as he pressed forward.

            Once through the first gate, Marik came upon another large field. “Oh hell, not another
one...urgh...” he grumbled as he walked. “This must be Ur-Nest, where the second gate is
located.”

“Marik Ishtar, this is where your journey ends! You are not worthy to cross our domain!” a
chorus of demonic voices cackled.
“Wanna make a bet?” Marik laughed as he arrogantly strutted through the field of Ur-Nest.
Evil laughter echoed all around him, along with a loud roaring sound. Marik stopped for a
moment to look back to see what was making the roaring sound. “HOLY FUCK!” He exclaimed,
seeing a gigantic wall of sand coming up on him from behind. Marik began running as fast as he
could, but it was of no use. The massive sand storm caught up to him, swallowing him up. Marik
pulled off his shirt and tied it around his mouth and nose. Fortunately, he was still wearing his
sunglasses, which he used to protect his eyes from the tiny granules of sand whipping around
him. “Must..bring..Malik..back..” He thought to himself over and over as he fought his way
forward through the blinding storm.
Marik walked and walked, but had not clue where he was even going. The sandstorm wasn’t
letting up, and even if he did reach the next gate, he wouldn’t see the damn thing anyway. He
knew there had to be a way to stop the storm, but what was it again?
‘Oh, yes, that’s right, I have to chant the name of the demon.’ Marik thought. He was about to
reach for his bag containing the sacred list of demon names, but realized there was no way to see
the writing with all the sand blowing around.
‘How the hell do I say this muthafucker’s name if I cant read it? Son of a bitch!’
Marik continued walking, but at a slower pace, trying to recall the second name that he had
written down. He was already growing frustrated, and his journey through the gates leading to
the Tuat had only just begun. Marik swallowed the lump that was growing at the back of his
throat as he pondered turning back and giving up his quest. A picture of Malik standing next to
him at their wedding flashed through his mind. He recalled the bright, innocent, smile on
Malik’s face as he recited his vows to him. The look on Malik’s face sent a dagger through
Marik’s heart. Marik couldn’t help but feel remorse for being selfish and not paying any
attention to his angel after their wedding. He couldn’t give up, it was his fault Malik died, and he
needed a second chance to prove to his lover that he could love him back. Marik bit his lip. “I
love you, Malik. I’m sorry I never was able to tell you that before you died.”
Suddenly, Marik heard a voice through the sharp winds, whispering the sacred words he needed.
The voice almost sounded like Malik’s.
Marik clenched his fists and screamed the words he’d just heard, along with a nice all-purpose
curse, “FUCK YOU, BAIU-TUATI!”
The sandstorm came to an abrupt halt. The sky cleared, and the next gate appeared before the
forlorn traveler.
“Take that, losers!” Marik laughed boastfully as he stepped through the gate.
Marik found himself in yet another vast field, the river flowed tranquilly off to his left.
Marik saw a small wooden boat pulled up onto the shore. He didn’t see anybody else around, so
he flipped the boat over.

“Oh cool, an oar,” he grinned as he picked up a wooden oar that had been stashed under the old
boat.
Marik quickly got in and launched the boat, using the oar to push the boat into the water.
“Malik... I’m coming for you, baby,” He smirked as he rowed upstream.

