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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelists of Darkness
THE BEGINNING Part 1
Thirteen-year-old Jack Gallagher waltzed precariously through the grass to his school building. He hoped he wouldn’t attract attention today, just as he has hoped he wouldn’t every day he came to school. He was often alone, and today was no different—at least he hoped so. He had always attracted attention to himself without even trying, and wished every day that he was just a normal kid. Firstly, Jack played Duel Monsters. This was not necessarily a bad thing; over half the kids in his school played Duel Monsters. There were even special tables set up in several empty classrooms where duelists could go to challenge each other. The bad thing about that fact: Jack was a terrible duelist. He had the skills and the knowledge, but never had the right cards to win. This was a strange fact that brought up another abnormal thing about Jack.
Jack’s full name was James Anthony Gallagher III. His father was James Anthony Gallagher Jr., President and CEO of one of the biggest gaming corporation in the country, JAGcorp Industries. This made Jack the richest kid in school, and yet, he was one of the worst duelists there. This was because, from the time he was able to hold a card, he carried the same deck with him, making trades whenever he could to improve on it. He always felt a sense of pride in his cards, ones that he’d carried with him since he first learned how to duel. He always wanted to achieve dueling greatness with what he could gain on his own and always refused help from his father. He may have been rich, but that caused him enough problems at school, what with the resident bullies not taking a liking to the wealthier kids, so he always showed himself with his cards, not his money.
Jack walked past a group of older boys on the other side of the nearby fence. These boys went to the high school right next to the middle school Jack attended. The younger high school students and the older middle school kids were good friends, and would get together and duel whenever they could. This time, a formidable-looking 8th grader had a D. Human on the field (ATK 1300) and a card face-down, while his opponent, a confident-looking high-school freshman, utilized a Ryu-Kishin Powered (ATK 1600) equipped with a Dark Energy Spell card, which boosted its ATK and DEF stats by 300 points each. A 1,900-point-strong Fiend against a wimpy Warrior didn’t make things look good on the younger kid’s side. But those who saw that for themselves underestimated his strength.
“Well, I’m ahead by 3,300 points, kid!” the freshman called out (the score was 900: middle school kid to 4200: freshman), “You ready to throw in the towel?”
The middle school kid, whom Jack knew as Steven Salmonix, merely laughed haughtily at the freshman, as if he had just told a hilarious joke. The group surrounding Salmonix chuckled stupidly in agreement, like a pack of droning yes-men. When his cronies were finished guffawing, Salmonix himself said, “Steven Salmonix doesn’t know the meaning of the word, ‘surrender’! Get this!” He began his draw, lifting the top card from his deck with an overdramatic flourish. Then, without even looking at his newly drawn card, he picked up his face-down card from the table and turned it face-up, activating it with an overconfident smirk:
SWORD OF SUMMONING DRAGON
Spell Card
Normal
Activate only while you control a face-up “D. Human”. Special Summon 1 Dragon-Type monster from your Graveyard.
Salmonix giggled feverishly as he snatched up his discard pile (Graveyard) and dug around in it. He picked a card from the slim stack, set the stack back in its respective part of the table, and placed the selected card on the table in Attack Position. It was Chthonian Emperor Dragon (ATK 2400).
“WHAT!?!” the freshman called out, stunned at the new creature’s impressive stats, “How did that get in your Graveyard?!”
Salmonix chuckled again, “Remember Graceful Charity? Well, I discarded this card as part of its cost! That’s how my Sword card was able to bring it back!”
Jack wasn’t there to see the beginning to the game, but he assumed that, after drawing three cards from his deck with Graceful Charity’s effect, Salmonix discarded two cards from his hand afterwards as per the Spell’s effect, one of those cards naturally being his strongest Dragon-Type monster, Chthonian Emperor Dragon. He was just waiting for the right moment to play a Spell card that could bring his dragon back and win the game for him.
Salmonix was not finished. “Now I’ll activate my dragon’s effect: if I haven’t summoned this turn yet, I can trade that for an extra attack from my dragon!”
The freshman started defiantly babbling something about unfairness and cheating, but from Jack’s view, Salmonix had played fair and square.
The first attack easily destroyed the strengthened Ryu-Kishin Powered, as well as took 500 Life Points away from the massacred monster’s owner (LP – 3700). The Emperor Dragon’s second attack took another 2,400 point chunk away from the freshman (LP – 1300), and finally, Salmonix’s D. Human finished the job (LP – 0). Salmonix was the winner.
“Hey, kid!” the freshman said to Salmonix angrily after they gathered and stowed their cards, “You couldn’t have pulled off that win! I totally had you!”
Salmonix merely chuckled once again, “Steven Salmonix never loses, punk. Remember that.” The freshman stuttered and grumbled angrily, but a collective glare from Salmonix’s cohorts forced the freshman to pick up the dueling table and shamefully walk back to his own school building.
Jack looked on as the two opponent’s parted, wishing he was on that kind of skill level. He wished all the time that he could duel in as confident and asserting manner as Salmonix. But that would have been impossible; when Jack asked Salmonix if he could watch him in a duel and study what he does, he merely told him to shove it and had his gang throw him in the girls’ bathroom.
