"Ye told me she vould be fine." Doctor. Schneeplestein says in an angry German Irish accent as he stitches up the very painful stab wound in my shoulder. He had rushed over to us the minute the others had left the room with a worried expression on his face.
The Doctor wastes no time, and soon my torso is bare. I'm not entirely comfortable with someone seeing me like this, but Dark has, thankfully, left my bra on, and besides, Schneeplestein is a doctor, so it's okay. Right?
I shudder at the feeling of needle and thread being pulled through my skin. Everything is still coming through secondhand, like a phantom sensation. The stab wound has dulled to a throbbing ache, but it's nothing compared to the feeling of phantom stitches being tugged through my skin.
The wound might not be painful to me, but Dark is flinching and clenching his teeth as he speaks. He flinches again as the needle makes another pass through the skin, trying to stay as still as possible to prevent unnecessary movement of the thread. "Yes, well, that was before Anti found out what I was doing. He threatened to tell Them what I was planning if I didn't include him in this whole ordeal. I can't afford to look weak in front of a shark like Anti. I had to improvise when she proved to be more loyal and far stronger than I originally thought."
"I told ye zat she could not be easily svayed. Vat did ye do ta zis poor child? If I had known zis is vat vould happen zen I never vould have agreed ta help."
"I did nothing to cause everlasting harm to the body. What I did was done purely to the mind." He grunts a little as the Doctor pulls a little roughly at the thread.
"Zen, I shall assume zat ze vounds and scarring covering her shoulder vas done by Anti. Zat does not explain ze ozher problems." I hear the sound of scissors cutting something, and then the Doc is standing in front of us, an angry and sharp clinical look in his eyes as he gives us a once over. "Eyes sunken in. Large bruising under ze eyes. Ze skin is less ply. She shows signs of severe dehydration. Ye have been vith her far longer zen a few days. She should not be in zis state."
"Tell him, Dark. Tell him all about the little torture sessions you and Anti decided to have with me because I wouldn't play along." I croak out as he slowly sits back in the chair, trying to find a comfortable position that won't aggravate the wound.
Dark sighs, "It was never supposed to be this way, Bri. You were never supposed to get hurt."
I snort, but the Doctor reaches out and grabs our chin turning our head in various ways before staring deep into my eyes. It almost feels as though he is trying to search for me through the eyes. He sighs and lets go.
"I can't get a proper diagnosis. Zere is too much of ye in her ta know how hurt she actually is. I need ye ta separate yourself from ze girl before I can do anyzing more."
"Right now, I am the only thing keeping her alive. If I leave for too long, she will die, Doctor." Dark says through gritted teeth as he looks up at the man in the white Doctor coat.
"I can not help her if I can't see her properly. Separate yerself as much as ye are able ta." The Doctor rolls his eyes and runs a hand through faded green hair.
Dark sighs and grips the arms of the chair for just a brief moment before standing up.
It feels like I'm being ripped in two as Dark's form starts to separate from mine. I can't stop the scream of pain that erupts from my mouth, Dark seeming to echo my cry as he struggles to stand up with his own body. Whatever tether he's put up to keep us together seems to be working against him. It's like sticking your body in molasses, hugging somebody, and then trying to pull yourselves apart. He has to fight for every inch.
The more he pulls away, the more in control I feel until, finally, I am me again. And I absolutely regret it. I hurt all over and not in the I just had a hard workout way either. Exhaustion, dehydration, starvation, and all my many injuries leave me gasping as I try to breathe through everything.
Doctor. Schneeplestein looks at the thick strand of vaporous darkness coming from Dark's chest and stretching between the both of us as it is attached to the spot where my heart is. The Doctor stares at the swirls of red and blue amidst all that black before looking at Dark with a raised eyebrow, his face full of questions. Dark can only glare at him, his face too full of pain as he bends over with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his own breath.
"Vell, vell. Maybe zere vas anozer reason fer not vanting ta separate yerself?"
"Tread…..carefully….Doctor." Dark gasps between words.
"Yes, yes. Ye are so very much a poverful person. Now, Mr. Tough Guy, may I check on ze girl?"
