Okay, people, listen up...
A lot of you think that last chapter was a bad chapter. Maybe I screwed up. But that chapter was only to lead to this one.
And let me tell you...
This chapter was very hard to write.
Very hard.
I don't know if you'll like it or not. Master of Paradox hasn't even seen this. I dropped him as my beta reader after we had a fight a while back.
Anywho, this was hard work, and it was painful for me to write. If you wanted Russell to play the Seal last chapter, I'm sorry. The reason I didn't was, I had a different apex in mind for this story.
And this is it.
So read on.
[B][I]All right…
When I came here, I expected a duelist who meant us no good. I wasn’t wrong.
I expected answers from him regarding all the craziness. I wasn’t wrong.
I expected a duel in which The Seal of Orichalcos would be used. I wasn’t wrong.
Maybe I kind of even expected a Fiend Deck. Again, I wasn’t wrong.
However…
The biggest part of this whole situation…
Is something that NO duelist could have ever expected.
And right now… Well, I’m starting to expect a lot of other things, most of them very unpleasant…
[B][size=3]CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Saturday, October 2nd, 2106, 5:24 PM
As the afternoon slowly turned into evening, the three Chosen Ones were at a table on the Green.
“He tried to get you to play the Seal?” asked Trisha with a laugh. “Who’d be dumb enough to do that?”
Jason took The Eye of Timaeus from his side deck and looked at it intently.
“Trisha, somehow, I don’t really think it’s all that funny…” he muttered.
He stared at the card.
“And he doesn’t seem to think so either…”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Somehow he’s trying to tell me something…” he answered. “Not with words yet, but with some sort of feeling…”
Trisha turned back to a catalogue.
“Immortal of Thunder…” she read. “Imperial Order, Imperia… No Russell, there’s no card in here called Impact Revive.”
“Must have been some sort of custom card,” muttered Russell. “He said someone named Dartz used it. Odds are that this Dartz guy, whoever he is, is the key to something somehow…”
Valon, Alister, and Raphael were listening behind them, unseen as always, and words couldn’t describe how upset one of them was…
“Maybe you should go tell them…” said Valon to Raphael.
“And do what?” asked Raphael. “Ruin Yugi’s reputation?”
There was a pause.
“Good point…” answered Valon.
“Well, at least Russell didn’t play it…” said Alister with a shrug. “All’s well that ends well, eh?”
“Yeah, well I was scared!” snapped Raphael. “I even tried to grab that thing out of his hand… But I couldn’t… It had some sort of protection spell on it. They must have guessed I’d try something.”
“All’s well that ends well!” repeated Alister. “His plan didn’t work, and those three goons will likely think twice before…”
He stopped short.
“WATCH OUT!” he screamed to the three teenagers.
They fell off their benches, and heard something strike the center of the table.
They slowly got up and saw what it was…
A nasty-looking dagger had been embedded in the table, and impaled on it were three Duel Monster cards and a folded piece of paper.
“Uh…” muttered Trisha.
Jason grabbed the dagger and yanked it out of the table.
He turned white…
The three cards impaled on it were Vorse Raider, Nanobreaker, and Freed the Matchless General.
“Lovely…” muttered Jason, sarcastically. “That’s a subtle hint…”
“More like a challenge…” said Trisha.
He took the note. On it was written a simple sentence:
Be at a computer online at seven o’clock.
“Well…” said Russell. “It can’t hurt…”
[B]* * * * * * * * * *
At six-fifty-seven, all three of them were in Jason’s dorm room, and he was seated at his computer with the two of them watching.
They kept their eyes on the clock on the screen.
Slowly, it moved to six-fifty-eight…
Then to six-fifty-nine…
“Your firewall and anti-virus protection are up to date, right?” asked Trisha.
He nodded.
At seven o’clock on the dot, the ring that signaled the arrival of an instant message appeared.
Puppeteer2B wishes to chat, said the message on the screen.
“Puppeteer2B?” asked Russell. “What kind of online name is that?”
Jason clicked on it.
“Let’s find out…” he said.
”Who is this?” he typed.
[B]”The Puppeteer of Death,” came the response.
Jason paused.
”Interesting name,” he replied.
[B]”It suits me,” was the response.
Jason typed again.
”What do you want?”
Whoever was on the other end started typing a long message.
[B]”I’m someone who would have gotten to know you eventually, and there’s no time like present. I have a deal to make.
I can give you some valuable information about the strange phantasms that have been plaguing you and your fellow students. However, in return, I want a duel once that is done.
If you dare, meet me on the roof of the Milford Plaza Hotel at eleven. I’ll be waiting.
The message vanished.
