Chapter 7 pt 2: Escape

This is an exerpt from the newest chapter from my fanfiction Dropped Into Middle Earth: When Peace Ends.

It's a YGO and LOTR crossover, so some of you all would think it kinda weird...no doubt most people. Michelle's betaing it for me, so this is a rough draft sorta of the chapter.

Makes me happy it does ^^


“I would be a fool to store all of my power into the Millennium Ring. A dead fool.” chuckled Bakura as he lurched into a standing position. The Millennium Eye was clutched tightly in his hands. “Of course I can’t store all my power in it! It has too much power of its own, and its own darkness.” He took a faltering step closer to the door and laughed as he fell to the ground, dust plumed around him. Gritting his teeth, he rose again. For a moment, he was no longer in the cell, but in the middle of a desert, bound by ropes and being dragged behind some guards on their steeds. A helpless thief caught in the act of stealing. . . or maybe not so “helpless”. Power began surging through him. The Egyptian guards had been struck down, his ropes cut. He was free!

Back in the tower, he glanced around and laughed, laughing about life, laughing about pain, laughing about power, laughing about death.

“Hey, shut your mouth! There’s nothing to laugh about,” ordered one of the orcs, Bakura didn’t hear them. “Quiet you! Or we’ll take care of that mouth of yours for you.”

The laughter died down to a dark chuckle. “Do you dare?” came the voice, challenging the guards. There was a flash of bright light and a golden manacle appeared around his wrist, its one wing spreading out with a metallic scrape. A glow emitted from one of its planes and the shape of a creature that had a humanoid shape, wings like a large bat, and a snake where its legs should begin was engraved. His cell door was flung open with a bang and the two orcs shuffled in, spears raised at him.

Without any warning, the cell exploded. Rubble cascaded down around them, crushing the orcs beneath the enormous weight. But all seemed to avoid the area in which Bakura stood. The air around him shimmered, and he disappeared, his laughter still ringing in the decimated cell.

Of Cheer and questions

Something's singing,
Something's Jingling,
Everyone is merrily mingling,
All the smiles and all the cheer,
Yes, it is this time of year!
Ding dong, ding dong,
It's Christmas Time of Year!

That was my attempt to remember that madrigals song. I remember the tune, but the rest I dunoo, I might have totally messed up the lyrics, but at least they rhyme ^^.

Here's something for you to ponder upon:

Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously. Anything. A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything. Be sure to post anonymously and honestly. Post twice if you'd like. Then, put this in your blog to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realise read your blog) have to say-please post

I've spilled the beans...

There Michelle, it is done, I have told them. But unfortunately it wasn't the best time I think to break it out. Happened while mom and I were having another argument and it came out after a lot of thinking and planning...but still unexpected. I told mom half of it. The rest I didn't feel like telling, that part they don't need to know. But it's out now. I suppose they'll be watching over my shoulder for the rest of my life now. Maybe I should have told them that forgiveness had been earned for that bastard and I don't really care about that anymore. Nothing more than a distinctive memory. A distinctive memory that happened to shape most of my life.

Mom was a little defensive. I suppose I felt that the blame was still being put on me for being that child that "loved to play and always broke the rules". It wasn't entirely my fault. It was also theirs for making me feel like I couldn't tell them. It was being freaking 5 years old, no one would take me seriously, no?

I suppose she is off right now telling dad everything. Joy. Aren't we all going to be happy now?

Now don't take this wrong. I'm not saying that you've just probably made my parents want to cut me off from nan ren for the rest of my life (which is what they'll probably do). I'm thanking you for helping me get to this point to tell them. You're right, it does feel a bit better. As for my parents doing the above, I'll fight it of course, I know better now, don't you think? I've learned enough from life. :-P

So thanks, really. Love you.

Linda

2 Cups of Excitement and a Dash of Joy

So Studprod was last night. It was AMAZING. I highly suggest that anyone that has nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon go see it. Or just anyone period. It's at the U of I Armory at 3. And it's free, so no need to empty your pockets. But donations are readily accepted *wink*. Be prepared for laughs, excitement, tears, and anger. Plays/musicals that evoke such emotion deserve great credit.

The Turkey Trot was cancelled, but now there's going to be a December dance. The Snow Dance. Sounds interesting, I do hope the sophomores will make it worth going to. I wonder if it's worth going to at all? I'll just have to see ^^.

As for the joy? I LOVE MY FRIENDS! You all are so rawking my socks off with all of your support last night. Love you all.