Jack was considered by a grand majority of the school to be a disgrace to the dueling profession. His pride always went before his desire to win, and as a partial result, he was a terrible duelist. But for the most part, he also had no friends; his arrogance made him the brunt of many jokes, and he felt quite alone at times. He never let it show, because he was supposed to be the son of the owner of the most powerful gaming corporation in the country. As a rich, spoiled kid who had everything he ever needed handed to him, no one could secretly know that he longed for companionship. Someone he could bond with, whom he could understand, and hoped could understand him.
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« Reply #1 on Jul 19, 2008, 11:44pm » | |
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« Reply #2 on Jul 19, 2008, 11:45pm » | |
Thank you! I will indeed!
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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelists of Darkness
THE BEGINNING Part 2
Jack made it to his first class of the day just in time, although he had nothing else on his mind except dueling. He had just bought a new pack of single cards last week that he had filed into his deck and was just itching to try them out in a game. His rather large loss record was nonexistent to him as he thought about the awesome new cards he had added to his deck. Things are gonna change for me, he thought to himself while trying to stay awake during an in-depth analysis of the Gettysburg Address, I just know it this time.
Gym class left Jack even more eager to test his new cards. So much so that he had inserted his new and improved deck into the pocket of his gym shorts before entering the gymnasium for class. Whenever he had a free moment, he would quickly yank his deck out of his pocket and sift through, staring at each card intently and excitedly. He pictured himself dueling against the school’s best duelists with these awesome new cards; he saw himself defeating Salmonix quite soundly in a duel, and people cheering for him and chanting his name: “Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, —”
“JACK!” he suddenly snapped back to reality as he heard an immense voice calling his name, “What are you doing? Get back to your jumping jacks!”
Jack re-pocketed his valuable cards, but was adamant to the demand issued from the coach’s aid, Carl Lemony, “Hey, I’ve done my twenty, now leave me alone, will ya!?”
Lemony was well-known to be abrasive and harsh on the students whenever he took over temporarily for the coach. None of the students thought that the way he ran things was very fair, but no one in the class was brave enough to stand up to him and tell him off for his harshness and cruelty.
Until now.
“Excuse me?!” Lemony snapped back at Jack, stunned at the fact that someone would dare defy him, “Did I hear that right? Did you just give me an order?”
Jack, vexed at having his fantasies perturbed by this poor excuse for a teacher’s aide, retorted heatedly, “You heard what I said, Carl! Leave . . . . me . . . . alone! I’m tired of you always pushing me around! You do that to me every day. You do that to all of us, every day! And I’m tired of it! I’m not gonna take being your target anymore, understand?!”
Lemony was, predictably, livid. His hands slowly curled into fists at his sides and he irately retaliated, “You ungrateful little stuck-up rich punk! You think you can just up and give me orders?! What makes you think you’ve got the authority to challenge me?!”
The next step in this confrontation seemed to be determined from the moment the word “challenge” was uttered. After that, roughly four-fifths of the students in the gym broke out into a chant: “Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel! Duel!” The chant echoed throughout the gym as the throng of students urged the two to take their argument to the duel field.
“Well, I guess I have a challenge to a duel, then, don’t I?” Lemony overconfidently snorted, seeming to think that this kid was nothing before his strength in a duel.
Jack smirked back at his oppressor. He had been waiting to test his new deck on a real opponent for days, and this was the perfect time. “Fine!” he shouted at Lemony, “I challenge you to a duel, Carl Lemony!”
Lemony’s smirk just got wider, “I accept, runt!”
Jack couldn’t believe it. His fantasies were slowly coming true. He was challenging bigger, tougher, more experienced foes, and the crowd was chanting for him (well, they weren’t exactly chanting for him, but he took it while he could get it). As two students prepped up a nearby coach’s desk to be provided as a table for the duel, Jack stared out at the students who chanted for the duel to get underway. They all wore excited expressions, except for one that Jack couldn’t help but notice. The face belonged to a girl, about his age, with long, shiny black hair and very dark eyes. She looked toward the two challengers with a strange mixture of awkwardness, disapproval, and fear.
Jack was being urged by the crowd toward the now-prepared desk, so he was forced to tear his gaze away from the pretty girl’s odd stare. The students pressed Jack on until he was seated down at one end of the desk, with Lemony seated at the other end. Both took out their decks and laid them on the desk, each placing it at his right side.
“Just to clear things up, what are the stakes, kid?” Lemony sneered. He seemed eager to make Jack do whatever he wanted should Jack be the one to lose.
“Easy,” Jack said simply, “I win: you give up being the coach’s aide for the rest of your school career.”
Lemony difficultly suppressed a hearty laugh. This was a sign that he had reluctantly accepted his end of the wager. “And when you lose,” he cackled, making Jack notice that he had used the word when in place of the word if, “You have to do fifty each of push-ups, sit-ups, jumping jacks, pull-ups, and laps around the gym nonstop.”
Jack’s expression faltered and he turned back to the crowd who urged him to challenge the oppressor. He searched the crowd for the pretty black-haired girl, but could not see her. He turned back toward Lemony, stared him straight in the eye, and said lucidly and audibly, “You’re on.”
And the game began.
JACK -- 4000
LEMONY -- 4000
“I’ll start!” Lemony cackled, drawing his first six cards. He stared at them for a long while, then made his decision. “First, I’ll play a face-down monster,” he huffed importantly, placing one of the cards in his hand face-down on the table, horizontally, “then I’ll end my turn.”
