Welcome to Chapter 13. This one is going to be about "A Heist With Markiplier" Just so no one gets confused: I am following the story of Mark's videos not how they came out. It will seem like it is jumping around, but isn't that what Mark does? Strap yourselves in. Get some popcorn and some tea because this is going to be a very long chapter,
I could not get all endings in, but I hit all the major places.
Hope you enjoy. If you have any questions feel free to message me on here or my Instagram.
There is a strange dark green color to the room around me. Almost like it is in the air. It reminds me of what it was like in the manor. I look around the darkness trying to find any indication where I am.
"There you are little bird. You are a hard bird to find." I can feel my body almost turn to ice. The sound of Mark's voice call from the darkness. I can feel my heart starting to beat faster.
"Where the hell are you, you coward. Face me." I yell into the darkness and look around. In front of me he appears. He is wearing a red suit and a black bow tie. He has Damien's cane in his hand. I take a deep breath and try to contain my anger. Damien's body is standing in front of me but it is Mark's voice coming out of his mouth.
"My my how you have changed little bird." He reaches forward to try to touch my face. I jerk my head away.
"Do not touch me." I glare at him and take a step back. He does not look like he has aged a day even though it has been 100 years.
"So how long were you in the house for?" He questions and walks around me. Circling around me. His voice echos in my ears.
"I got out. That is all that matters. What do you want? Why are you here?" I try to contain my anger the best I can.
"I wanted to see you. I have missed you so much. You look so much stronger now. So different. Much more beautiful." He reaches out and grabs my arm. His eyes almost seem to glow white. I clench my fist with the other hand and punch forward. Where he was is now a black smoke.
"I am tired of playing your game!" I yell into the darkness. He seems to be gone now. I can hear his laugh echoing in my ears.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I sit up in bed wide eyed. It takes me a second to realize I am home. I am safe.
"Alex? Are you okay?" Damien's sleepy voice calls from beside me on the bed. He slowly sits up and touches my face. I can see the concern in his dark eyes. I can feel my body calming down a little.
"Yeah… sorry just… A bad dream. Go back to sleep." I look down at my hands. It was so real… could it have been him…
"You saw him didn't you?" Damien's fully awake voice questions. I slowly look up at him and nod. "Did he hurt you?"
"No. He tried but I tried to hit him. He got away." I smile a little. He gently runs his hand through my hair and presses his forehead against mine.
"Who am I shooting?!" Warfstache's voice yells from the doorway. I look over and see him standing there with a revolver and his pink boxers. He looks half asleep with his hair all a mess. I laugh a little.
"It was just a bad dream Warf. Go back to sleep." I say with a smile. He slowly nods and lowers his gun. His footsteps echo back to his room.
"Get some more rest if you can. We have another meeting tomorrow." Damien pulls me back down into his arms as I close my eyes. Laying my head on his chest I hear nothing. No heartbeat. But he feels very warm. He feels like home.
That's right. These two weeks have really flown by. I wonder if more people are going to be at the meeting this time. What are they going to be like. My mind wanders as I fall asleep.
The next morning I feel around the bed but I am only greeted by a cold, empty spot. I slowly open my eyes and see that Damien is gone. I shiver a little and slowly sit up with a yawn. Looking around the bedroom the sun is shining and illuminating it. There is a dresser across from the bed. I get up and go to open it. I gently pull out a simple blue dress that goes to my knees. I walk into the bathroom to get ready and after a few minutes I walk out wearing the dress with silver shoes. I can smell breakfast being made from down in our kitchen. I walk down the stairs and see Damien standing there lightly humming to himself. He seems to be shaking a little while red and blue is coming off of him. He is in his usual suit.
He is usually better when I am with him. I think to myself as I walk forward. I wrap my arms around him and lay my head on his back. I can feel him jump a little in surprise.
"Oh good morning Alex." He turns around and pulls me into a hug. I close my eyes enjoying the feeling. Our relationship has been improving little by little, but I try not to push him too far. I can feel his hand run through my hair. The light sizzle of bacon grease is the only sound in the house right now.
"Is Warf still asleep?" I question and look up at him. His eyes are closed as he nods. I slowly stretch up and kiss his cheek his eyes fly open and look into mine. "Sorry. I should have asked." I glance away.
"No it is alright." I can hear his voice stutter. Glancing back at him I can see his face starting to blush. His hand goes to my chin and tilts ny face up to him. His dark eyes are not leaving mine.
"Good morning. Something smells amazing." Warfstache's voice comes from behind us in the doorway. Turning, I see him standing there wearing his tan pants and a pink shirt. We pull away from each other. Damien goes back to concentrating on his cooking.
"Good morning Warf. Did you sleep well?" I ask trying to keep my voice from shaking.
"Yes. Did you sleep any better?" He questions as he sits down at on of the stools under an island. I walk over to our coffee maker and spoon a few grounds of coffee into the maker.
"Yes. I just had a bad dream…" I turn back around to watch Warf.
"I am sorry to hear that." Something seems to be on his mind.
"Are you okay? Did you sleep well?" I question and lean forward onto the counter. He does not look up at me. "Hey. What's wrong Warf?" I ask and walk around to beside him.
"I ah… I wanted to tell you guys something. Something about myself…" His voice seems to be shaking. I gently place my hand on his shoulder and he looks up at me.
"You can tell us anything Wil." Damien glaces over from his cooking. I watch as Warf slowly takes a breath.
"I have known for a while and I wanted to tell you guys… I am Pansexual… I like guys and girls… and everyone in between." He closes his eyes almost like he is expecting us to yell at him.
"Warf that is great. Thank you for telling us." I say with a smile. He slowly opens his eyes. I hug him tightly and can feel his body relax. "We accept you and still love you." I can feel him hug me back.
"Thank you. I was so scared…" He lays his head on my shoulder.
"Why were you scared? This is not the old times." Damien questions as he plates the food.
"I do not know… I just… I guess it is a little silly." I can feel him smile. After another few seconds he pulls away. "That is enough of that. Let's eat!" And with that we start to eat the amazing meal before us.
Not long later we find ourselves back at the meeting room. Everyone seems to be there that was there last time. Although there are a few new faces that I do not recognize.
There is a man wearing black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a yellow "B" on the front of it. He is talking to Google… or I think it is Google. He is wearing a red shirt. Now looking around the room again I notice that there are three more Googles. Looking the same but wearing blue, yellow, and green shirts. I shake my head in confusion. There is a man standing with Dr. Iplier wearing a dark grey sweatshirt and black slacks. He looks a lot like Dr. Iplier. The last new face is interesting. They are wearing what looks like a blue skirt and a white button up shirt. They seem to have both masculine and feminine features. Their hair is also different than the rest. It is short on the sides and very long on top with bright red colors.
