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.