Dark gives a shooing motion before wearily sitting down in another chair. That thick strand between us never growing taut as we move.
"Now, let me get a real look at ye. Can ye tell me vat hurts?" Doctor. Schneeplestein starts to poke and prod at, mostly around my ribs making me flinch and gasp in pain.
I smack his hand away angrily as I stare Dark down. "How can you help HIM? I thought you were supposed to be one of the good guys Doc?"
"I told you that this was never supposed to happen. No one was supposed to get hurt." Dark says wearily.
Anger swirls inside me at that. How dare he say something like that when he is one of the reasons I am the way I am now. I turn and look at the Doctor, who seems confused and just a little scared now. "You want to know what hurts? Everything. Ask him what he did to me. What he let Anti do to me." I glare at Dark.
"If you had just said yes at the beginning instead of fighting me every step of the way. None of this would have happened. I was trying to spare you from a worse fate." Dark says as if that excuses everything.
"If I had said yes? You didn't even ask me! You have done nothing but threaten and try to intimidate me. When your little plan didn't work because I ran away, you sent Anti after me. Do you even know what he did? DO YOU?!" White hot rage courses through my body as I stand and slowly walk closer to him.
"I've been electrocuted and drowned. Sometimes at the same time. I was starved and dehydrated. I was stabbed repeatedly, and then he cauterized the wound when I started losing too much blood. When the pain got to be too much, and I finally passed out there, you were in the darkness waiting with a different kind of torture! I can't even trust my own eyes because of you! It's your fault that I will never be me again! It's your fault I'll never be able to trust my best friend! How can I when you tricked me a million different times? I TRIED TO BE YOUR FRIEND, AND ALL I GOT IN RETURN WAS TORTURE!" I'm screaming at Dark by the time I get to his chair. He's all but cowering. It'd be funny any other time, but right now, all I can see is red. I have this seemingly never-ending pit of rage that's fueling me, and not all of it seems to be mine.
"I HATE MARK AND WISH I'D NEVER MET HIM IN THE FIRST PLACE!" That startles me, making me pause in surprise. I didn't hate Mark. I love him. He'll always be my best friend. Why would I say such a thing?
"That rage you're feeling? It's not yours, Bri. This bond I've created is corrupting us both. Look at what it's doing to you." Dark says as he sits up a little straighter in his chair. With a flick of his wrist a full length mirror appears beside him.
The...thing in that mirror can't be me. It looks terrifying. She looks like..A monster.
My hair looks like it's been dipped in a black hole with as black as it is and it's floating around as if there is no gravity. My eyes are like charcoal and my skin seems to be even paler than before. I look like a broken porcelain doll with the way the black spiderwebbed cracks trail over my face and down my arms. My nails are more like claws that drip inky darkness. The worst part is that I'm not even on the ground anymore. I'm hovering 2 inches above it. I never even noticed this change. Shouldn't I have noticed?
The rage is rapidly pushed away by this sight, and I'm instead filled with fear. I look at Dark only to find him standing next to me with an almost sympathetic expression on his face.
"What's happening to me?"
Exhaustion sweeps over me, and my vision goes dark as I reach out for someone, anyone, to help me.
Dark's POV
"Vat vas zat?!" Doctor. Shneeplestein exclaims as I shut the bedroom door behind me. After catching Bri, I put her in one of the upstairs bedrooms to rest. After everything she's been through, she deserves a respite from all of this.
"That was my rage and power being funneled through our connection. This entire thing has been an absolute disaster all because I want to be free of Mark." An absolute fucking disaster. All because I dare dream of a bit of freedom. That incomprehensible and never-ending rage that Bri felt tries to break free from the cage I have it shoved in. I have to take a few deep breaths to calm myself.
"Zat came from ye? Ye have far more control zen I zought. I applaud ye fer yer control, but zat still doesn't answer vhy she could do zat."
