||[Nov. 25th, 2004|12:25 pm]
Yami no Malik
|||||Voltaire - When You're Evil||]|
Seven years darkness. Seven years in the shadows. Seven years locked away within the fragments of memories, tortured to wander down the same dark caverns every day only to never reach the exit and see the light of day.
Seven years unbroken silence, whispering to the shadows and hearing them return the voice.
Seven years can darken a person, but you can't go mucher darker than black.
How he had broken free was not something the tanned youth cared too greatly about. He suspected it must have had something to do with his lighter half. But he didn't care. All he knew was that he was free. Of course, it's not like he hadn't been out and about since that time. He had broken out quite earlier in his confinement, but it was only now he felt the true joy of committing crimes with his own hands.
Yami no Malik was not insane, as he would quite matter of factly tell you if you managed to get a word with him, but he was not, by any means, a sane person. A mercenary, an arms dealer, and a part time thief - not things that categorized sanity, but rather namesaked one who spit in the face of fear. And that, Yami no Malik did with gusto.
As he walked down the streets,covered by a dark jacket, he couldn't help but smile when the papers ran headlines advertising his best work. He was heading to meet someone to deliever a few of his finest blades. A queer location had been chosen, but he didn't bother to protest.