Damien walks up to the head of the table and pulls out some papers out of a bag. He sets them on the table and everyone in the room gets quiet. I walk up beside him and Warf goes to the other side of the table.
"I am glad to see some new faces here today. We should start by introducing ourselves." He motions over to red Google and the other man.
"This is Bing. He found me recently. I also had an upgrade since the last time I was here." Red says and motions around to the other Googles standing around. The Googles do not seem to be glitching anymore.
"Ah suh dudes." Bing says and gives us a peace sign.
"My name is Dr. Plier. I am a therapist." The man with the sweater says with a smile that crinkles his eyes. All eyes turn over to the one wearing the skirt.
"H-hello. I am Yanderiplier, or you can call me Yan-chan." Yan shifts a little. The voice is deep but also feminine. Yan looks over at me and smiles a little.
"Thank you. We are glad to have everyone here today. Please take your seats." Damien says and motions outwards for everyone to sit. I take a seat next to him. "Now today I would like to start by asking if anyone has heard anything about the channel? If our efforts were a success?"
"According to my searches it was a great success… although the viewers do not seem to quite understand it all." Blue shirt Google says and places his hands together on the table in front of him. Damien nods and writes something down.
"Do we have any ideas on what we should do next?" Damien asks as he looks back up.
"Well from what I hear, he is getting ready to be working on some kind of big project in Texas. Maybe we should go there?" Doctor Iplier says and leans back in his chair.
"I do not think we should all go. He would suspect something was up if we did." Warf comments and looks over at me. Damien glances over at me as well. "What do you think Alex?"
"I… I think us three should go…" I do not really want to see him in person but… but it would be good to see what he is doing. I look down at my hands. Damien places a hand on my thigh comfortingly. It still sends electricity running up my body.
"You do not have to come if you do not want to see him." Damien comments comfortingly. I take a deep breath.
"No. We should go. We know him the best." I say with determination. Doctor Plier raises his hand to talk. "Yes, what is it?"
"What are you to him? Well to Mark? What makes you need to go and investigate?" He questions, not with anger but with curiosity.
"I used to work for him… before all of this. I know him more than anyone else in this room." I look over at Damien. His hand is still on my leg. He nods and goes back to talking about a few other things. My thoughts are distracted by what Mark is up to, and the fact that during the entire meeting Damien's hand does not leave my leg.
"Okay everyone. It is decided that Will, Alex, and I will be leaving for Texas to find Mark." He almost spits out his name. I can see a flare of red pass through him as he says it as well. "Google you will be in charge during the meetings we are not here. Keep us updated if anyone else shows up." His hand leaves my leg as he stands up and organizes his papers. Everyone else starts to get up and leave. Yan walks up to me as I stand up.
"H-hello. Alex right?" Yan questions and looks down at their hands.
"Yes, and you are Yan-chan. How can I help you?" I ask as she looks back up at me.
"Are… are you like me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean… I am transgender." Yan shifts their weight between their feet.
"Kind of." I say with a reassuring smile. "I am Genderfluid. I prefer they and them pronouns. Do you prefer she?" I question. She nods and hugs me.
"Thank you! I think we are going to be great friends!" She exclaims and hugs me tighter. She is very strong.
"Careful. They are taken." Damien comments beside me with a small laugh.
"Oh no. Don't worry." Yan pulls away with a smile. Something seems to change in her eyes. "I only like senpai that way." Her eyes seem to take on a slight red tint to them. "Any ways! See you guys later." She practically bounces out of the room.
"She seems… interesting." Warf comments with a small chuckle.
"We should get going." Damien says as we leave the building.
A lot of hours pass as we make our way home and make the long journey to Austin, Texas. The flight there is shorter and easier for me than the last one. For Damien it was hard, but I helped him the best I could.
"So any ideas where he is?" Damien asks as we sit down in our hotel room. Warf jumps onto the bed and lounges back.
"Just give me a little bit and I can find him." I say and sit on the other bed. I close my eyes. "It is the same way I found Warf and you. I am connected to you guys." I concentrate on the blackness.
There seems to be something pulling me. Almost like it is inviting me. It feels familiar. It feels evil. It has to be him. It has to be Mark. I can hear his faint voice talking. Something about a museum. I hear another voice. A voice that sounds like what the voice from the house sounded like. I follow the sounds and see a light. It looks like he is outside of a museum. I manage to see some landmarks. The other "Mark" looks at me. Directly at me. It feels almost like that is what is pulling me towards this place.
Come to this place, Alex. He will not be able to see you or the others. The same voice from the manor echoes in my head. It sounds almost soothing. Almost… inviting.
I open my eyes and sit up. Looking around, Damien and Warf are staring at me. I take a deep breath and stand up.
"We need to get going. I know where they are." My head spins a little as I stand up. I wobble a little as Damien helps me stabilize by putting an arm around my waist.
"Did you see him?" Damien questions and keeps his arm around me. Nodding slowly I lean on him.
"I did… there are others with him, but…" I should tell them. "There was someone else I saw… it is the same one who helped me out of the house." Warf stops reaching for the door and turns.
"What do you mean?" Warf questions with a raised eyebrow. "Who else was at the house?" Damien is also staring in confusion.
"When I was stuck in the manor I thought I was alone. One day a voice came… he helped me out of the house. He said that he was some kind of creator." I shake my head to clear the memories. "He is there. I recognized his voice. That is all I really know…" Trailing off the men nod and walk outside where a car is waiting for us.
"Well tell us where we are going and we will get there." Damien says as he opens the door for me.
"It is some kind of museum. That is all I know."
After around thirty minutes of driving around we finally pull into an empty parking lot. The building in front of us is huge. The front entryway is completely glass. Looking inside, there is movement. There are some security guards patrolling around the hallways. Then there is something else. A figure is standing in front of the building. They are wearing all black and have some kind of bag on their side. I cannot see their face. There is a strange noise that sounds as the new figure seems to almost fly up into the air.
"Should we follow them?" Warf asks as we wait.
"I think we should wait and see what happens. They have to come out somewhere." I comment and keep my eyes open for anything to happen.
There is movement a few seconds later on the top of the building. There is another figure in all black but I know exactly who it is. It is Mark. He seems to be looking in from the top. There is a loud shattering noise as Mark disappears into the building. Somehow the guards do not seem to notice the ear splitting noise.
