The three of you slowly return to the party, thoughts and fears harbouring in your head. If this is all real, and that is a big fat 'if', then everyone in this house is in danger.
"Yeh wanna do it?" Jack hisses over at you, staring at the crowds of people who are thoroughly enjoying the party.
You shrug and notice the fire alarm beside the front door.
The siren blasts through the room loudly, breaking the party apart into more shouts of surprise and fear.
"What the-?"
"Weirdest party ever, man."
"A fucking fire? Really?"
Slowly, the guests file out of the room, shooting the three of you looks of distaste as if it's your fault that the apartment is allegedly 'on fire'.
"Jimmy." A single girl remains in the living room, she glances around erratically causing her cat ears to bounce over her red hair.
"Where's Jimmy? He didn't come back from the basement."
You sigh deeply and glare over at Mark and Jack. "You said something about a blood sacrifice?"
"I did." Mark nods solemnly. "Let's file this under, 'we done goofed, badly'."
"Really, exceptionally terribly." Jack agrees quickly before leading the three of you down to the basement.
You are about to push open the door, when you notice a dark, soupy liquid seeping from the crack under the door.
"Is that…blood?" You kneel down and poke the puddle with shaky fingers. It stains your index finger a deep scarlet.
"No?" Jack joins you on the floor.
You sigh again and get to your feet. "That's not a question that you're supposed to answer with another question."
Fortunately, Jimmy is lying on the floor of the basement. Unfortunately, without a head. Strange sigils and markings are scrawled crudely over the brick walls, you spin slowly on the spot trying to take everything in.
"Jesus Christ." You mutter under your breath. "This is fucking twisted, we need to call the cops."
Jack laughs humourlessly, and runs his fingers through his fringe. "And tell them what? That we accidentally released murderous demons in this house? Great fucking plan."
You scowl and cross your arms securely across your chest.
"What do you think Mark? Mark?"
He doesn't reply, not immediately anyway. After a few seconds of silence, he drops his head, and begins to chuckle against his chest with deep throated noises.
"Oh no." Jack stares at him and takes a few shaky steps back. "Mark, yeh okay buddy? Don't be a demon, please."
Mark slowly lifts his head to meet Jack's gaze. His body seems to have lost all color, like an old-timey photograph or horror movie. His eyes have a weird, glowing tint to them. He rolls his head slowly backwards, as if testing out his capability for motion.
"Hello, dear friends." His voice is just as you remember it, like it's being edited in real time. "I hope you enjoy the show, I know I will."
Jack gradually takes a step across to you, probably hoping that he can come to your protection without 'Demon-Mark' noticing. Unfortunately, Mark does notice, and with a simple flick of his grey hand, Jack is sent flying across the room. He hits the wall with a sickening thud and falls to the concrete flooring. You're hand flies to your mouth to stem the scream.
"Oh, please, we don't want anything inelegant to happen." Mark focuses his gaze on you, he takes a single, deliberate step forwards. "We don't have an awful lot of time together, after all, let's just enjoy it."
Jack takes this moment to stand up again, jumping between Mark and you.
"Ugh, for the love of God." Mark groans in frustration and holds up a palm, vaguely in Jack's direction, and twists it roughly to the left. Jack's head follows the same movements, and with a horrid crunch he falls limply to the floor.
You scream loudly, tears welling in your eyes. You can feel bile rising in your throat and you want to look away, but with some cruel and sickening power you can't seem to tear your gaze from Jack's crumpled body.
"I know, I know." Mark takes your hand and places a kiss on the inside of your wrist. You currently are too shaken to fight him. "It's just awful, he's dead, blah blah blah, he was such a good friend, and now he's dead."