Jack was unfazed. He drew his first six cards, looked at the set, and grinned to himself. “This should do the trick!” he declared, then placed a card from his hand, face-up and vertically, on the table in front of him, after which he triumphantly declared, “Cyber Gargoyle!”
CYBER GARGOYLE
Dark
Machine-Type
Level 3
ATK/1200 DEF/600
Lemony suddenly laughed out loud, quite boisterously. “What’s that little freak gonna do? He looks just as wimpy and pathetic as you!” He continued to laugh at the monster Jack had just summoned.
“Stop laughing!” Jack yelled, incensed over the injustices committed by this oppressing overseer. “First, you work us all to the bone and harder doing everything you order us to, then you go and pick on me for no reason, now you make fun of my deck?! You have to be put in your place, and I’m gonna start it by attacking!”
“Sorry, kid!” Lemony sneered, revealing his face-down monster after Jack declared his attack, “The critter you attacked is my Obsidian Dragon! With 2100 Defense stats, he ain’t goin’ anywhere!”
The crowd hissed and booed at Lemony, but Jack felt no less supported. He was already up against a super-strong defender like Obsidian Dragon, and the only monster he could use was his gargoyle, which was obviously not enough to wipe it out. Jack concentrated on a solution, but he couldn’t find one. It was only his first turn, and he may have already lost . . .
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« Reply #4 on Jul 23, 2008, 4:00pm » | |
NOO!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO STOP AT SUCH A CLIFF-HANGER!!!??? WHHYYY!!!!!!!!
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« Reply #5 on Jul 23, 2008, 4:05pm » | |
Sorry. You'll have to wait for the next chapter three days from now!
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« Reply #6 on Jul 23, 2008, 8:31pm » | |
WHY CRUEL FATE!!!!!!!!! (lolz)
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« Reply #7 on Jul 26, 2008, 3:04pm » | |
Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelists of Darkness
STANDING UP
Jack found himself in a tight squeeze. He had only one usable monster at his disposal, and the 900 point difference in the score was perfect evidence that it simply wasn’t enough to overcome the 2,100-point Obsidian Dragon. Jack couldn’t think of anything else to do, so he merely placed one of his cards face-down, vertically, behind his Cyber Gargoyle. “I end my turn,” he said submissively.
JACK – 3100
LEMONY – 4000
Lemony smirked at his opponent. “Maybe you should’ve just done what you were supposed to,” he pressed his advantage while Jack wore a shame-ridden face, “it would’ve saved you the trouble of being humiliated in a duel and being forced to do fifty times the work afterwards! HA!”
Jack scowled at his opponent. “Just go,” he muttered angrily.
“If you insist on losing so quickly,” Lemony smirked before he drew another card. “Now watch this, kid! I summon Legendary Jujitsu Master (ATK 1300) in Attack Mode!”
Jack moaned painfully. It was hard watching his deck, which he worked on so tenaciously, being played with like a toy top. Nevertheless, he held his ground. He could still fend this big muscle-head off long enough to squeeze out of this predicament.
“But wait! There’s more!” Lemony continued boasting, “I’m switching my Obsidian Dragon into Attack Mode, too! Just as a little extra treat for ya! Now I’ll have my Jujitsu Master kick that eyesore off the field!”
Jack picked up his Cyber Gargoyle card and dropped it in the space above his deck—the Graveyard, in Duel Monsters—all the while cursing himself for ever summoning that thing.
“Then you receive a direct attack from my Obsidian Dragon!” Lemony continued to brag.
“Hold it!” Jack called out, “I’ve got a surprise for you!” He flipped his face-down card face-up, activating it. “It’s called Ambush Ring!”
AMBUSH RING
Trap Card
Normal
When a monster you control is destroyed in battle, select 1 monster your opponent controls; it loses ATK equal to the ATK of the destroyed monster.
“What the—,” Lemony stuttered, apparently vaguely impressed by this sudden turn of events.
“That’s right!” Jack pushed out his chest, making up for lost courage, “When a monster of mine loses a battle, your monster pays for it with its ATK points! Since the destroyed monster—my Gargoyle—had 1200 ATK points, your monster loses 1200 ATK points!”
The crowd emitted a soft cheer for Jack, which picked his heart up immediately and made him feel much more confident. He knew that, because of his Trap, Obsidian Dragon’s 800 ATK points would have been completely wiped clean, meaning he took no damage from the second attack and that Obsidian Dragon was switched into its less powerful mode for nothing. I might just turn this thing around! Jack thought to himself confidently.
“Are you done embarrassing yourself, Lance Not-strong?” Jack taunted Lemony, assured of his victory.
Upon this insult, Lemony gritted his teeth together. “Go . . .” he managed to squeeze through his pursed lips.
Jack drew his next card, and smiled. “Here goes! I summon my Nocturnal Knight!”
NOCTURNAL KNIGHT
Wind
Winged Beast
Level 4
ATK/1650 DEF/1000
“And now I’ll play a Spell Card called Premature Burial!” He placed the Spell Card with a flourish not unlike that of Steven Salmonix in the duel he had seen earlier that day. “By paying 800 of my points,” Jack continued, “I can bring an old friend back from the Graveyard!” He seized his Graveyard stack, located the Cyber Gargoyle, placed it back on the table next to his Knight, and placed the Equip card on top of the Gargoyle card, overlapping it a bit.