We sit in silence for another ten minutes or so. Suddenly there are alarms going off and red flashes of light. The duo must have set off the alarms. I nod to the boys and we get out of the car.
If Mark and that other person comes out this way we have to follow them. I think to myself as there is movement at one of the side exit doors.
The door flies open. Mark and the other figure run out of there in a hurry. Mark has his black mask off now. The duo jumps behind a small wall almost like they are protecting themselves. The sound of police sirens sound in the distance. Standing up Mark says something to the figure.
All of a sudden we are in a field. The sound of sirens is still in the distance. The sound of bugs is also very loud in our ears. There seems to be some kind of light illuminating the field in front of us. Even though we are clearly in the open, Mark and the stranger do not seem to see us.
"We have to get away from the police… but how?" Mark asks the person in front of him. "We need like some kind of vehicle. Hmmm." I can feel my anger rising as I watch him.
This jumping around reminds me a lot of the manor…
"Woah!? Awesome." My attention is brought back to them. Behind them now is a red Jeep of some sort and a Helicopter. I blink a few times.
That was not there before… How in the world… I am very confused but watch as the new stranger points at the Helicopter. How are we going to follow them. I look over at Damien and Warf. Unless… Warf nods at me understanding. Before I can make another move I can hear Mark yell.
"Well why did you pick a Helicopter-" Suddenly again the area changes. I am suddenly in a prison. "-IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO FLY IT." The sound of a buzzer fills my ears. Mark is now wearing a black and white striped hat and matching prison clothes. Looking around I see other prisoners. Some of them are looking in my direction. I look down at my body and see that I am also wearing prison clothes.
Can they see me? I glance behind me and Damien and Warfstache are gone. I can feel panic start to rise up in my chest. I just have to see if I can find them…
"Well well well. What do we have here?" The loud southern voice of a man rings out. I look over and am met with none other than…
Detective Abraham?! What is going on? Abe picks up some kind of box. Looking closer it seems to be… emanating something. It is dark. Is that what is causing all of this?
"Ah that is mine I would like to keep th-" Mark tries to grab the strange box. A guard reaches forward and grabs Mark and pulls him back. The guard… he looks a lot like Chef from back in the manor. Mark looks around the room we are in as the Warden yells some rules. His eyes meet mine for a second and he keeps looking around.
Can he see me? I wonder and walk around a little. Some of the other inmates watch me.
"Come on partner. We need to figure this out. What should we do? Should we rally the prisoners or talk with that guard over there?" Mark asks the person in front of him. It is the same person who was helping him at the museum. I still cannot really distinguish what they look like.
The person seems to say something but I cannot quite make out what is said.
I need to find Damien and Warfstache. I hope they are okay. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a loud crashing noise. There is a hole in the wall and Mark is nowhere to be seen.
"Break out? Of this place?" The sound of a man's voice seems to sing. The lights dim down and a spotlight goes to a man wearing a white shirt and prison pants. He jumps off of the table. His black hair is messy but slicked back. I cannot quite place his accent. It is strange.
He starts singing to the person. As he is dancing around I can see that he has four tattoos. On one hand the word "Dark" is written and on the other hand it is "Mark". On the same arm as the "Mark" tattoo there is some kind of… map drawn out. The last tattoo is on his neck which has some kind of box. I watch this strange scene unfold in front of me.
"Well? What do youses say?" The strange man questions with a hand outstretched. The person slowly takes the hand and smiles. "Welcome to the gang! I am Yancy by the way." The man named Yancy says with a big smile.
He must be a new ego that he made. But where is Mark…
"Hey and yous? Who is yous?" Yancy's voice rings. He is in front of me now.
"Oh. Um. Hello. I am Alex." As I say this I can feel some kind of force pulling on me. "I know this might not make a lot of sense but here." I hand him a card that has Damien's information on it.
Suddenly a flash of white light fills my vision. As the light dies down and my vision clears I find that I am back outside of the museum. I blink a few times and watch as the same person in all black flies up into the air again.
What is going on? Why am I back here?! This is very confusing. I look around for any indication of what is going on. Damien and Warf do not seem to be back here.
Not long later the alarms go off again and the duo runs out of the building. They seem to follow the same path they did the first time. Almost like it is the exact same thing.
We are back in the field. The sounds of bugs ring in my ears again. Looking around everything seems to be the same. The helicopter and car is there again. For some reason the person picks the helicopter again.
The sound of the buzzer rings in my ears as we appear back in the prison. The same prisoners are there, but Yancy seems to be no where in sight.
"Well what do you think?" The sound of Mark's voice interrupts my thoughts. I look over and see him talking with the new person again.
This is all so confusing… why can I not get away from here? I walk around the room trying to find a way out. No such luck.
"For some reason you two seem like trustworthy people. You've got yourselves a job. Here take these smocks and get in the kitchen." The semi familiar voice of Chef rings in my ears. I watch as Mark and the person walk into the kitchen area where there seem to be other workers.
They are wearing white kitchen uniforms and cooking an assortment of food. The smell hits my nose and it smells amazing. My stomach growls a little, but I cannot stop. I follow them and do not seem to be spotted by anyone else. Maybe… maybe only some people can see me. I still cannot tell if Mark can see me. If he can then he must be hiding it. I can feel my anger rising up as I follow him.
"Well this is great. But I am not sure what we are exactly going to be doing here." The duo walks up to a sink where someone is standing there. Mark puts his hands on the edge of the sink next to the guy.
"Why gosh! You two are doing such a great job here! I think I will promote you two to laundry duty!" A man exclaims and throwd new clothes at Mark.
"Oh wow. Thanks!" Mark looks just as confused as I am as he gives him a thumbs up and walks away. "Okay. Well at least this is working. Not really sure what we are going to be doing now." Mark comments as he pulls on a white uniform over top of his black and white striped prison clothes. As we walk out a door, we end up right back in the back.
This place does not make any sense. I think to myself as we pass by some laundry workers. Mark and his partner walk back to the sink area and puts his hands on the sink just like last time. The same? man is standing there washing some laundry.
"Golly! You two have been working so hard here lately. I am so proud of you two! I will be promoting you two to cleaning duty! Starting with the warden's office." The man throws what seems to be a maid dress at Mark and the other person. "You know. There is not a day that goes by that I miss your smiling faces." He wraps an arm around Mark. "The day you two leave here is going to be the hardest day." He wipes a tear from his eye. "Now get going you two."
"Oh. Okay." Mark nods and pulls on the maid dress. "Come on partner. This is it. Finally." He opens the door that has 'Warden' written on it.