            Marik set the oar next to him and let the current guide his vessel down the river. He
opened his bag and took out a folded piece of paper. “Net-Neb-Ua-Khepher-Auatu?” Marik read
from the paper in his hands. “Ra-Almighty...who taught these fools to talk? I wonder how they
said ‘scrawny midget shithead.’ I’d love to go up to the Pharaoh and say that to him, just to see if
he remembers what it means.” Marik chuckled as he folded up the paper and stuffed it back into
his bag. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head and rubbed the sand out of his eyes.
“Well, well...who do we have here?” A dark-cloaked man scoffed as he sided up in his own boat.
“Who the fuck are you?” Marik asked harshly, giving the newcomer the evil eye.
The man started to laugh as he pulled back his hood, revealing his true self.
Marik gasped, “No fucking way...it can’t be you!”
The man’s long white hair and beard blew in the breeze. “You could only wish, you demon. First
you killed me, than you killed my only son. You sick bastard, it’s only fitting I finish you off
too.”
“Are you insinuating that you’re going to TRY and kill me, OLD MAN? You realize, I’m as
much your son as Malik is. I was born of his anger, his rage, his hatred, and that’s YOU’RE
fault!” Marik glared, picking up his oar and assuming a battle position. “The scars Malik bares
are all YOU’RE fault, I’ll never allow you to fuck up his life again, NEVER!”
Malik’s father swung his oar, swinging it like a bat, straight at Marik’s head. “Your journey ends
here, you psychopathic abomination of nature!” He shouted as he swung.
Marik ducked, the oar grazing the tips of his spiky blonde hair. “Uh-uh...I don’t think so,
infamous butcher!” Marik laughed evilly as he jabbed his oar in the old man’s stomach,
knocking him square on his ass. “HA! Take that, you fucker!”
Malik’s father breathed heavily as he got back up. Without second thought, he swung his boat
paddle at Marik again
Marik could hear a roaring noise in the distance, but he had to ignore it. He jumped up as high as
he could to avoid getting wacked in the knees by Malik’s father.
The current was growing more swift, making it more difficult to balance.
“You really are as stupid as you look,” Marik jeered as he brought his oar down hard, right on
top the old man’s head, cracking his skull in half.
Malik’s father hit the deck of the boat with a resounding thud.
Marik quickly jumped out of his boat into Malik’s father’s boat and tackled the old man, pinning
him to the deck.
Malik’s father weakly opened his eyes and looked into the face of the man who ended his mortal
life. “Keep...your hands..off of...my son...bastard...fiend..”
Evilly, Marik leered at the downed man. “Guess what I’m going to do the second I get my
husband, -your son, -your precious little baby boy home. Go on, I’m waiting.”
Malik’s father could barely breath anymore, but he was still able to gather up enough strength to
knee Marik in the nuts.
Marik rolled off the old man, grabbing his groin and howling in pain.
“I don’t think so,” the old man scoffed on his dying breaths.
“You ..suck...you...devil!” he winced, holding his bruised manhood. “Wait... maybe old man
Ishtar is the demon who’s name I must call out to pass through. Shit... better check my notes.”
Marik quickly grabbed his from his backpack and looked at the third name. “Baiu-Shetaiu, get
out of my way!”
The old man gurgled as he disappeared.
Marik grinned evilly as he patted himself for getting rid of the old bastard ... again.
The roaring sound he had noticed earlier had grown considerably louder. Marik slowly crawled
to the edge of the vessel and pulled himself up to see ahead. He groaned as reality set in. The
boat he was on was heading straight for a gigantic waterfall. Marik looked back and narrowed
his eyes. “The fuck if I’m going to die! And the fuck is I’m going to keep my hands off of my
husband!” The Egyptian pulled himself up to his feet...just as the boat went over the edge of the
turbulent falls.
“Fuck... this is going to hurt a little,” Marik muttered, just before the rushing water consumed
the boat in its unrelenting fury.
The boat smashed into a big rock upon reaching the bottom , reducing it to splinters.

            He could feel that he was laying down. His body ached. It was difficult to breathe.
Marik’s eyes slowly fluttered open. He blinked a few times before his surroundings came into
focus.
“What the-” he began to say, but ended up coughing up water. It took him a few minutes to
finally stop coughing, but once he did, he quickly sat up and looked around.
“Well at least I’m not dead,” he said hoarsely.
To his left ran the river, to his right was nothing but desert. He had no clue where he was. The
last thing he remembered was fighting with old man Ishtar and going over a waterfall.
Everything after that was a blank. Marik narrowed his eyes. ‘That old bastard. I hope when his
Ka is reborn, he comes back as a big juicy chicken, than Malik and I can carve him up for
supper. If I didn’t love his son, I would be here right now. What a fucktard,’ he thought as he
stood up and dusted off his pants.
“Minor set-back. I’m not going to let anything stop me from bringing MY Malik back.”
Marik looked back over his shoulder at the now tranquil river. It was strange to think that the
very same river had practically swallowed him to his own death. His boat was gone, as was his
bag containing his maps and the list of sacred names. He’d never been a quitter, so he ignored
his losses and started walking again.