“The Milford Plaza…” said Trisha. “The best hotel on Broadway…”
They looked at each other.
“We dare!” they all said at once.
[B]* * * * * * * * * *
Broadway…
The most glamorous and ritziest part of the city, just off of Time’s Square, the practical center of New York.
This was the tourist center of the city, and the hotels, restaurants, and theaters were all top notch.
As the night moved closer to midnight, clouds started to move in. People on the streets below grew worried, fearing rain…
…but few knew what was about to happen on the roof of Broadway’s best hotel…
[B]* * * * * * * * * *
It was almost eleven when the doorway to the roof of the Milford Plaza opened, and three teenagers holding Duel Disks walked onto the spacious place. The Plaza wasn’t the type of building where one comes to the roof often, so décor wasn’t much. Ventilation shafts and antennae were the only things up here.
“So, when’s the… Puppeteer getting here?” asked Russell.
A single Duel Monsters card fluttered down and landed at their feet.
Russell picked it up.
“All right…” said Russell, placing it in his jacket, “are you going to come out, or are we going to play games all night?”
He seemed to appear out of the shadows themselves – the man in the strange costume, hat, and odd mask covering his mouth and nose.
“Nice threads…” said Trisha with a smile. “Where’d you get them, a circus supply store?”
“Actually, yes,” said the Puppeteer. “This was more or less the costume I wore when I did a ventriloquist act for a small circus. I added the mask later for show…”
“So, you’re some out-of-work carnie…” muttered Jason. “I’m so frightened…”
The Puppeteer stared at him.
“The last time I worked at a circus…” he said, “was well over a century ago…”
They stared at him.
“Oo-kay…” answered Jason. “Maybe now I’m a little frightened…”
“Yes, circus life was good,” said the Puppeteer. “I got to travel, see the world, perform for people who found such things entertaining. But I wanted more… adventure, thrills… a bigger paycheck. So I did some research, and learned some things…
“Dark things… Frightening things…
“I delved into the occult, and learned how to summon… Specters…”
“Specters?” said Trisha. “Okay, now I’m freaked out…”
“Well, it was just a few minor manifestations at first…” continued the Puppeteer, “harmless little poltergeists who couldn’t do anything but make noises. But then I was hired by Maximillion Pegasus. He wanted a special specter, so he boosted my abilities with his Millennium Eye.
“What he wanted was an opponent for Yugi to face in his Duelist Kingdom, a special one. He wanted me to channel Seto Kaiba’s dark side… his evil self which Yugi had banished in their first confrontation.
“The plan was that this specter would defeat Yugi, not only through psychological warfare by posing as Kaiba’s restless, undead spirit, but with Kaiba’s powerful deck, which Pegasus had stolen.
“But things went… wrong. First, we didn’t count on the real Kaiba interfering. He wasn’t going to let anyone beat Yugi who wasn’t him, and certainly not some imposter who had stolen his cards. The meddler actually hacked into Pegasus’s system and sabotaged the dueling station where the duel was taking place…
“Not only did that give Yugi an advantage for a moment, I was… distracted, and couldn’t keep up the façade. Yugi saw the specter’s true face.
“I figured it didn’t matter – it was still using Kaiba’s deck, and if Yugi lost, Pegasus would still get what he wanted. So rather than abort the plan – like I would have done if I had been smart – I told the creature to keep dueling.
“Unfortunately, I underestimated Yugi on several factors. Dueling skill, craftiness, and magical power. In those days, I was far from the only one who foolishly underestimated him. He not only won the duel, he used his own Millennium Item to destroy the specter once he had…
“I was connected to that creature though a path of mental energy. When it was destroyed, my body was struck with a massive dose of Shadow magic…
“Darkness consumed my body and my mind… Was I still among the living? Apparently, Pegasus didn’t think so, because he had my body disposed of… He didn’t think much of it. It was one failed plan, and he had plenty more. And I was one less employee that had to be paid.”
“This is creepy…” said Trisha.
“If you think it’s creepy, Trisha, think how I must feel,” answered the Puppeteer. “For what must have been decades, my mind drifted in the ether, neither alive nor dead, and barely conscious.
“Eventually, a powerful individual whose identity I won’t reveal created a new body, a duplicate of my old one, and drew my essence into it. What you see before isn’t truly flesh, but shadows made solid.
“From that point on, I was a specter myself, but I could now be the Master Specter. With my old powers increased tenfold, I gained the ability to call forth the dark sides of deceased duelists from the past. You’ve met many of them so far…”
He paused.
“That’s the how,” muttered Russell. “Now we get to the why. Exactly why did you decide to cast such black magic and bring the spirits of the dead back to haunt the living?”