I have to tell Damien about this. I contain my laughter as I follow them. As we walk into the office the Warden is sitting at his desk. He looks up and smiles.
"Well well. I have heard great things from you two. I am glad that you two are settled in nicely. Seems like one of our prized inmates is helping you as well." The Warden motions over to me. I can feel a pit form in my stomach. Mark and his partner turn and look at me. Almost like they are moving in slow motion.
He can see me. He can definitely see me. Why now. What do I do?! Do I play along? I can feel panic rising up in my chest. The trio is looking at me like they are wanting me to say something. "Oh um. Yeah." I manage to get out and rub the back of my head. "It is no trouble at all." I force a smile. What is Mark thinking?
"Yeah they are doing great." Mark smiles and turns back to the warden. Any emotions he has he is hiding them. "Now we wanted to ask you something. You see. That box over there. It is very special. It is an important heirloom to my family. It would mean a lot if I could just hold onto it." Mark pleads as his partner takes a feather duster and wipes it on the Wardens clothes. He closes his eyes in thought and smiles.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Warden yells and slams his hands on his desk. It echoes through the halls and we are now in a cell with Warden on the other side of the bars. The warden continues to yell at Mark and then picks up the box and walks off.
"Well that was a complete waste of time!" Mark yells and pulls off the maid dress. He throws it on the ground and then fixes his hair. "Now we are stuck in here." He glances at me and then looks at his partner who has been strangely quiet through all of this.
I just have to stay calm. I cannot let my anger show. Maybe if I just play along I will find the others. Being this close to Mark again is making my anger rise. I want to get out of the cell but do not see a way out.
"What do either of you think? What should we do?" Mark's familiar voice pulls me away from my thoughts. I look between Mark and his partner.
"I think your partner should make the decision." I comment and lean against the wall.
"Hmmm. I think I see a way out of here. We could dig our way out." Reaching into his hair, Mark pulls out what looks like a spoon. "I got second at a national digging competition. I would have gotten first, but I just was not feeling well… Anyways." He touches the ground in front of him. "Yeah I could easily get through this."
Huh? What is that? Something catches my eye in the corner behind the toilet. It seems to be glowing. The person points at the glowing hole. Mark turns and looks at it.
"What… that? I… I do not really know about that… I know we could get out really quickly. But it is up to you." Mark does not sound so sure about the decision. The partner points again at the hole. "Oh… okay if you are sure. Hey give me a hand." I walk over and help him move the toilet. There seems to be some kind of door behind it. Mark opens the door and a skeleton falls out.
"Are you sure about this?" I question and look at the other person. They shake their head and walks back to where we were.
"Digging it is then! Alex you stay here." Mark touches the ground with the spoon and starts digging. In no time there is a hole in the ground. "Well me first. Gironamoh!" Mark jumps down the hole and his partner follows.
What is going on here… Why is Mark acting… normal? I wonder and wait. Not long later Mark and his partner appear again. Mark is holding the strange box again.
"Perfect. Now. I am wanting to stick to the plan, but I am really curious. I kind of want to see what is inside this. It is getting to me. But it is up to you partner." Mark says and looks at him. The two are covered in dirt and dust. The person points at the box and nods.
"I am kind of curious as well." I comment and walk a little closer to them. Mark opens the box. He pulls out a glowing pink object. There seems to be something trapped inside it. It makes a tinkling sound.
"This is a fairy. They are very rare. They were hunted to almost is the last one. We get one wish." Mark says and gently holds the fairy.
"Hello!" A high pitched and loud voice calls.
"Shhh. be quiet." Mark insists but the fairy does not listen. The guard walks up to the cell doors.
"Trying to escape now are we? Into isolation for the three of you." As the guard grabs us there is a loud bang and all I can see is a cell. The cell is bare and the only other sound is that guard laughing echoing through the hallways. My vision starts to go black. The laughing seems to fade away as well.
Next thing I know I am right back outside the museum. I blink a few times and try to orientate myself. The person walks up and goes back up to the roof again. I wait again and watch.
They must be coming outside again… maybe. I wait a couple more minutes and sure enough the alarms blair and not long later the duo runs out of the museum. Everything is the same. All the same.
"Well should we take the helicopter or the car?" Mark questions as my vision focuses and we are back in that field. He glances over at me and then at his partner. The person points at the red car. "Oh yeah good idea." Mark says as we run over to the car. "Honestly I am not sure how to fly a helicopter." He opens the back of the car and runs to the front. I jump into the shotgun seat beside Mark.
"Let's get out of here." I say as Mark starts up the car and starts driving. Looking in the back, the person is struggling to stay upright.
"Alright. We need to try to outrun these people." The sound of sirens blaring can be heard as we keep going forward. A flash of light appears in front of us suddenly. It looks like there might be people standing there, but I cannot tell who they are. As suddenly as it appears it disappears. "Okay I think I have an idea." The car turns suddenly and the lights on the car go out. We stay quiet for a minute as the sound of the police drive by. "And I think we are safe. You get some rest partner. I will wake you up if anything happens." The person lays down in the back and closes their eyes. Leaving Mark and I together.
Should I say something…. The sounds of bugs ring in my ears. It is also starting to warm up a little. Do I need to keep acting normal. I wonder as I glance over at Mark.
"You get some rest too Alex." He says with a smile. It looks like a genuine smile. I still do not trust him. "I know we had some issues in the past, but I want things to change between us."
"Some issues?" I can feel my anger starting to rise up in my chest. I take a deep breath. "I will only be staying with you until I find out what you did to Damien and Warfstache. Once I find them I will leave. I will keep acting normally around whoever this person is." I say calmly and lean back a little.
"Dark and Warfstache are fine. They have their own roles in this story. Yours is to help me and my partner." Mark says and takes a deep breath.
"Who is Dark? Do you mean Damien?" I question and look out the front window. He does not answer me. I can feel myself starting to drift off to sleep.
The sound of Mark moving around wakes me up. It looks bright out again. I look down and I seem to have changed clothes to a red dress. Looking over Mark is wearing a grey suit with a red tie. He is also wearing some kind of red bib. He is holding a frying pan over some kind of portable stove.
"Good morning sleepy heads." Mark sings as his partner wakes up as well. "There were no monsters. No thieves. Nothing happened. It was a very smooth night. I made some breakfast." He hands his partner a plate as well as me.
"Thank you." I say with a smile and slowly take a bite of the sausage. I close my eyes in content.
"Now all we have to do is head back to base and we are home free." Mark starts to try to start up the car but it just makes a grinding noise. "Um…" He tries it again with the same result.
"I could try to fix it." I suggest as Mark shakes his turns to his partner.