It's all I can do not to scream. "You understand the bond we all share with our creator's, correct? I had no such bond with her. I had to force a connection by giving her small pieces of myself. Except I poured too much of myself, poured too much power into her. I have a connection now but it's a different kind because I was never supposed to bond to her. The longer we are bonded, the more we fuse together. I fear that the pieces I forced into her have somehow become fused with her essence." Dread and the start of a headache have me rubbing my temples as I lean against the door. I just need this to be over with.
"If zat is ze case, zen zat vill explain how she can use yer pover. Does zis go vone vay or are ye experiencing her emotions also?"
"Unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, I am. I haven't felt certain emotions since the creation of Who Killed Markiplier and now I'm getting whiffs of things like love and compassion. I feel almost… human again." Some of these emotions actually hurt and I had forgotten that. It's been so long since I've felt anything but rage and hate that it's almost too much to handle. Maybe if I was just Celine or Damien it would be different.
"Yes, zat does explain some zings. Ye do look softer somehow, and yer others are a lot less cold." He motions to me in general, but he must be talking about Celine and Damien's auras. "I can see vhy Anti would see that as a veakness. He has never understood ze softer emotions."
The Doctor thinks for a moment before concern crosses his face. I can see the ceaseless questions forming in his eyes, and I know what some of them are before he even asks.
"If ye and Bri have such a strong bond, do ye still have vone vith Mark?" He asks.
"I can feel it but as though it's far away. It's barely holding in place, and I fear if this other bond gets much stronger, it will sever it completely." I already tire of these questions, but he is one of the few good allies I have. He's also one of the few good doctors around and might be able to help if something goes horribly wrong.
"Vat vill happen ta yer plan if that bond is severed? Vill da machine vork on yer bond vith Bri? I vill not let zis happen if it hurts her. She has been hurt enough!" His concern for her is overwhelming, and a pang of sadness and pain strikes me in the heart.
"Don't worry, Henrik. Some of the Sander sides volunteered to test the machine as long as the process could be reversed. It's painless as far as I could see, and we haven't seen any adverse reactions. If it does come to using it on her, then Madpat will do some testing to make sure there is no adverse reaction to either of us."
"Good, good." He says, looking down at the floor for a minute before giving me a wry smile. "Fer a cold and manipulative character, yer very meticulous vhen it comes to hurting ozhers. Yeh cause as little pain as possible."
Now, this is getting into uncomfortable territory,"""It'shaven'tdon't""Don't""I'mdon't" I have no desire to discuss feelings, especially my own. Thankfully, the shadows save me from answering as the hallway starts to loudly whisper. It's not great news and a wild and cold fear passes over me at the news they bring.
Looking around, Shneeplestein stares at me worried. "Vat? Vat has happened?"
"Natemare is helping Mark now. Phantom broke through the shielding Marvin put up to keep Anti out. Anti was able to get in and now Matt is severely injured. He's losing blood quickly and they need you more than she does right now."
Guilt adds itself to the boiling pot of emotions just below the surface. Anxiety starts to work itself in when I remember the warning. I grab the man by the shoulders, "Anti has something planned and it's serious enough that Sean managed to break through to warn us. He took over again before Sean could tell us what it was. It's bad enough that he asked me to kill him before we use the machine.
There's a possibility that they'll stop me before I can use the machine. I don't know what will happen to me but what I do know is that you need to keep Bri away from Anti. He's taken an interest in here that will kill her. I need you to make sure that Bri goes with you. She'll need help that a regular hospital will ask questions about." Something hard has settled into my chest and the feeling is something I've never experienced before. It causes me pain and makes it hard to breathe.
Shneeplestein is startled but is listening intently to what I'm saying. "Dark, calm down. I'll take care of Matt and if somezhing does happen zhen I shall take care of Bri. Ye need ta calm down before ye have a panic attack. If yer able ta experience a wider variety of emotions zen, I zink it is safe ta say ye will be experiencing ze negative and ze good. Take some deep breathes."
By this point, I'm almost leaning on the Doctor. My head is swirling with all the ways things can go wrong. I'm barely able to pay attention to what he's saying. A fog has settled in my head, and I can't think. Whatever this is, it is too much. Something happened to my connection with Bri, and now it's rebounding back to me, and it's something I have no clue how to handle.