“Why?” asked the Puppeteer.
He stared at Russell for a few seconds.
He made a shrug.
“Why not?”
There was a long pause.
“That’s your reason?” asked Russell. “’Why not?’ That’s not a good reason…”
“Put yourself in my shoes, Russell,” said the specter. “I’m a regular Rip Van Winkle. My true life ended a hundred years ago. Everything and everyone I once knew is gone. The world I live in is a different and strange place… And my body doesn’t function like it once did. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, most forms of entertainment don’t amuse me.
“I had to find a way to cope. So when I was brought back, the one who did so needed use of my talents, and frankly, I didn’t have anything better to do. What else could someone like me do in this world? Find a new job?
“I mean, what would I put on my resume? Previous experiences: Using the black arts to call spirits? Reason for leaving old job: Miscast evil spell? If I went back to a circus, I’d scare the kids away.
“Frankly, I’m in a bad situation, and I’m making the most of it. Besides, I like what I’m doing. If nothing else, it gives meaning to my new life…
“Without the Orichalcos, my new life would be meaningless.”
He paused for a second.
“By the way, you might be wondering who Dartz was, since Cassius blabbed out that name…” he added. “We aren’t scared to tell you – we have nothing but contempt for him. I’ll tell you that he was the biggest egotist who ever lived.
“One hundred years ago, he thought that he was the one in charge of the first Orichalcos organization. He never realized that the one who was truly in charge was playing him for a fool and using him. Dartz wanted to destroy the world and remake it in his own image, but other plans were being made behind his back…
“He thought that his personal strategy was perfect. His whole deck of cards seemed unbeatable. His Monsters could not be destroyed or defeated so long as the Seal stood, and he had two additional Seals that gave him added powers.
“The fool didn’t know that those two additional Seals had fine print on them that he couldn’t read, thanks to the true source of their power. If he had won the final duel with the Pharaoh, the Orichalcos would have taken both of them. That was, of course, the true plan…”
They all stared at each other for a minute.
“Unfortunately, the King of Games threw a major monkey wrench into it. He actually found a way to destroy the Seal, something that the Master believed was truly impossible. Apparently, it wasn’t. I guess nothing in this world is impossible. I’m living proof of that.
“Not only was the Pharaoh victorious, Dartz was spared, every soul that the Orichalcos had taken was freed, and the Master’s plans were completely ruined. A new set of plans had to be started from scratch, which have taken a whole century to put to fruition.
“The specters I have created were only cannon fodder in that plan…”
“And they’ve given us nothing but trouble…” said Russell. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, Puppeteer of Death, but these hauntings end tonight.”
“Only if one of you can defeat me…” replied the Puppeteer.
He raised his arm, and a strange Disk appeared on it. Again, it wasn’t the standard Orichalcos Disk… It was bronze, and the tray somewhat resembled the wing of a bat.
The Puppeteer produced a deck and started to shuffle.
“You’ve had a great deal of luck so far, Chosen Ones,” he said, “but tonight…”
He placed the deck in his Disk.
“…it ends…”
“Enough talk!” snapped Russell. “You want a duel, I’ll be happy to oblige. I’ll take you down just like all the others!”
He stood to face the specter and his Disk activated.
“You’ll soon see,” said the Puppeteer, “that I’m not like the others.”
“DUEL!” they both shouted.
“Atten… shun!” shouted Russell.
[B](Russell: 8,000) (Puppeteer of Death: 8,000)
Thunder rolled…
“You may make the first move,” said the specter.
“I will…” said Russell, drawing his first hand.
He threw a card on his Disk.
“I summon Axe Raider, in Attack Mode!”
The armored barbarian holding his axe appeared. (1,700/1,150)
“Next, I’ll place two cards facedown, and end my turn.”
He played the two cards, and they appeared behind Axe Raider.
“Interesting…” said the Puppeteer.
He drew a sixth card, and then placed one on his Disk.
“I summon Gil Garth in Attack Mode,” he said.
An aura of darkness drifted onto the field, and a spooky form rose up. It was an evil looking creature made of metal, hunched over and holding a wicked-looking sword. It had no face, and yet it glared at Russell. (1,800/1,200)
“Oh, a Fiend…” muttered Russell, sarcastically. “What a surprise…”
“From what I can see, he’s a Fiend with 1,800 Attack Points,” said the Puppeteer, “and that’s exactly one-hundred points stronger than your Axe Raider. Gil Garth… attack with doom blade.”
Gil Garth raised its sword and flew at Axe Raider.
A grin appeared on Axe Raider’s face.
“I activate… Reinforcements!” exclaimed Russell, as his Trap Card lifted. “It gives 500 more Attack Points to one Monster on the field. So who’s stronger now?”