"That is up to our partner here. I mean the base is not too far away from here. We just… have to walk through the forest. Or we could stay here and try to fix the car. I have seen." He looks down at his hand as he starts to count something in his head. "I have seen at least one YouTube video about an engine." Mark says with a small smile. The person points at the engine and nods.
"Okay let's see what we can do." I comment and step out of the car. Mark follows me and opens the hood of the car. I look over as well. He closes it a little and then opens it again.
"Uhm… come here partner." The person gets out of the car and walks around to the front.
"Something does not sound right…" The sound of rumbling erupts from below us. A loud crack sounds as the ground gives out below us. We fall down and hit the ground hard. As the dust settles down I slowly stand up. Looking up there is a hole in the ground.
"Are you two okay?" Mark's voice calls. He sounds a little hurt. I look down at my dress which is now completely covered in dirt. The person stands up slowly. There is another strange noise. Almost like the sound of a rockslide. A shadow casts across the ground.
"Mark look out!" I yell as a giant round rock rolls down and almost hits him. Mark screams and runs. The sound of a whip cracking echos through the caverns.
"Was that you screaming? Are you two okay?" A deep and smooth voice asks. Looking over I see a man standing there wearing what looks like something straight out of an adventure movie.
"Yeah. Just a little spooked." I say and help the partner stand up. The box that we had is broken open. Laying on the ground is some kind of crystal idol in the shape of a monkey.
"What is this? It looks like it belongs in a museum." The man questions and picks up the idol. "You did not steal this did you?" He questions and we shake our heads. "Good. You two look like fellow adventures. Would you two like to join me? Figure out where this thing goes."
"I leave those decisions to my friend here." I motion to the person. The man seems to be fixated on me. I turn and look at the person who gives a thumbs up.
"Sounds good. I am not entirely sure where this goes, but there are plenty of monkey paintings all over this cave." He hands the idol to my friend. "Keep an eye on that, but be careful. It could be cursed. Do not look into its eyes for too long." He walks down a cavern and we follow him. My outfit seems to have changed again. I am now wearing something similar to the man. He turns around to face us as he walks. "The name's Illinois by the way. And yes. I am single." He winks at us.
"I am Alex and I am taken." I say with a small smile.
"I am married to the job though. None of my partners last very long." He says with a small frown. As he is walking there is suddenly a blade that almost hits him.
"Be careful." I call after him as we just barely miss the traps.
"Oh do not worry about these. If you keep going at a leisurely pace the traps seem to not hit you. I think it counts for people just running around in a panic." Illinois comments and turns back around calmly. None of the traps seem to hit us.
"That is interesting." I put my hands in my pockets as we walk together.
"Looks like we are here." We walk into an open area where there is a pedestal which seems to be missing something. "Here hand me the idol please." Illinois reaches out his hand towards my friend. "What are you waiting for?" They slowly nod and hand it to him.
"How do you know that it goes here?" I question as he puts the idol on the pedestal.
"It is a hunch." Illinois comments as the idol begins to glow. I cover my eyes and wait for the light to die down. After a few seconds it does and I lower my arm. We are no longer in the cave. We are now outside of some kind of golden temple. There are monkeys all around the open field.
"What is going on?" I question as a monkey walks up to us. He hands Illinois and my partner something. I cannot quite make out what it is.
"This must be monkey heaven… I have been to a lot of heavens in the past but never monkey." Illinois's smooth voice echoes through the strange realm. A bright light envelopes us again just like before. Once the light dies down again we are back in the cave.
"That was.." I start to say.
"That was strange. We got some kind of rock and a banana." Illinois says as he tosses the rock to the person. "Well I am going to get going. Maybe one day our paths will cross. And I am sorry if you fell in love with me. They always do." Illinois winks and walks down another path.
"Partner you stay here I will be right back." I say and run after Illinois. I probably do not have much longer till we go back to the museum. "Hold on Illinois. Here!" I reach into my bag and pull out a card. "Take this. Meet us here. If you have any questions feel free to call us."
"Okay. Thank you Alex. It was nice to meet you. Whoever you are engaged to must be a lucky person." He winks and takes the card. "See you around." My vision fads as he walks away.
I find myself outside of the museum again. I take a deep breath and look around. I should try to find a way inside at some point. But I am not sure how. Yet again the person goes up to the top of the building. Yet again a few minutes later the alarms go off. Mark and his partner run out of the building. They run across the sidewalk. Sure enough not long later we find ourselves in the field. Everything seems the same. The partner even chooses the car again. We get into the car and hide again.
"And we are safe. Get some rest you two." Mark says as the person in the back falls asleep. Mark pulls out a piece of paper and looks it over. "You are doing good Alex. Just keep it up. Try to get into the building if you can next time. I think we will be going a different way next time." He keeps looking over the paper as he says this.
"Okay... " I turn away from him and look out the window. There seems to be nothing in the darkness. The feeling of his hand appears on my side. I pull away from him. "Do not touch me." I growl a little. The feeling goes away. "Like I said. I am only here to find the others. Nothing else." I close my eyes again and slowly fall asleep.
"Good morning sleepy heads." Mark announces as I slowly wake up. I am wearing that dress again. Mark tries to start up the car again. The car does not start. "Well. We have two options we could walk to base or stay here and try to fix the engine?" The person points at the woods.
"Sounds like a plan." I say with a smile and get out of the car.
"The base is not too far away. Just follow me." We follow Mark through the woods. It gets quiet. Too quiet.
Something does not feel right. What is going on here? I wonder as we make it to an opening. The sounds of planes going overhead fills my ears.
"What the? What is going on?" The sounds of bombs dropping gets closer to us. A loud bang and a flash of light emanates from somewhere beside us. Next thing I know I am on the ground. There is a loud ringing noise in my ears.
"Hey are you two okay?" Mark asks as he helps up his partner. I wince and stand up.
"Yeah I think so. What about you?" I ask and barely manage to keep myself upright. Mark walks over and helps me stand.
"Let's keep going." A strange noise comes from behind us. Almost like a growl. I turn and see some kind of strange human. They look like they are dead. Their skin is falling off of them. One of the creatures gets too close to the partner. He grabs their arm. "RUN!" Mark yells as he takes a rock and hits the strange creature. I keep up with Mark as we make it into a building. He blocks off the entrance.
"Are you okay partner?" I ask the person who is holding their arm. They let out a cough.
"Huh? Are you okay? Are you sick? Are you getting sick? Do I need to get you medicine because I will get you medicine!" Mark babble on. I lean against the wall trying to keep myself upright.