“Now I’ve got two monsters to smash you up with!” Jack declared gleefully, “And we’ll start by clobbering that big rock lizard with my friend the Gargoyle!”
An annoyed twitch in his eye, Lemony moved the Obsidian Dragon card to his Graveyard pile.
“Then, my Nocturnal Knight will bust your Jujitsu Master wide open!”
The Jujitsu Master card was also moved to the Graveyard, but Lemony didn’t seem too angry about it. In fact, he seemed to look like he was waiting for it to happen.
“Now, my Master’s effect kicks in!” he declared with gusto, “The monster responsible for killing it gets sent back to the top of its owner’s deck!”
Jack was mildly irritated, but overall undeterred. He moved his Knight back to the top of his deck from whence he drew it, and declared, “I’m done for now.”
JACK – 2200
LEMONY – 2450
Lemony drew his next card. “I’ll place one card face-down,” he announced, doing it as he said so, “Then I’ll summon Stone Dragon!”
Jack stared at the Stone Dragon card. Its ATK stat capped out at 2,000 points. How am I supposed to beat that?, he asked himself, unsure of how to answer. That thing makes my gargoyle look like an amoeba!
Seeming to be able to sense Jack’s fear, Lemony pressed on with more insults. “So, not such a tough guy anymore, huh?” was first, followed by, “When you lose, don’t blame me for being too weak and wimpy to do my exercises!” He gave another boisterous laugh that made the student crowd boo and hiss at him more than before. Ignoring the peanut gallery, Lemony continued his turn, “Now, my new critter will put that scrawny little junkyard back in the Graveyard where it belongs!”
Jack was becoming more and more insecure. Having to drop the same monster into the Graveyard twice in the same duel was too much, to say nothing of the score, which was becoming more and more one-sided.
“Next,” Lemony continued, “I’ll play Card Destruction! Clean slate, my little whiny friend; now we gotta drop our hands and draw the same amount of cards we dropped!”
Jack fought the immense urge to heave a grand sigh of relief, but lost the urge to when he replaced his hand with a set of three new cards; none of them were helpful, and one of them had already been used this duel. The Nocturnal Knight had been forced to the top of the deck by the effect of Lemony’s Legendary Jujitsu Master.
“My turn—and this duel—are done!” declared Lemony haughtily. His overconfidence, if a material object, could fill the entire gymnasium up to the ceiling.
Jack’s hand slowly quivered as he placed it over his deck, preparing to draw his card. As he prepared to touch card to hand, he began slowly sinking out of his seat and to his knees in shame, unable to draw. Maybe I can’t do this, he thought to himself, maybe I am just fooling myself. Maybe he is stronger than me, and I’m just wasting my time . . .
<Don’t give up now!>
A different voice in Jack’s head shouted out a storm of encouragement. He could not recognize the voice, nor did he know exactly where it came from, but whatever it had to say in his defense was not subject to his judgment.
<You’ve come much too far to quit now, James! Stand up for what you believe in! Stand up for those around you who suffer as you suffer! Stand up for them! Stand up for yourself! Stand up!>
Why the voice defended him, whose it was, and why it called him by his formal first name, Jack hadn’t a clue, but these words were the very words Jack needed to gather his courage and finish the duel. With all his strength, he pushed himself back onto his feet and quickly swiped a card from the top of his deck. Taking a quick peek at it, he threw it down onto the table and declared, “Pot of Greed!”
The Pot of Greed Spell Card allowed him to draw two additional times, which he immediately did. He took one final look at his hand and finally saw the light at the end of this tunnel. The card that would save him and win this duel: “Mystic Mage!”
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« Reply #8 on Jul 29, 2008, 1:29pm » | |
Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelists of Darkness
DISCOVERIES Part 1
Jack felt fantastic! This was the strongest card in his deck! Now he was finally going to teach this bully a lesson he’d never forget!
“Take this, Lemony Stink-It! It’s my mighty Mystic Mage card!”
MYSTIC MAGE
Dark
Spellcaster-Type
Level 5
ATK/2250 DEF/1800
Jack slammed the Mystic Mage card down on the table triumphantly, much to the excitement of the crowd in the gym. Jack basked in the glow of his cheers, then continued with his turn, “Now my mighty Mage card will reduce your Stone Dragon to rubble!”
“You sure you don’t have that backwards, runt?”
Jack picked up his head, confused at Lemony’s newest comment. He checked the field, and realized that Lemony had activated a Trap Card: Reinforcements.
Jack knew what this meant. Stone Dragon had gained an extra 500 ATK points. It was 250 points stronger than his Mystic Mage. The Mage was destroyed, and he lost 250 Life Points, bringing him to only 1,150. There were no other moves he could make. He saw his hand: all monsters. He’d already summoned, and his greatest hope was gone. It was over.
“Now, you get it, don’t ya, brat?!” Lemony was not about to pass up an opportunity to put Jack to even more shame, “You challenge me, you get hurt. Real bad. And let that be a lesson to the rest of you!” This last comment was directed at the surrounding crowd, “Let your fallen hero be a lesson to you! You fight me, you get hurt! Simple as that! Now, let me finish this duel!”