My skin feels two sizes too small. What is happening to me? The hallway seems so much smaller than it is, and the darkness that is my home seems oppressive. I gasp for air but my lungs never seem to have enough. I'm choking on the fear of it all. The walls tremble. I'm shaking. It's all wrong. Something is wrong.
The sound of skin against skin reverberates in the hallway. Every thought, every emotion pauses as I blink and stare at Schneeplestein.
"Dark? Can ye hear me?" Schneeplestein stares at me with concern.
Straightening up, I clear my throat. "Thank you, Doctor. I... I don't know what happened,, but I'm fine now. You need to go." I wrap that cold, arrogant aura around me like a cloak and turn away.
Schneeplestein grabs the crook of my arm gently, making me pause. "Let go of me, Henrik. Don't you have a life to save?"
"Now, don't be zis vay. Ye are feeling zhings zat ye haven't dealt vith before. It's going ta be overwhelming."
"Just go, Henrik. We both have things to do." I jerk my arm out of his grasp, keeping my back turned.
I hear him give a small sad sigh and then a ripple as he goes through the dark portal.
My shoulders slump, and that cold strength I wrapped around myself fades. I'm not sure how much more of this Bri and I can take. I need this to be finished and over with before we lose who we are as individuals.
With a weary sigh, I stand taller, smooth my suit down, and continue to the study where Google is.
He's sitting at the large oak desk staring blankly at the wall, probably working on a calculation. He doesn't acknowledge me when I enter, but he knows I'm here. "Ok, Google. Are the calculations correct? Will it work?"
He blinks and glances up at me. "By my calculations, there is a 63.391999999% chance it will work."
Well… that's a lower percentage than I expected. This does put things into an even terrible perspective. I'm glad I had the foresight to give Schneeplestein that warning when I did. Why? Why must everyone be so difficult?
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I ask Google. "What actions will increase that percentage?"
"Disposing of Bri and Antisepticeye will considerably increase your chance of success by 25%."
"Well, that isn't feasible for different reasons. Is there anything in my abilities I can do?"
"Lure Mark to the location by using Bri as bait."
An even more unsavory choice. I suppose this means I'll have to make do with what I have. This truly is not my day for good news.
Sighing, I ask two more questions. "What about the bridge? Will it hold?"
"There is a 89.55578% chance."
A small bit of light in the darkness. "Thank you, Google. You've been helpful. You may return to Madpat now."
Google stands in one smooth motion and swiftly goes through the rippling shadows along the wall. Leaving me alone once more.
A moment of despair flickers through me making me look at the ceiling where Bri will be resting. "It looks like we might be each other's company for far longer than originally anticipated."
Anti's pov
Who does that fancy piece of gobshite think he is? Fucking twat shite is what he is. Just wait until ye're not holed up in yer Void. Let's see who's more powerful then. Treating me like yer gods damned errand boy.
I can taste the static on me tongue as I travel through the currents of electricity. Bouncin along the currents connected ta TVs, cameras, laptops, pretty much anything that can use the internet. I've seen everything there is ta see. Not much use ta me, and most is boring as hell, but the scares I can give are worth it.
"Let me out! Anti! Ye can't keep me locked away forever!" Sean starts yelling at me, banging at the mirror-like cage he's trapped in. I can't wait until I can kill the little shite off fer good.
The mirror is splintered like a spiderweb with thin cracks all over it. It won't be much longer before the little pest breaks out and I'm forced back in. I'm already ready ta stab someone but listening ta the bird brain is pissin me off more. "Ye can't make me go b̴̖̀a̶̮̾c̸͍̒k̴̳̎. Once we get Mark, ye and he will be h̸͚͠ḯ̴̼ś̴̙t̴̞̂o̶̲̊r̶͚̆y̷̥̔, and we won't have ta listen ta ye buggers anymore." I snarl at him and continue to walk.