I must have injured myself when I fell. I look myself over as Mark keeps babbling. I look up and watch as the partner holds out their hand to stop him. He shows his arm. There seems to be a nasty bite mark.
"Oh no… no. Just leave. Get away from here. I am so sorry." Mark starts yelling as the person slowly walks out of the small building. I watch them slowly walk away.
"What should we do?" I ask and look around our small building. My vision starts to get bright again. Here we go again.
I find myself right outside the building again. I look around the building trying to find a way into the place. I watch as the person goes up to the top of the building. I walk forward towards the entrance.
Maybe this will work. I wonder as I touch the doorknob. The doorknob turns and the door opens. Why did they not just try the front door? I let out a small chuckle as I walk through. There are beautiful paintings all over the walls. They are very colorful. I look down and I am wearing the same kind of outfit that Mark and his partner have been wearing.
I hear the sound of Mark yelling and a loud glass shattering sound echoes through the building. The sound of his voice echoes down to where I am. I can see them at some kind of overhang. The sound of footsteps appear from down a hallway. Hiding behind a pillar I watch as a brown haired man walks past my hiding spot. He is wearing a security guard uniform. I can hear Mark talking again. I sneak past the guard and make my way to where I heard the talking.
"This is it. We finally made it." Mark says in amazement. They open the doors to some kind of room. The only thing in the room is a pedestal with the strange box in the center. Mark walks up to the box. It is encased in glass. "This is what we have been working for all these years." He touches the glass and throws it off to the side.
I should not say anything yet. I watch as red lights start flashing and an alarm goes off.
"Well we have two options. We could go into this sewer that just so happens to be underneath here... " Mark pauses for a second. "Not sure why we did not go this way the first time… Or we could go out." Mark reaches into his bag and pulls out a flintlock gun and a a bomb. "GUNS BLAZING!" Mark smiles wickedly.
He is holding a bomb… I watch him warily. The partner points at the sewer.
"Well you are no fun." Mark tosses the gun and the bomb to the side. "Here help me partner." Mark pulls up the lid to the sewer with a lot of struggle. He finally manages to get it off. "Well thanks for the help." He wipes his hands on his pants. "After me!" He jumps down the sewer drain. His partner follows.
I guess here we go. I look down into the hole and see pitch black darkness. I jump in and close my eyes. As I land I look around. Mark is dusting off his black pants.
"Well here we are. Why did you pick the sewer. It is gross and disgusting." He pulls out a flashlight and turns it on. It illuminates the small room we are in. The ground and walls are concrete. The room is filled with pipes that are labeled disgusting labels. And the smell. I cannot begin to describe the awful smell.
"Hey I think they went down here." A man's voice calls from somewhere above us.
"Hide." Mark whispers and jumps into a barrel beside him. I pull his partner to the side in a corner. Glancing out I can see two figures walking down. They are wearing security guard uniforms. The same kind as at the museum.
"See I told them that putting a sewer entrance right below the most secure room in the museum was a terrible idea." The same voice as before says as they walk down to the bottom of the stairs. They have guns. The one that just talked has glasses and brown curly hair. He is heavier set and is looking around the room. I look over at the barrel wondering if Mark is okay.
"You know you are right. But they don't listen to us." The second man says and lazily drops his gun a little. He is skinnier and looks to be bald. They are both wearing hats so I cannot quite tell.
"Well if we want to find them we should split up." The first guard says. The flashlight beam hits where we are. I pull the person back a little as the beam passes by us.
"That's a great idea!" The second man exclaims. "You always have the best ideas." He points his gun and flashlight at the first guard.
"No no. I am just thinking like you. It sounds like something you would say." He smiles and points his gun right back at him. The laugh a little and start walking in opposite directions. Once they are gone Mark pulls himself out of the barrel. He is covered in gunk and grime now.
"Next time you are getting in that." Mark grumbles and pulls out a piece of paper. "It looks like we are…" the paper is completely ruined and falling apart. "Oh… um well it should not be top hard to get out of here. Let's see…" Mark walks down a hallway and we follow him.
"This place…" I can feel something… something evil. Lurking around each corner. But I can also feel something familiar… is Damien nearby? I wonder as we walk. The sounds of screaming can be heard down a corridor.
"Hide." Mark yells as he jumps into a pile of trash bags. His partner and I go to either side of the entryway where we can be still hidden. A security guard runs down the corridor in front of us the sickening sound of bones crushing is heard as the scream immediately stops.
That… I am in absolute shock. This place is dangerous. Mark jumps out of the pile of trash.
"You wanted me to do that didn't you." I try to hold back a small laugh. "Well can you hand me that rag behind you partner?" Mark asks as the person turns away. Almost in a blink of an eye Mark is in his suit again. I look down and I am back in my red dress with a black scarf. "Thanks buddy. Now whatever that guy was running from it can't be that bad." The sound of a loud belch echoes through the tunnels. "Or at least it did not sound that close…"
This is insane… we have to be careful. We stop at a split in the path.
"Well it looks like we have two options here. We can go down the Dark tunnel where that security guard just came out of… and then died…. Or we could go down the light tunnel where there seems to be an exit. Well what do you think?" Mark questions looking at the partner. I glance down the dark tunnel.
I can feel him. He is close by. He must be that way. I look at our partner waiting for an answer. They point at the light tunnel.
"Good! For a second there I thought you were going to choose the dark tunnel." Mark says with a big sigh. We start walking down the tunnel. "And would you look at that. It looks like an exit." All of a sudden Mark is gone from our view. Looking down where there was ground is now air. Our partner falls towards the water below us. I unfurl my wings and try to keep up in the air but something seems to drag me down straight to the water. Bracing myself for pain as I hit the water nothing seems to happen.
Something seems off now… it looks almost like… almost like we are made of yarn and the world around us seems flat. What is going on here? Mark helps me up onto a piece of wood.
"Are you two okay?" Mark asks as he looks around. The sewer seems to be nowhere in sight. We are in the middle of the ocean.
"Yeah… what is going on? How did we get here?" I look down at my dress that is now completely soaked in salt water.
"Well… I am not sure… we could try to swim to shore or… or we could wait for rescue…" we turn and look at the person. "It is up to you partner." They motion at the makeshift raft as if to say to stay here.
"Well… I could see if I can find help." I look up to the sky and start to move. Before I can let my wings out there is a loud crash. Where Mark was standing is now an anchor.