JACK – 1150
LEMONY – 2450
Lemony drew his card and called his attack immediately, “Stone Dragon finishes it for the win!”
JACK – 0
LEMONY – 2450
Jack lost. He could hardly believe it. All those new rare cards, all that training, all of those speeches about being confident that slipped into his head from some foreign place: none of it helped at all. His fate was sealed the moment he challenged Lemony to a duel. He never had a chance at all. He really was better off just following orders.
“All right, students,” Lemony followed up his humiliation of Jack with even more cruel commentary, “Tomorrow, the coach has a dental appointment, so I will be in charge for the whole class.” When the tortured groans ceased, he continued, “So instead of our usual routine, you all will be getting a break from gym class in order to watch Jack Gallagher do fifty push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, jumping jacks and laps around the gym nonstop, as was his end of our wager.” He finished talking, then turned to face Jack, a haughty look of triumph and superiority on his nasty face.
Jack completely forgot about that! Now, not only was he being treated like the biggest loser in the history of Duel Monsters, but he was going to be forced to do nonstop, heaving, tiring, muscle-aching, exhausting exercises without rest or (if Lemony had his way) even water. Jack stuffed his face into his hands after he gathered his cards and re-pocketed them, walking away to the locker rooms in shame and disgrace. As he walked, he received different comments along the way:
“I can’t believe you lost!”
“I believe it! Loser!”
“Some hero you are, Gallagher!”
“Stick to playing with your money, kid!”
The heckling and criticism went on and on until he reached the doors that lead to the locker rooms. Right before his hand touched to the door, he heard another voice, saying something different from the criticism of before:
“Jack! Wait! Jack, wait! Wait up, Jack! Wait up!”
Jack cringed, hoping he wouldn’t have to face more derision. This was definitely a female voice, so it was highly likely, but when Jack turned around, he could not have been more surprised. The voice belonged to the pretty, black-haired girl.
“Um, hi, Jack,” the girl said to him, rather shyly. She looked much more attractive up close, Jack noticed, especially because he saw her in her gym uniform, which looked very cute and slimming on her.
Jack kept his head down, but responded out of politeness, “Hi.”
The black-haired girl continued, “You probably don’t know me. My name’s Lacie Raven. We share a Pre-Calc class together?”
Jack thought on this for a bit, and did, in fact, remember that same face four desks behind and two desks away from him in that very classroom. He had always thought she was attractive, but never got up the nerve to talk to her. He never even knew if she played Duel Monsters. “Yeah,” Jack replied with a nod, still keeping his head down. The shame of defeat still gripped at him, and he didn’t want the one person who would talk to him civilly to see him wallowing in shame.
“Listen, Jack, um . . . ,” she seemed hesitant, but pressed on, “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry you lost. No one . . . no one deserves what you got. You were only standing up for us, and the way Carl kept treating you wasn’t right.”
For the first time, Jack looked at Lacie directly in her eyes. He realized that her eyes were much prettier the better they were seen. “Really?” he asked her, hoping this whole situation wasn’t just a cruel prank.
Lacie seemed confusedly affronted, “Well, of course. I’m not like everyone else; I wouldn’t make fun of you just because you’re . . . well, not the best duelist ever. Oh! I, uh,” she suddenly panicked, “I, I didn’t mean to offend you! I just, well, I didn’t . . .”
Jack actually heard sincerity in Lacie’s voice. He was surprised; he never heard anyone apologize to him for insulting him before, especially before he even had a chance to say he was offended. “Don’t worry about it,” he comforted her, “It’s true. I am a terrible duelist. I just use the same cards all the time, so I’m lousy.”
Jack looked down at the ground. The shame of his humiliating loss was too much for him to bear, even while talking to, in his opinion, the prettiest girl in school.
Lacie put a hand on his shoulder for comfort. “You know what?” she proposed cheerfully, “If you ever want some tips on dueling, I can help you.”
Jack’s eyes widened. “You play?” he asked.
Lacie giggled, “Of course. I’m not bad either, so I could give you some tips or something if you want.”
Jack never accepted help from anyone, but this seemed like a special case. He gave a slight smile and said, “I’d like that.”
Lacie smiled back, “Great! Here, let me give you something . . .” she dug around in her pocket and pulled out a deck of Duel Monsters cards. Jack’s eyes widened even more. Just like me, he thought to himself. He was amazed, he and Lacie had so much in common already.
She sifted through the deck in a similar fashion as whenever Jack looked through his deck, and located a card she appeared to be looking for. She plucked it from the deck and handed it to Jack.
“Here you go, Jack,” she said softly, “I hope this cheers you up a little.” Curious, Jack reached out and took the card from her outstretched hand; it was a Reincarnation card.
Jack looked at it curiously. “What’s this for?”
Lacie smiled again. “Well,” she mused, “I guess you could save it for when you swallow your pride.” She gently lifted his face to meet her smiling one, “And don’t let Lemony get to you. He’ll get his someday.” With that, she blew a kiss to him, mouthed the words, ‘Call me’, and gracefully stepped through the left door to the girl’s locker rooms.