"Dark is on ta ye now, arsehole. I made sure of that. He'll think twice before letting ye get near Bri. Even if ye do manage ta separate yerself from me completely, ye'll never get ta her. Between Marvin and Dark yer shite outta luck." That smug little bastard thinks he's so smart. Just wait and see. He thinks he knows what me final game plan is, but in reality, he only has a glimmer.
"Ye have no idea how much luck I have. D̷̊͜ị̷̇d̷̖͠ ̸͋͜y̸͔͌ẽ̶̫ ̶͔̚r̷͛ͅē̶̝a̶̯̚l̶̦̓l̴̢̓y̸̺͠ ̸̰̄t̸͍̿h̸͖̒i̴̥͆n̶̖̓ǩ̵͔ ̶̬͗ṫ̷̰h̶̰̕a̶̟͝ṫ̶͙'̵̻̒s̶̮̊ ̸̳̄a̵͔͊ḷ̸͛l̶̘̃ ̴͎̑I̷̥̍ ̸͇̊w̵͓͊à̷̖s̵̲͝ ̴̫͋a̷̝̔f̵̼͌t̸̠̽e̷̫͛r̴̘̿?̵̬̅ Sure, Bri's fear smells great and she can take so much more pain than anyone else I've met but it was never really about her. I'll have all the playthings I can ever want once I get rid of ye. So sit down and shut the fuck u̵̥̽p̸̭͊." If I don't get rid of the annoying twit I'll have to go find someone ta play with just ta release all this anger.
Thankfully, he finally shuts up and just in time. We've arrived at our destination.
Marvin still has those damn protective spells running. There's no way I can get in but maybe if I set the place on fire it'll get them running like a mouse caught in a trap. With a plan in place, I glitch outta the traffic camera and walk across the road. I barely make ta the other side when I see a corner of the house start ta ripple. It's completely covered in shadows by the thick amount of trees in the yard. I step closer only ta realize there's a hand coming out.
Fuckin Dark! I don't need his little minions helping and getting in my way! He probably sent a bunch of useless shadow puppets. FUCK!
I expected shadow puppets but what steps out is Natemare and Phantom. I don't trust either of them, and they both know it.
"Anti, how curious. I had no idea you would be joining us this evening. With the way Dark was talking, I had assumed you had tucked tail and run. What a pleasant surprise." Phantom walks out of the shadows closer ta me swinging his stupid magic staff around casually.
"Póg Mo Thóin, Phantom. Ye both can go back ta the arsehole and tell him ta shove it. I've got it under control." I'm poking him in the chest by the time I'm done. All I need is one good excuse, and I'll be puttin my knife deep in his throat.
"Unless you've suddenly become a magic user, I don't think you're up to taking on Marvin." Mare walks up beside Phantom, giving off a grin. He's always smiling. For no reason. Almost like he's laughing at a joke nobody else knows.
He's got a point. I can't crack the protective shell around the house.
I really fucken hate magic.
Rolling my eyes, I extend my arm, knife in hand, and take a step back. "Well, after ye. Unless ye plan on standing there all day?" I say as sarcastically as possible. I really hate these pricks.
Strumming the guitar, Mare goes ta the front of the house quietly followed by Phantom. A quick glance between the two of them, and Mare starts ta play some kinda tune. It's a deep fast beat that ye can feel in yer chest. A tune that makes ye want ta do violence. Riot. Murder. Anything to get the itching under yer skin ta stop. A feeling of pure bloodlust. Tension fills the air like the world is a cup and Mare is slowly filling it up.
Dark purplish swirls of smoke start ta surround Phantom as he chants his weird magic language. I can't understand a damn thing he's saying but whatever the magic is also seems ta add ta the tension. The smoke starts ta float towards the house only ta be stopped by an invisible barrier. Doesn't stop the smoke from spreading over the entire thing.
Mare and Phantom pause and the world seems ta take a deep breath. It's like waiting for that last drop that makes the liquid overflow. Strumming another beat, Mare starts ta sing.
"Come on. Come on. Let's play a game. Stop hiding like prey. It's a hunt I want and you're the victim today.
Come on. Come on. Why so afraid? The faster you're out. The faster we play."