Axe Raider’s Attack Score rose up to 2,200. As Gil Garth swung with his sword, the Warrior caught it with his free hand…
Then he slashed his axe into the creature’s “skull”, and it blew to pieces.
“Ergh…” muttered the Puppeteer. “That wasn’t supposed to happen…”
He dropped a card into his Disk.
“I’ll end with one card facedown,” he said.
[B](R: 8,000) (PoD: 7,600)
“My draw!” said Russell, drawing a card.
He placed a card on his Disk.
“I summon Queen’s Knight in Attack Mode,” he said.
Queen’s Knight appeared on the field. (1,500/1,600)
“You activated my Trap,” said the Puppeteer, as his Trap Card lifted. “Selection of Ark.”
The Trap Card was a new one to Russell. The art showed Noah’s Ark under a cloudy sky.
“What does that do?” he asked.
“This Trap is activated when you summon a Monster whose Type matches that of a Monster who is already on the field,” started the Puppeteer, “which you did because both those Monsters are Warriors. Then I pay 1,000 Life Points…
“And as a result… Queen’s Knight dies.”
A blast of energy shot from the Trap Card, striking Queen’s Knight! She screamed in pain, and then was blown to pieces.
“Heh, heh…” chuckled the Puppeteer. “This would have worked against Trisha too, in case you didn’t notice. Bottomless Trap Hole only works on Monsters with at least 1,500 Attack Points. The regular Trap Hole, 1,000 or more. But this card works on anything if you’re facing the right opponent.”
“Seems this guy is no slouch…” said Jason.
“Don’t worry,” said Trisha. “He still has Axe Raider.”
“Right…” growled Russell. “Axe Raider, attack directly!”
Axe Raider lifted his axe and leapt at the Puppeteer, slamming his axe into his chest. The specter grunted and staggered backwards.
“That’s my turn…” said Russell. “Want more?”
[B](R: 8,000) (PoD: 4,900)
“Yes…” said the Puppeteer, drawing a card.
He added it to his hand and chose another one.
“No more fooling around,” he said.
A Field Slot opened on his odd Disk.
“I play the Seal of Orichalcos!”
Lightning flashed, and both Jason and Trisha were thrown back as the evil Field materialized.
“He had that card in his hand from the start!” gasped Trisha. “He was just toying with Russell!”
“You guys catch on fast,” said the Puppeteer, who was now sporting the cursed symbol on his forehead.
Russell glared at his foe.
“I thought you guys couldn’t use the Seal,” he said. “None of your… specters have.”
“You have to have your soul with you to use the Seal,” said the Puppeteer. “The lesser specters don’t have theirs with them. But as the Master Specter, I have mine, and I’m fully capable of using it.
“Next, I will place one card facedown, and also a Monster in Defense Mode.”
A facedown Monster and a facedown card appeared.
“The countdown to your demise begins in earnest. I end my turn.”
Russell drew a card.
“Axe Raider, attack his facedown Monster!” he shouted.
Axe Raider charged…
A slimy, purple sphere covered with filth appeared on the card, and burst.
Purple gas started to cover Russell’s side of the field, and he started to cough.
“What the…” he sputtered.
“That was a Giant Germ, Russell,” said the Puppeteer. “Since you destroyed it, not only do you lose 500 Life Points, but I get to summon two more from my deck.”
Two more Giant Germs appeared. (1,000/100) –> (1,500/100)
“Fine…” muttered Russell, wiping away the residue. “I end my turn…”
[B](R: 7,500) (PoD: 4,900)
The Puppeteer drew a card.
“I activate Call of the Haunted,” he said, as his Trap Card lifted.
Gil Garth rematerialized, and the Seal formed on its forehead. (1,800/1,200) –> (2,300/1,200)
“Well, let’s see…” said the Puppeteer. “I could attack with all my Monsters and deal you 3,600 Life Points of damage this round…”
He took a card from his hand.
“…but where would be the fun in that?”
He held up a card.
Lightning flashed…
“I know that for a guy like me, a Fiend Deck seems a natural,” he said. “But actually, I had a reason for using this theme other than personality.
“I sacrifice all three of my Fiends to summon my ultimate weapon…”
Lightning flashed again…
[B]* * * * * * * * * *
Dr. Artemis sat at her desk with her chin on her hands.
She was startled, as a feeling rushed through her… She stood up.
She turned to the window, and lightning flashed again.
“A force of darkness has been unleashed…” she said. “Unholy energy… Something has been created that shouldn’t have…
“Evil unlike any the world has seen in decades…
“Whoever you are that is facing it…
“God help you…”
Continued…