Jack stared at the door after she left, imagining her still being there, smiling at him. He then looked at the card Lacie gave him. It had many pretty rainbow patterns and geometric shapes on it, but something caught his eye on the corner. When he saw them in greater detail, he nearly coughed up his heart: seven digits, written in ink, rested plainly in the bottom left corner of the card:
555-4901
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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelists of Darkness
DISCOVERIES Part 2
Jack walked through the front doors of the school at the end of the day, happiness and shame fighting for superiority over his mind. He was now the laughingstock of the entire school as a result of his humiliating loss to Carl Lemony. However, he had met a beautiful girl who played Duel Monsters and was offering him lessons and her friendship. He didn't know which was stronger, but he knew one thing: his father would want to know about it.
Because of Jack's high-class status, one would assume that he had his own ride to and from school. Those who assume this, however, couldn't be more wrong. Because of his overpowering independence, Jack took his bicycle to school every morning and back every afternoon. He had to cross one and a half miles of city street altogether, but to him, it was better than looking pompous by having one of his father's limousines drive him instead. Besides, attracting attention was one thing Jack did not want to do, whether it was by his deck or by his money.
The return trip seemed to drag on forever, but Jack eventually reached his residence, the JAGcorp office building. The top floor was a private condominium where Jack and his father lived; Jack's father added it onto his office building in order to be closer to work and his son at the same time. Though a workaholic, Jack's father always had time to spend with Jack, even though most of the time, Jack didn't want it.
Jack pedaled up to the front entrance of the building, where a door guard was standing watch. "Good afternoon, Mr. Gallagher," he said as Jack dismounted, holding the door open as he walked over, "Welcome home, sir."
"Thanks, Hodges," said Jack as he wheeled his bicycle past the guard and walked through the opened doors. Once inside he received another greeting from the door guard on the inside, who also offered to take his bike to the garage behind the building. Jack was exhausted from today's activities, so he agreed, allowed security to stow away his bike, and walked toward the elevator, taking it up to the top floor.
Once upstairs, Jack ambled to his bedroom, closed the door behind him, and flopped down onto his bed, taking his deck out of his pocket and sifting through his cards as he did so. Cyber Gargoyle, Nocturnal Knight, Ambush Ring, Pot of Greed, Celtic Guardian, Mighty Guard, Rain of Mercy, Reverse Trap—none of them seemed to be enough to defeat Lemony. Then, Jack came across his strongest card, the Mystic Mage. It was indeed the best card he had, but even this card was insufficient for a duel against Lemony. That was it; he couldn't win with this deck. He saw no other alternative that he wouldn't regret later. He was not about to go crying to his father over a game, and even so, it didn't feel honorable to ask for new cards from a billionaire father. The conflict over his duel today squeezed at him harshly, almost making him break down and cry. He would just have to quit playing Duel Monsters . . .
<Why must you quit?>
Jack perked up his head. There's that voice again, he thought to himself, confused, the voice that tried to help me during my duel today. He scoffed indifferently. What reason do I have to go on? he thought to himself, responding to the voice.
<Just check you're pocket,> the voice replied. Jack sighed, annoyed at this mental intruder. As if things weren't weird enough with a voice in my head, he thought, Now I'm getting subliminal messages! Without really thinking, Jack slipped his hand into his opposite pocket, just for self-satisfaction. He felt something stiff and papery in his hand, so he rapidly drew the item out of his pocket; it was Lacie's Reincarnation card, with her phone number inscribed on the bottom. I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk to her again just yet, he thought to himself, I've got too much on my mind right now.
He suddenly heard a knock at the door. "Come in," Jack said as casually as he possibly could. The door opened, and Jack's father stood on the other side.
"Hey, champ," he greeted his son, "Can I come in for awhile?"
Jack hesitated, but nodded his head in agreement, "Okay." Jack's father walked slowly in and took a seat on the bed next to his son.
"You feeling okay, Jack?" Mr. Gallagher asked empathetically, "You just went straight to your room when you came home."
Jack knew this was coming. He didn't want to say anything, and was fully prepared not to, but something inside him forced him to blurt it out, "I lost a duel today."
Mr. Gallagher widened his eyes at Jack. "My boy? Lose? Unbelievable!" he joked, trying to lighten his son's mood a little. It didn't help, so he moved on, "Hey, it's alright, son. In your life, you're gonna lose a few times, not just in Duel Monsters, but in life in general. The trick is, you gotta learn from it, so you'll know what you did wrong next time it happens. You don't think we got where we are today by winning all the time, do you?"
Jack hated when his father compared his success with his son's life. It always made him feel like less of a person than his father. "But I know what I'm doing, Dad," he replied, "I just can't do it well enough. I don't have the right cards, I guess."
Jack's father sighed, "You know I'm always willing to help you, no matter what, son. I'm your dad, and it's my job to watch out for you. Even more so since your mother died . . ." He suddenly cut himself off. He never liked talking about his deceased wife. Mrs. Gallagher decided to go on a personal vacation five years ago, and booked a cruise through the Caribbean Islands, but the cruise ship sailed through the Bermuda Triangle, and was never heard from again. It was since then that Jack started becoming more independent and aloof, eventually becoming arrogant and cold, which prompted others to shy away from him, making him more shy and lonely. This continuous chain of changes in Jack's persona, it was safe to say, could be attributed to his mother's disappearance.