"Well well well. What do we have here?" A thick accent calls down to us. The raft shakes as a giant of a man hops onto our small board. He is dressed in pirate gear and has a thick black beard. He is holding the box that Mark was holding. His face looks very close to Mark's even though it is scarred. "You two are coming with me." The man grabs us in each hand and lifts us onto some kind of ship. As we get on the ship the strange scene of everything being flat is gone.
He is huge! Looking down at his legs where his feet should be are logs. Thick logs. He towers above us a good 3 or 4 feet.
"Now do either of you know anything about this box here?" He looks between us. The person beside me nods their head. I shake my head. I can't say anything. "Well. You know too much. Men! Load them into the cannon!" He yells and a group of people grab my partner and shuffle him to a cannon. My eyes get huge as they shoot him into the ocean. I run to the side of the boat and see their body disappear into the distance. A hand grabs my shoulder and turns me around. I am now face to face with this person. "Well what about you?"
"N-no sir." I manage to get out. His expression changes from anger to joy in an instant.
"Smart choice. The name is Captain Magnum." As he says this, I can feel the familiar pull. I reach into my pocket and pull out a card.
He must be another one. "Here take this." He takes the card as I feel myself slip away.
Blinking a few times I find myself back outside of the museum. I make my way inside again.
All is the same.
The same sounds.
The same path.
This all seems so redundant.
Like we are just going in circles with no way out.
Not long later we find ourselves on the raft again.
"Well what should we do?" Mark asks and looks around the ocean. The person points to somewhere off in the distance. "Okay. Lets try rowing then." Mark pulls out an oar from somewhere.
The sky turns dark and lightning strikes the raised oar. Mark is burned a little and a wave hits our raft. The raft topples and we hit the water. I try to swim the best I can but the current pulls me along too hard to fight. I try to keep up with Mark and the person but there is no use. The sound of roaring waves fills my ears. Next thing I see is a rock. My vision goes black as I hit the rock.
I come to on some kind of beach. The sun is hitting me in the face. The sounds of bugs and seagulls fill my ears. The crisp salty air fills my nose. I slowly stand up and see Mark carrying the person.
"Hey buddy. It's okay. We made it." He says reassuringly as the person starts to move. "That was some storm." He adds as I make my way up to them. His white button up shirt is full of burn holes and his pants are ripped at the knees. I look down at my own dress that is ripped as well. There is a slit up my leg.
"What should we do?" I ask and lean against a tree.
"Well in survival situations we should do one of two things. We should find shelter and build a sign. Just don't know which one we should do first… what do you think partner?" Mark questions and looks at them. They point at some sticks.
"Sign it is then." I say with a small smile. I am getting tired of this.
"Help me look for things to build a sign with." Mark starts picking up some sticks. They walk around and find something in the grass. They pick it up and show Mark. "Huh what is that? It kind of looks… wait!" A bright light surrounds him and he is suddenly gone. Lights surround us and we are in darkness.
"Hello humans." A voice calls from the darkness. The voice sounds… familiar almost. Like I know it from somewhere.
"They have found the key." Another voice calls from the darkness. A faint glow comes from farther away. Concentrating I can see two figures standing there. They look to be the same height.
"What this?" Mark questions and hold up the strange object that the person found.
"No. That is a communication device. You found the box." The first voice says. For some reason I feel a wave of sadness wash over me as he talks.
"It is an important box. Please give it back to us." The second voice pleads.
"Um. Yeah sure." The box disappears from Mark's hands. "What is it?"
"Thank you brave human. You gave up the single most important piece of technology that could have spurred the movement of your civilization. Instead you choose to live in the darkness. We commend you for that." The first voice says.
"Woah woah. Um." Mark starts to say but he is interrupted.
"No no. No need to thank us. What is your name so we can remember you forever?" The second voice asks.
"Um wait."
"Thank you Um Wait. Your memories will now be erased. Good bye." As the voices say this together in unison Mark and his partner disappear.
Wait why am I still here. One of the figures walks up to me. I take a step back. Come on. Hurry. Send me back to the museum.
"Hello Jesamine. It is good to see you again." The figure becomes clear as he reaches out to touch me. He looks human. He has pale skin and blonde hair with dark brown eyes. I find myself unable to pull away from his touch. It feels… familiar.
"My name is not Jesamine… it is Alex." I say warily and watch him. Why am I not going back to the museum?
"Ah. You chose another name in this life. Interesting." I can see the pain in his eyes.
"You are not making any sense." I am not scared anymore. "Who are you?"
"Let's just say I am an old friend of yours." He says with a small smile. "I am glad to have met you this time. Till we meet again-" My vision goes black and there is ringing in my ears. I cannot quite make out what he said in the last part but it sounds like he said my love.
I blink a few times. I am now in a field and not at the entrance of the museum. Mark is wearing the prisoner uniform. He is holding a gun pointed at his partner and some kind of grenade launcher pointed another man. He looks like one of the security guards. The man is pointing a gun at Mark and the person.
What is going on here?! What did I miss? I hold up my hands in defense. The person opens the box. The guy shoots his gun at them, but things seem to go in slow motion. A strange sound fills my ears. Almost like the sound of a tape rewinding.
"Now now. That's enough of that." The all too familiar voice of Warfstache fills my ears. I try no to cry out. He is sitting in a chair in front the person and beside a camera. "You were almost late to your interview. That is the thing I hate most is people showing up late or too early!" He throws up his hands. "And you are on the verge of doing them both."
Warf keeps talking to the person. Asking questions like in an interview. I am so happy to see him. I try to contain my joy. I am standing behind the person's chair. He glances up at me and winks. He is wearing an… interesting outfit. He has a pink bowtie as always, long sleeve button up yellow shirt, and rainbow suspenders which are attached to underwear which say "I 3 you" on them. Behind him is a tv with static on it. The room is lit up by pink and blue lights.
"Did you bring that bug in from the cave?" The sound of his voice and gun shots fill my ears. Warf is pointing a gun at the person. "Don't move. It is on your face." He pulls back the hammer on the gun.
"What do you think you are doing?!" A voice yells. A semi familiar woman's voice calls from off to the side. She grabs his arm. "My office now!" She yells at him as he stands up.
"I ah oh. Well if you need me here." Warf sets down a dinner bell on his chair. The woman walks off to the side. "If you need me just ring that bell and I will be notified."
"Now!" She yells again.
"Coming." Warf says as he walks up to her. He looks sad. "Am I fired?"
"We will see." She says as she pulls him into the office. I look around the studio. I walk up ti the door and am met with Warf. He pulls me into a hug and I immediately relax.
"There you are Alex! I was so worried about you. Are you okay?" He hugs me tighter.
