Sean was sitting at his desk, playing with mark, bob and wade. He sips a glass of water and coughed away from the microphone to make sure not to mess with the stupid audio. His head felt lighter than a feather, his stomach hurt and frankly the game they were playing was making him dizzy. "I wasn't MOVING HOW DID YOU FIND ME?!" Mark yelled into the microphone seans ears ringing. "Guys, can you try not to yell, I feel sick." He said and leaned back in his chair. Mark looking over at Skype. "Sure dude, are you alright?" Sean shrugged and sniffled. "I think it's just a cold. Nothing to worry about." He said and shuts his eyes. After a few minutes of playing there was a scream and loud thud. Mark jumped startled. "Jack? You alright?" Mark looked at the second screen on his desk, Sean's microphone, connection and video missing. "Sean?" Bob asked and mark pulled up their chat looking at the screen. "Guys can anyone hear jack?" Mark asked and looked at the random letters on the screen. "The hell? Y0u n3x7" mark grabbed his phone, giving Sean a call. "He's not answering his phone." "Maybe he's in the bathroom." Wade said, mark just looking down at his phone.
Sean was laying on the floor in front of his desk, wires unplugged and headphones laying around his neck gently. He twitched every now and then before having a full on seizure. He shakes and hands curl inward near his chest, as his head and feet thump against the carpet, foam dripping from his mouth onto the carpet. Sean finally stopped, laying calmly against the ground, not breathing, His phone vibrating behind him as mark called for the 7th time.
Mark taps his fingers against his seat, looking up at the connection lost icon and then hearing Sean's voicemail. "This is Sean, sorry I can't answer the phone right now. I might be recording. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." Mark set his phone down and stares at it for a while.
Sean inhaled sharply, back arching off the floor as he takes in the cold breath, he sits up and gripped the front of his shirt, saliva dripping from his lip. He runs a hand through his hair, vision blurry. "Wha- what's going on?" He thought having no control over his body as it stands up, heading to the mirror. He looked into the dark, pitch black eyes. A tint of green in the right one. He shakes his head vision slowly returning. A bright green iris with a blue pupil looking back at him. He let's out a scream and falls back before he loses control of his body again. Screaming in agony as his ears begin to point more at the top, blood dripping from his right eye. He hears his phone go off and grabs it, answering immediately. "Mark! Thank god! I need hel-" before he can get the word out he begins choking. He drops the phone and blood drips from his mouth. He covered it and squints his eyes, fangs ripping through his teeth. Mark stands up, running to grab pants. "I'll be at your hotel soon!" He hangs up and pulled on a black coat. He runs out to his car, climbing in quickly.
Anti stands up and rolled his neck to pop it. "I like this meat suit better." Grabbing the phone, He stepped out of the puddle and heads to the closet pulling on a black suit and green tie. He walked out to the main area of his hotel room and glanced out the window where the paramedics were. He leaves the room and walked up the stairs, paramedics and mark rushing to the room. Anti heads to the roof where a man is standing with a cigarette. He smiled maliciously and stepped forward. "Those are bad for your lungs you know." He said and the man glanced up. "Fuck off." Anti gripped the man by the ribs, ripping him open. He grabbed the mans lungs, ripping them out in front of him. "See what I mean. Bad for you." Blood stains his hands and down his arms as the man dies. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the mans pockets, lighting one and sticking it between his lips, blowing out smoke.
Mark gets to the room, blood all over the blanket, floor behind the desk and in the bathroom. A Smear of his hand print on the door handle. The cops begins doing a whole investigation now. Anti walking down the road in a suit, hair slicked back as he smiled at random women and men. Sean smacked against the walls of his mind trying to get out. This was not going to end well