"Dad, I told you, I want to be able to do this on my own," Jack parried his father's attempts to help him.
His father sighed again, but suddenly smiled, as if receiving an idea. "Hey, Jack," he called for his son's attention, "Let me show you something. I'll be right back." He then got up from the bed and exited the room, coming back a moment later with one of his company briefcases. He entered the case's combination, opened the case, and revealed a small box. Taking the top off the box, he revealed a deck of Duel Monsters cards.
"I should've shown these to you a long time ago, son, but here they are," Mr. Gallagher said while fanning the cards out for Jack to see, "I was quite the duelist back in my day, and these are the cards I won dozens of tournaments with."
Jack stared in awe at the cards. They were amazing! He had never even seen most of them before in his life. "Wow . . . ." was all he could squeeze out.
"And here," Jack's father continued, "I'll even let you have a sample of it in your deck." He plucked one of the cards out and showed it to Jack.
Jack looked at the card, "Hmmm . . . the Dual Swordsman card?"
Mr. Gallagher nodded, "The Dual Swordsman card. This bad boy has saved my skin more times than I care to count. I was thinking someday, I could give him to you, but I never really knew if you were ready to take my old deck yet. But just to be sure, I want you to start with him." He held the Dual Swordsman out to Jack, almost urging him to take it.
Jack reached out for the card, but stopped his hand in mid-air. "Sorry, Dad," he said, regretfully, "but I have to be able to do this on my own. He looks like a great card, and your deck looks amazing, but I have to do this by myself. I hope you understand."
Jack's father smiled at his son, "Sure, Jack. I get it. You need to prove to yourself that you can win, not just to everyone else." Jack smiled weakly back at his father. At least he understands, he thought to himself.
"Hey! How about for now, we hang up the cards and worry about all that later," Mr. Gallagher suggested, re-casing his old deck back into its box and briefcase, then gently taking Jack's deck from his hand and placing it on top of his dresser, "What do you say we make a call to the kitchen and have them send up a nice, big pepperoni pizza? It's your favorite . . ."
Jack's smile got stronger suddenly, "Sure, Dad." With that, he jumped up off the bed and followed his father out of his bedroom.
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Yu-Gi-Oh! Duelists of Darkness
DISCOVERIES Part 3
Jack began his torturous gym class assignment the next day. He had decided beforehand to do his push-ups and sit-ups first, then began his laps, thinking they would be easier after the previous workouts. He was incorrect, but the only reason for this was because any time he stopped for longer than five seconds to catch his breath, Lemony would force him to start over. Fifty each of push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, jumping jacks, and laps was part of their duel wager yesterday, but this was not.
“Oh, no!” Lemony yelled mockingly as Jack stopped for breath for the tenth time; he had been on lap sixteen at the time, “Looks as though we’ll have to start you over, Jackie!”
The entire class laughed in spite of Jack’s pain. They all sat in the middle of the gymnasium, crowing and hooting at Jack and trying to trip him up at the turns. Jack’s shirt was covered in sweat, and he was heavily dehydrated, but he dare not stop, for he was now on his tenth lap, and he did not, by any means, wish to start over now.
But Jack had reached his physical limits. He could no longer go on, but he was being forced to by the corrupt coach’s aide. He couldn’t move anymore, and yet he did; he could barely breathe, but his body screamed for air; he needed water badly, but he continued running without that refreshing sustenance. Furthermore, he could no longer stand the laughing and mocking he was being subjected to from the surrounding students. It was torment gone berserk, and there didn’t seem to be a way out of it. It was a continuous stream of pain that Jack could not escape. Eventually, Jack’s body gave out entirely, and he stopped in the middle of his thirteenth lap, dropped to his knees, and passed out cold right before hearing more of Lemony’s jeering words.
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Jack woke up soon after, but came immediately to realize that he was not in the gymnasium. He was not even in school anymore. He sat up and looked at his surroundings; he was in some sort of dark, circular place, much smaller and more enclosed than the school gym. He could see no other sign of life in this mysterious room, and was starting to get frightened. He shuddered, as he abruptly realized that it was much colder than before, and stood to see if anything—or anyone—would react to his being there. When nothing moved, he took a step; nothing happened. Finally, eager to find something or someone that could explain this strange phenomenon to him, he called out in a slight whisper, “Hello?”
<So, you finally decided to show up!> called a voice from out of nowhere. Jack jumped, but relaxed when he realized that this voice was the same voice he’d heard in his head all day yesterday. The encouraging voice that he’d heard during his fiasco of a duel against Lemony, and the voice that stopped him from quitting Duel Monsters later that same day.
Jack looked around, trying to locate the owner of the voice. “Who are you?” he called out to the voice, eager for answers.
<I>, the voice replied, <am DarkZone. I am the ruler of a parallel dimension that exists alongside yours, and feeds off of the good and wholesomeness of your dimension. In return, we allow your dimension to exist by giving it the strength of our dimensional balance laws.>
Jack was confused almost immediately at the mystery voice’s words. “What? What are you talking about? Where am I?” he was getting more and more scared by the minute, and could not stand this dark room anymore.
