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Nobody Lives Happily Ever After
By: Evil MJ

Warning: I have spent a lot of time picking my twisted little mind for things that amuse me. They may not amuse you so much, sooo, if you don't like violence, offensive language, sex (that is between two men, and yes very soon a man and a woman) and things that go creepy crawly in the night may I suggest that you stop here before you get offended. Thanks ever so.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yugi-oh. I am just writing this stuff in place of expensive therapy. However, if I did own them.....he he....I would be flaunting poor Seto infront of DragonDreamer as much as humanly possible.

I apologize for being so late with this chapter. I went on vacation, fell victom to a tragic and senseless housecleaning accident that left me unable to type, and was the target of a nasty plot by the Visa company. However I survived their little campaign of terror ......but I know they are still out there....

Chapter Three

The dank and musty stench of mold and decay permeated Lilly�s senses and caused her to retch against the gag that had been forced into her mouth. Half conscious, she struggled against the fog that clouded her mind, and the bonds that secured her hands and feet. She was aware that she was lying prone on her stomach, her face pressed against the cold wet concrete floor. More awake now, she tried to get a sense of her surroundings,ing ing to suppress the feelings of panic that overwhelmed her.
Although it was dark, several shafts of light broke through the high roof overhead and illuminated the room enough for her to make out the barren warehouse space, dust motes dancing in the beams of sunlight. Nausea welled up in her stomach and her head throbbed terribly. A few tears slipped down her cheeks as the reality of her situation became quite clear. She had no idea where she was, who brought her here, and what they wanted of her.
As if on cue she heard a door open and shut, followed by the ominous sound of footsteps approaching her.