            An hour seemed like forever as Marik crossed the scorching sands, walking parallel with
the river. He needed to stop and rest... and dump all the sand out of his black patent leather
boots.
Marik walked to the shallow river and sat down on the sandy bank. He yanked off one of his
boots and poured the sand out of it. ‘I hope I can remember the names of the demons that I’m yet
to face,’ he thought as he pulled off his other boot.
Marik set his boots to the side and pulled off his socks, which were also doubling as sandbags.
He stretched his long legs out in front of himself and wiggled his toes. He leaned back, propping
himself up on his elbows. He took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes..
“Fuck yeah... this is the life,” he moaned as he basked in the hot sun.
After a few minutes resting, Marik knew he had to get his butt in gear. He sat up straight and
opened his eyes. He quickly put his boots back on and looked around as he got up. He noticed a
strange stone tablet with writing on it nearby. He quickly walked over to the tablet and looked at
the hieroglyphic-like writing.
Marik ran his fingers over the strange writing. It looked like a bunch of crap, but he knew it
probably said something very important.
“Fuck, I wish I could remember this shit. I remember these symbols, they seem so familiar... I
just can’t seem to recall their meanings though,” he murmured. “And with my luck, the fucken’
thing says, Mc Donald five miles, Taco Bell eight...Mmm... tacos...”
Marik indulged in the thought of how sexy a taco would taste right now for a minute, than
shifted his focus back to the stone tablet. He bit his lower lip as he remembered watching Malik
study the ancient scriptures.
Malik was highly educated in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics thanks to his job of tomb-keeper
for all those years growing up. He probably had no problems deciphering the ancient writings
when he passed through this point.
Marik scratched his head as he eye-balled the carvings. “I used to know how to read this shit, but
without my other half... I know nothing. What a fucken’ crock of shit! Stupid ancient
fucksuckers!” Marik growled as he kicked the tablet. He howled in pain as his foot connected
with the stone. He jumped around on one leg whimpering and clutching his sore foot.
While hopping around regretting kicking the stone, Marik noticed something under the fallen
tablet.
It looked like gold two doors.
Marik quickly forgot about his sore toes and got down on his knees. He pushed the heavy tablet
aside and opened the doors, revealing what looked like a staircase leading down.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed as a little old lady emerged from the stairway.
“Didn’t you read the sign, sonny?” The old woman said in a shrill voice.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, searching the woman’s eyes to see if he could get an inkling
as to what her true intentions were.
The old woman moved one of her scraggly grey hairs out of her eyes and shook a wooden spoon
in Marik’s face. “I’m not telling you, sonny! With a mouth as foul and prevaricated as yours, I
don’t want anybody even knowing I’ve associated with you! Now shoo! Scram! Get thee hence,
demon!”
Marik shook his head and held his hands up in front of him, “Lady, hold on just a fucken’
second! I’m no demon! I’m no angel, but hell if I’m a demon! I gave that shit up!”
The old lady smacked Marik over the head with her wooden spoon, breaking it into two.
“Heathen! I said leave!”
Marik growled and gave the feisty old hag a shove. “Fucken’ old bitch! I ought to belt you one
for that!”
Unfazed, the old woman picked herself up and looked at Marik. “Just like the photograph you
carry, all that glitters will fade, Marik Ishtar. You can’t be the star of the show forever.”
Marik blinked his eyes, “You... know my name? But how? How do you know about the picture?”
“You could have been the star of Malik’s show... but you chose to star in others. Lights fade, like
the promises that you made. The truth is within yourself, Marik Ishtar.”
Marik glared at the old woman silently. He wanted to bite her head off, but he stopped himself
as he absorbed her words. He hadn’t treated Malik THAT bad, he was always there for him
when he needed him. He kept Malik strong. Memories of him and Malik bounced around his
head. Good times, rough times, times that he’d taken for granted. Malik’s cute giggle resonated
through his head, a special giggle he would never hear again if he didn’t get a move on. He
looked at the fallen stone tablet and swallowed hard. It was true what she said. He’d always
taken control of things without asking for Malik’s opinions. Would things have turned out
differently had he considered Malik’s feelings?
Marik looked at the old woman and than back at the hieroglyphics on the tablet. He knew
exactly what it said now.
“Guardian of the gate of Ankh-Khepheru, please let me pass so that I may reach Kheper-Kekui-Kha-Mesti in time to bring my other half back from the realm of the dead.”
The old woman stepped aside and gestured toward the stairway.
Marik nodded his head as he ventured into the darkness.

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In the next chapter....

Marik faces more demons as he continues through the afterlife AND... Bakura and Ryou will blow our minds. (You'll have to stay tuned to see how though. *shifty eyes*)
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