Almost immediately after he spoke, a spotlight blazed forth from out of nowhere, casting its light over Jack. Taken by surprise, he raised an arm to shade himself, but moved it when he noticed a figure standing in front of him. The figure was very tall, taller than Jack, and (if it were possible) thinner than Jack as well. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood that covered his face in shadow, and held a great scepter in one scrawny hand. The scepter was topped with an illustration of a crescent moon.
“Good,” said the figure, who spoke with the mysterious voice Jack had been hearing, “now that we are face-to-face, let’s get a little deeper with this, shall we? Now, as I said, my name is DarkZone. I rule a dimension parallel to yours that requires the prevalence of goodness and purity to exist, and our laws of the dimensions keep your dimension safe in exchange. But as of late, there is a dimensional imbalance.”
Jack stared into the dark spot where DarkZone’s face should have been. “Imbalance?” he asked, even more puzzled.
DarkZone nodded, “Imbalance. You see, 5,000 years ago, great evil started spreading and growing throughout your dimension. Something we attribute to what we believe might have happened in your Egypt at that time. We were not able to easily detect purity in your dimension like we used to, and it’s only been getting worse by the millennium. So far, we’ve managed to survive, but we cannot hold on for much longer. That’s where you come in, James.”
Jack was beginning to make sense of the situation, but could not help but continue to feel bewildered. “What do you need me for? And how do you know my name?”
DarkZone replied, “We keep surveillance on your dimension from time to time, to make sure our source of survival still thrives. We need you, James, to clear the evil in your dimension away, so that we can detect your dimension’s pureness easier and our people can live. We cannot send our own people into your dimension, or the entire balance between our dimensions will be lost forever. The only way was to convince your people to exterminate your own evil, but your people are easily scared by the unfamiliar, so in the end, we decided on but one. One to wipe evil from your dimension and restore balance to both of ours.”
Jack had more questions still, “Well, if you can’t visit us in our dimension, how are we able to talk to one another?”
“Because, James,” DarkZone replied calmly, “there are many dimensions aside from yours and mine. This one is unused and completely devoid, so we can use it as often as we desire without harming the dimensional balance. It will not last forever, though . . .” DarkZone suddenly turned his head, seeming to drink in the surrounding area as if it were a place of fond memories.
Jack was still puzzled, “But what can I do? How do you get a small-town boy who can’t even talk to a girl to fight evil?”
DarkZone chuckled softly, “Simple, boy, simple. Evil manifests itself in many different ways over time, and during your time, a majority of your dimension’s evil has taken up refuge in the forms of people who engage in an activity you might be familiar with. I believe you call it ‘Duel Monsters’.
Jack’s jaw dropped. He was being asked by a dimensional monarch to challenge evil people to duels!
“Are you telling me,” asked Jack, skeptically, “that in order to defeat this evil in my dimension, I have to beat a bad person in a duel?!”
DarkZone said nothing; he merely nodded.
“But I can’t duel my way out of a cardboard box!” Jack protested, “How am I supposed to fight evil like that!”
DarkZone was in a long silence that gave the impression that he was smiling. Finally, he said, “Well, I guess you better swallow your pride, James, my boy.”
Jack’s eyes widened, but he had no further arguments, except for, “Well, how will I know where the evil is in people?”
DarkZone held up his scepter and merely said, “You will know, James. You will know . . .”
With that, DarkZone waved his upheld scepter, and the spotlight suddenly intensified, blinding Jack with its incredible brilliance. The light beat down on him so brightly and intensely, Jack collapsed back onto the ground in an unconscious heap.
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Jack woke up again to see someone looming over him, bringing what appeared to be the top of a water bottle to his mouth. Without conscious will, he sucked on the bottle, taking in the cool relieving water as if it were the last of it in the world. When his vision returned to normal, he saw that the person resuscitating him was Lacie.
He was weak from running, sore, drenched in sweat, dazed, and was still being pelted by laughter and taunting, but as long as he looked up into her eyes and knew for sure that she cared for him, none of that mattered. Not even the strange dark void with the mysterious cloaked man with an important message mattered to him. To him, the only important thing here was lying on the ground with his head in Lacie’s lap, being bottle-fed with water and slowly being brought back to his senses.
“You should all be ashamed of yourselves!” Lacie screamed admonishingly to the crowd, “Jack was one of your own, and now you’re treating him like garbage just because he couldn’t win a silly duel! How could you!”
None of them were listening to her, but just the fact that Lacie defended him was enough to make him smile again. He slowly picked his head up and looked around at the snide, taunting faces that surrounded him. One of them was definitely Lemony, except something was different about him. Something bizarre . . .
Lemony’s body was emitting a faint, black glow, like an aura, that surrounded him and extended about an inch away from his form. Jack gasped and squinted to see better, but the aura was not a hallucination. He definitely saw a black aura.
He then thought back to his vision: the dark room with the spotlight, and the cloaked figure describing an important mission to him, to seek out and defeat evil people in a duel. You will know, James, he had said, You will know.
This must be what DarkZone was talking about! Jack received an epiphany, This must be how I know when a person is evil! The aura was very faint, barely there, but Jack knew. Somehow or other, Jack knew that he had evil in him that needed to be extinguished for the sake of DarkZone’s dimension.
With all his strength, Jack stood up on his feet, stretched out a finger that pointed menacingly at Lemony, and said, in his deepest and most serious tone, “I challenge you to a rematch.”
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