�Finally woke up did we.� Her captor asked as they walked into her line of vision.
From her vantage point all Lilly could see was a set of boots and pants that were mostly covered by a long dark jacket. The kidnapper�s voice was distorted by some kind of device that she assumed was worn about their voice box, like the one she saw on a movie once. There was only blackness where the face should be under a low brimmed hat, as far as she could tell it must be a mask, but due to the low light conditions, and the fact that she was looking up from the floor it was really impossible to tell anything.
�I�ve been watching you perform for some time now.� The kidnapper walked to the other side of the room out of her vision. �I must say you have great talent.� The voice echoed loudly in empty space.
�I knew you were just like rest of them.� She could hear some shuffling and the clink of glass. �Whores!! I could see you taunting, flaunting yourself on the stage. You like it when all the eyes are on you.�
The legs appeared in her vision again and Lilly tried not to whimper in terror as she listened to the litany of madness that continued, aware now that she was in more danger that she could ever have imagined.
�Normally, you know, I would just smash the hell out of you with a mallet. I would start with those long legs of yours, one at a time. Enjoying the feeling of your bones splintering, the sound of your screams are like music that you sing only for me. Then I would work on your arms and finally of course I would have to cut out your eyes and tongue so that you could no longer hurt people with your lies. You would probably not die right away, I like to watch as you slowly slip into shock and eventually your soul leaves your body.�
Lilly no longer held back the sobs that wracked her body, the knowledge that she was most likely going to die had reduced her to the most basic desire, over and over she called for her mother.
�Shhh...it�s okay. I take the souls of those that I free into my own body and you live on. I live forever and your power is mine. But you have to suffer first, you need to be cleansed of the evil that dwells within you, and the only way that this can happen is through pain. I have something special for you.�
Lilly heard the clinking of glass again and looked toward the sound. The sobs turning to muffled screams as she looked at the objects in the jar in front of her face.
�My little deliverers of vengeance.� The killer held the jar close to Lilly so that she could see the spiders that crawled about within. �This one is the Dark Lady, also called the Black Widow. She packs a wallop, although one bite is unlikely to kill you, it all depends on how sensitive you are to her venom, but don�t worry, she has lots of friends.� The jar turned around to show the smaller brown spiders that scuttered about.
�These are the Dark Soldiers. The Brown Recluse spiders. Their bite is a bit more painful I am afraid, my dear. Their venom is quite necrotic in nature, just so you understand my little one, this means that the flesh around the wound dies. The first bite of either of my dark children is like a needle prick, but then it will fade. Soon you will feel the pain again, probably on the opposite limb that was bitten, you should experience muscle cramps that will be come quite severe, tremors will occur, and then as the venom grows weak your respiration will be spasmodic, your pulse feeble and you will labor to breathe. The fear will be intensified as you become anxious and eventually delirious. Finally, convulsions, and the ultimate end, death.�
Lilly continued to scream against her gag, the struggles against her bonds had cut her skin deep and the blood soaked both the ropes, and her clothes, in some areas you could make out the white of her wrist bones. She heard the killer chuckle with almost childish glee as they unscrewed the top of the jar.
�Don�t worry; I will make sure that each and everyone one of my dark children get a chance to bestow their gift upon you.�
Lilly�s eyes squeezed shut as she felt the first sting.
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�Daddy, you can threaten, bribe, bully and beg, but it�s not going to work. I refuse to tell you anything.� Kyla stood in front of Joey defiantly, hands on her hips and her head tilted to one side, her violet eyes sparkled in mock anger.
�Just a name, Angel, that�s all I need.� Kyla sighed and rolled her eyes at her father, the stand off a familiar one over the years.
�Dad, do you know how many boyfriends you chased off over the years? I never had one last more than a week thanks to you. Most of them were terrified to date me. Once you found out who they were you started your little campaign to scare them silly.�
Joey smiled at the memory and then turned to his daughter. She looked so much like her mother that it almost hurt sometimes to look at her. Unfortunately, she also had the brains of her mother and the stubborn streak that marked her as a Wheeler. She brushed some of her unruly long blond hair out of her eyes and put her arms around her father.
�Besides, I would like to believe that my father would respect my privacy as an adult and afford me the same treatment that I give him in regards to his romantic life.�
Joey winced at the low blow and kissed the top of her head.
�All right, you win besides if I really want to find the name of this mook it wouldn�t take much effort. I am a detective, pumpkin; they pay me to do this everyday.� He reminded her, trying to get in one last jab before he went down for the count.
�Well, you could do that, Daddy, but I am twenty. It�s not like I need your permission to date anymore. Plus how am I supposed to get married and give you grandchildren if you keep screwing up my relationships?�
Joey paled and squeezed her tightly. �Don�t ever talk like that to your father. Don�t you know that you�re still a little girl to me? Essshh�. I never talk to you about my sex life do I?�
Kyla laughed and pulled free, giving him a playful punch. �Come on Dad, what sex life? I think they have your photo up in one the of the local Monasteries. They meditate to the Gods to attain the level of chastity that you set.�
�Very funny, Perhaps you should give up med school and consider a life in stand up comedy.� Joey retorted, aware that there was more than just a little truth in her teasing.
�You got to admit, I don�t remember the last time you went on a date. I think it�s time to get out and meet someone, Dad. I worry about you all the time you know, I wish you could find someone that make you happy, Daddy. It makes me sad to think of you alone.�
Joey looked at his daughter and could only think of Mai. He still reached for his wife at night, and still felt the pain fresh as if he had pulled open a wound on his heart. There was no way he could ever replace her, there wasn�t a woman in the world he could desire more than Mai. And there was no way Mai was ever going to leave her new husband and come back to him.
�Sure baby, I know, but�� He faltered unable to discuss this with his little girl comfortably.
With a sad smile she covered his hand with hers and kissed his cheek. �I know how bad she hurt you, Daddy. But I also know she still loves you very much, she always will. It�s time for you to try to forget all that and find someone new.�
�Like she did.� He said bitterly and Kyla gave his hand a little squeeze.
�Yeah, like she did.�
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Panting, gasping for air, the world seemed to swim in and out of focus. Her heart beat erratically like the beating of humming bird wings against her chest. Her muscles tensed so tightly she was sure her bones would break under the intense pressure and unnatural positions they seemed to be taking.
The screams stopped a long time ago and now she lay on the floor, her eyes open so wide that the whites showed clearly. Her hands contorted into claws and she scratched at the floor until her nails broke and left bloody trails as the pain shot through her body like a jagged length of fire come to life within her. Her body was covered in huge weeping sores of dead flesh where the bites had occurred even the soft touch of a breeze through a crack in the wall felt like a knife piercing her skin.
She was sure that she could see the figures of her parents before her, watching, and she cried out to them, begging them to help her. She wanted them to take the pain away so badly, her bloody hands reaching to them. But they didn�t help, they just stood there watching. Crying, she tried to move to them, but the bonds held her fast and her muscles refused to obey the command she gave them. Now they had a life of their own, as if they sought freedom and moved of their own accord. As she struggled to take what would be one of her last breaths, her whole body began to convulse so violently that the bones in her restrained appendages snapped.
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Mako watched Tristan tie up the boat and smiled in appreciation at the way the muscles moved in his well-defined back and arms. They had made love several different times this week, each occurrence made him sit back in wonder at how many different ways they could express their feelings, and at how his desire for the dark haired man grew. He never thought he would enjoy being with a man as much as this, confused at his feelings at first, now he was confident that this was the right thing to do. He still felt desire towards women and found sex with them fulfilling and pleasurable. But he loved Tristan, and that made all the difference.
�Hey, Freaky Fish guy!� Tristan teased, using Joey�s words from the other day. �Quit daydreaming and help me out here.�
Mako grinned and gave him a leer. �I was just enjoying the view, Mr. Taylor. If you really want me to help out maybe you should put some clothes on.� Tristan threw a net at him.

�Get you mind of the gutter, perv, and help me out.� As Mako approached him he could hear Tristan muttering under his breath. �Man, I�ve created a monster.�
They worked together for a moment in a comfortable silence. Until Tristan stepped back and looked out towards the water.
�I was thinking the other night about your dad.� Mako looked at him in surprise and leaned against the rng ang along the dock, while Tristan continued with his train of thought. �Maybe Joey could use his connections to help you find him.�
Mako shook his head in the negative, his expression serious. �I couldn�t ask him to do that, Tristan. I don�t want to cause any trouble for him; I think he has enough to worry about.�
Tristan nodded in acknowledgment of Mako�s words. �True, but once this case is solved, maybe he could help. He wouldn�t have to do much, he just has access to more resources that we do.�
He put his arms around Mako�s shoulders and looked deep into his eyes, knowing how painful the subject was. Mako gave him a quick squeeze and then pulled away from the embrace, embarrassed at the how strongly the subject still affected him. He started to walk back down dock when Tristan�s words halted him in his tracks.
�I think we had better call Joey.� He stated with no expression, the horror of the scene before him causing him to go almost numb with shock. The body of the girl tangled in the seaweed looked up at him with a silent scream of horror still frozen on her face.
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I will try to have something up soon......been doing a little research while I was unable to type or access the net. Please review.....and for those of you who wish to flame....I have a big bucket ready to take care of that....plus you can't annoy me any worse than the voices in my head...
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