That tension explodes in a shower of power and magic, breaking the barrier keeping me out.
"Fuckin showoffs!" I tell the two of them with a wicked grin.
I run and glitch inta an electrical cable leading inta the house. It's exhilarating to bounce from one thing ta another. Dark's got nothing on me as I make the house look like a rave party just hit. I can still hear Mare playing his music outside. I can hear that idiot Mark and his friend yelling out. Scared. Confused.
"Aw. Is little Markimoo scared? He should be." I cackle as I step inta a tv screen. It's harder ta see out a TV than a laptop or anything with a camera. I can do it, it's just harder. Poor little Matt is in a corner shaking like a leaf holding a steak knife. Like that's gonna, do anything ta me. Mark, on the other hand, is holding a baseball bat. Better but still not enough ta hurt me.
"This is getting a little old, Anti! Come on out so I can knock some sense into you!"
"Well, ye're just as much fun as the edge lord. Where's the magician at? Hiding away so he can trap me?" I sneer.
"Why don't you come out and see. Unless you're the one afraid? You must be out of time by now. Surely, Sean has almost fought his way out by now?" Mark says.
Of course, Sean takes that minute ta start banging away. I see a small piece of the mirror fall away, and suddenly I'm the one behind that damn mirror.
"Mark, RUN!" That damn pest screams out ta his buddy. "Natemare and Phantom are working fer Dark! Ye gotta run before they catch ye!"
I scream in rage and frustration. I'm so close ta getting what I want, and I'll be damned if this bitch stops me from getting it. I push everything I have into getting out, and the mirror shatters before it can fully form around me. Sean can't say another thing before being pulled back in.
Laughing like an absolute lunatic, I glitch out of the tv and stand in front of Mark. "Ya, Mark. Go ahead and run. See where that gets ye now."
"So this is Anti? I think I like Dark better. This one seems like an idiot. He's great for a light show but not much else, huh?" Matt seems ta have found his courage.
Little fuckin twit.
I snarl, and before Mark can do more than yell, I've appeared in front of the little arsehole. Grabbing him by the throat, I slam him inta the wall. Matt yelps and drops his measly knife as his back hits the wall. Taking me knife, I stab it into his arm and twist. He screams out, and I gotta admit that it's a pretty good scream. Something ye'd hear straight outta a horror movie. I start ta slash at his stomach but only manage ta get a semi-deep nick when I get whacked upside the head by that damned bat.
"Get off him, Anti!" Mark yells out.
So I do. I let go of Matt, and he scurries off like a scared little spider and face Mark, who is back in a defensive position. "Well, come on and gimme yer best shot. Dark wants ye back alive, but he didn't say ye couldn't be bloodied up a bit."
That makes him gulp, and I give a wicked grin. I take a step forward, but an explosion flings us both backward. What used ta be the front door is raining down in bits of wood around us. Dust is everywhere, and I feel like I'm choking on it. Sunlight comes streaming in the huge newly made hole.
"What the f̶u̵c̷k̶?̸."
"What happened?"
We say at the same time, looking at the entrance. Natemare comes through the opening, strumming something low and slow on his guitar. He looks at me and glares before looking at Mark. Da fuq was that look fer?
"Hey, you ok? Where's the other dude at? Marvin says Jackieboy is on his way. I'll take care of Static here while you go find your friend." Mare walks inta the room while Mark shuffles backward like a crab. He finally gets up and runs after the scared bleeding little spider. That traitorous bitch walks further towards me ta cover Mark's escape.
"I knew we couldn't trust ye. Always a little softer on them than everyone else. Fine. I'll destroy ye just like I'll kill them."
Shadows are going crazy all over the place. Zipping around the walls in crazy patterns and the walls that are covered in shadows start ta ripple. I look around confused then look at Mare, "This shit yer doin?" He shakes his head looking just as confused. "I figured as much. What the fuck is Dark's bitch arse doin over there?"
A fast strum comes from Mare's guitar bringing me back to the fight at hand. "I think you better be looking after yourself instead of worrying about him. He'll get his soon enough."
"Well then. Let's dance." I run towards him with me knife at the ready.
He dodges my attack steadily strumming faster and faster at his guitar. I can feel my bloodlust rising, always ready just below the skin. Just itching ta dig me knife deep inta some poor fool and let all that beautiful blood free.
"Feel yourself losing control in the bloodlust that seems to be all that you know. Your heartbeat getting faster and faster as you spiral into your own self made disaster.
Come on, Anti. Are you feeling the pressure? Maybe it's time you had a little refresher.
Run on home, this ain't your Wonderland. You'll never be anything more than a second rate stagehand."
My blood boils as Mare sings, and I can feel myself being amped up. This is one reason I never trusted him. He can fuck with yer emotions with that stupid voice of his and that stupid guitar. I'm gonna break that damn guitar if it's the last thing I do.
I lunge at him, but he steps ta the side making me miss. I slash towards him and manage ta get a good cut along his bicep. He flinches, and it makes him miss the next notes. My head clears fer a moment before he steadies again. I glitch behind him, managing to stab him in the shoulder before he turns. Mare cries out in pain. Now, that's the kinda music I like ta hear.
At least that damned music has stopped. Unfortunately, Mare decides ta swing his guitar right at my head.
"Matt? Mark? Vhere are ye? Ve haven't ze time ta vaste." That sounds like Schneeplestein.
"He shouldn't be here?" I was right. Dark is going soft.
That one moment distracts me enough that the guitar slams inta the side of my face, flinging me sideways. I get thrown over a couch, and holy shit, does that hurt. Who knew a guitar could pack such a punch. It takes me a few minutes ta collect myself, but now I have a splitting headache. Standing up, I snarl at Mare and glitch into the electricity.
Bouncing from socket ta TV ta lamp has Mare spinning as he tries ta keep me in his sights. I glitch out from the security camera in the kitchen and grab my knife that's still in his shoulder, pulling it downwards. The sound of ripping flesh sounds so melodic when added ta his beautiful screams of pain. Blood starts gushing down his back and flowing over me hands, painting them red.
I pull the knife out, and poor little Mare crumples ta the ground. I didn't even do much ta him before he collapsed. Well, I'm not losing this opportunity ta get rid of an enemy when he's so weak and pathetic.
"I'm just the dust in the wind. What's the point when you don't even see me. Can't you feel the storm that's brewing? Like a tornado to sweep you away when your life is nothing...but misery." Natemare gasps in pain towards the end, and it ruins what little effect that wavering voice had over me.
"Nice try. Who do ye think I am? Sean?" I simply laugh and kick Mare as hard as I can in the side.
Mare tries ta curl inta a ball on the side that isn't hurt, but I slice his arm open on that side. I think I cut it deep enough that I can see muscle. Blood gushes out faster than the shoulder wound, making me laugh maniacally.
"Anti, that's enough!" a very familiar voice bellows from the hole that used ta be the front door.
Sighing, I look up at the newcomer. Well, shit. "Jackieboy, ye sure took yer sweet arse time. Guess this means it's time fer me ta go. Good luck tryin ta save this fuckin arse from dying. I, personally, am rootin fer his death."
Dressed in that stupidly pompous superhero outfit that makes him look all muscular is Jackieboy Man. World's greatest blah blah blah. Not someone I can mess around with on a bad day and only ta be fucked with on the very best of days. I can't take on him and Marvin, so a good retreat is best fer now. I jump into a lamp and zip outside where I can see Marvin still facin off against Phantom.
Both seem ta be evenly matched. Neither able ta break through the other's defenses. I jump out through a camera behind Phantom and grab the back of his shirt. "Time ta go, Magic Man. We are outmatched. We need ta regroup."
I don't give the man time ta talk before I take us through the static and back inta the realm of Dark. I throw Phantom out of the TV, but I stay. I'm not ready ta face off against Dark. He's weakening, but this is still his realm, and I'd be a fool ta try and take him on here again. I can bide my time until all that meticulous planning of his crumbles around him, and he's nothing more than a shell of what he used ta be.
"Dark? We have a problem."