"Yes I am fine. I am so glad I found you. Have you seen Damien yet?" I can feel that pull again.
"No not yet. I think the adventure is almost over. When you find him meet back at the hotel room." Warf says as I watch him disappear.
I am outside of the museum again.
Just as before everything is the same.
But this time I can feel that this is the end.
Not long later we find ourselves at the crossroads between the dark and light tunnel. The person points at the dark tunnel.
"Oh yeah. Of course. This tunnel. With all the screaming and death…" Mark slowly leads the way. We make it down the path. He turns on the flashlight again. We are on a catwalk above some kind of green liquid.
"Lovely." I comment as my skin crawls. We walk across and Mark stops suddenly.
"How about me split up?" Mark asks excitedly. "We could cover more ground that way. What do you think?" The person shakes their head. Mark pouts a little but keeps walking.
That would have been a terrible idea. Splitting up now… We keep walking there are more and more sounds of screams and horrible crunching noises. We walk up to another split. There is a room that has a sickly red glow to it.
"Perfect. We could split up here. Meet back here in 10 minutes and it will fine." They shake their head again. "You are no fun! I want to go into the room." Mark whines and keeps walking.
Why does he want to split off so badly? This area is not safe. We keep walking.
There is a narrow hallway that we have to squeeze through. The sound of rocks tumbling erupts in our ears. Mark jumps a few feet away. Where he was standing is now a pile of rocks.
"That was close are you okay?" I call to him and he nods.
"Yeah but now it looks like we really do need to split up." Mark says with a wicked smile. I start to reach for the person but they walk forward and somehow manage to destroy the rocks. A fine dust fills the air as they do this. Mark coughs a few times as the dust goes away.
"Oh… well good job. I guess." His hair is covered in a small layer of dust.
"Let's just keep going." The farther we walk the more sinister the feeling is. We keep walking. There is another catwalk. As Mark walks onto it there is a loud creaking noise. The sound of metal breaking rings through the cavern. Looking down there is only darkness. In front of us is an 8 foot section of missing catwalk.
"Oh no… well you two turn around and I will keep going this wa-" Before Mark can finish his thought the person takes a running leap and jumps over the 8 foot hole. Mark glance over at me. While the person is looking away I easily fly over to them.
"Let's keep going." I say with a smile. Mark seems really upset.
As we keep walking there is a new noise outside of the constant dripping. It sounds like chanting. We turn a corner and see flyers hanging on the wall. The flyers say things like "We are Evil. We Will Kill You" and "Join the Sewer Cult Today!".
"This seems really weird… I guess l let's keep going." Mark says as we walk into a room. It is lit up by candles making crazy shapes and shadows dance on the walls. The chanting seems to be getting louder. We walk up to a sign. "Well well well. Would you look at that? Looks like we have to split up after all." Mark says in a sing song voice that I have not heard since the manor. "The sign says we have to."
There is a sign that says only one person can walk down this tunnel or else it will collapse. The person nods. I am not sure if it is such a good idea.
"Great! We will meet back up in 5 minutes. Right back here. I will go this way." He points his flashlight down the tunnel. "And you go back the way we came." Mark says excitedly. His partner turns around and starts to walk away. I turn to follow them.
I stop in my tracks as I hear the sound of a flashlight hitting the ground. Turning, we both see that Mark is gone.
"Let's keep going this way." I suggest and turn back around. We are met by a hallway. "What is this place?" A buzzing sound comes from the person's pocket. They pull out their phone and read something. It is quiet aside from a loud high pitched sound in our ears.
We keep walking down the long hallway. Suddenly I am met with the picture of Chef. His eyes are marked out with some kind of black paint. At the sight of him my memories start flooding back. We keep walking. Next is a picture of Ben with that same black paint. I can still hear his voice. I try to keep myself from shaking. Next we are met by the Detective. Then William's face who instead of the black paint has a pink mustache drawn. The paint on all the pictures seem fresh. Although I do not see mine or Celine's picture anywhere.
At the very end is him. The sight of him wearing that robe. That wicked smile. It almost makes me lose my anger completely. Anger mixed with anxiety. I watch as the picture falls apart in front of us.
"Same snake. Different skin." My heart skips a beat. The sound of Damien's melodic voice echoes. There he is standing there in front of us. He is wearing a white suit with a black undershirt and a red tie. He looks beautiful. "Always spinning his yarns. His webs. His lies." I watch as he glitches a little. Waves of red is coming off of him. "I always thought you were trapped in his games, perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories." The glitches get worse the more he talks about him. "Helpless. Lost. I know the feeling." His body splits apart into different pieces as he says the last part. He starts walking a little. "Perhaps I'm the crazy one." He seems to split apart into multiple bodies with a bright wave of red.
He has never gotten this bad before…
"Perhaps we've met a hundred times already and you simply don't remember it. Perhaps you are tired of me repeating myself over and over and over and over and over and over AGAIN." Everytime he says over another entity comes off of him. He gets angrier with every word. He stops in front of a table with a single wine glass. "Maybe you just miss my pretty face." His smile is dark. His eyes seem to disappear. "It doesn't matter." He stops and calms himself down as he puts his hands behind his back. "People like you only want one thing and it's disgusting." Another entity radiates off of him and screams as another wave of red flies off of him.
"You want answers." He leans in and touches the glass. "Well.." He picks it up and toasts it towards us. "Games were always his" his face changes to Mark's for a split second "forte." His face changes back like nothing happened. Damien takes a sip of the liquid. "But allow me this one moment of self indulgence." He sets the glass down not taking his eyes off of ours.
"So much trouble all for something so small." The scene seems to change and we are now back in the prison where the warden's office was. Damien is sitting on the desk holding the box. Looking at it with curiosity. He glitches and is now sitting in the chair staring at us. "And thank you Alex for bringing this to me safely." Damien motions for me to come over to him.
"It was my pleasure." I smile and walk around to behind him. He touches my hair gently and leaves a white rose in my hair. Up close I notice he has a ring on his right hand. I smile a little as we turn our attention back to the person in front of us.
"Do you really want to know what is inside this box?" He questions and sets it down on the desk. "The truth." In a blink of an eye Damien is standing again. "Not the lies he has told you." He messes with the ring on his finger and looks into the distance. "But the truth." He looks back at the person. "Well…" In another instant he is sitting back in the seat. "I know how much you love a good game." He is now laying on the desk on his side propped up on his elbow. "Throughout this Heist I have hidden codes. Several codes." He jumps around from the desk, to standing, to sitting, then back to laying down. "Find them all and you will get your truth." He glitches one more time. "But that is all I am going to give you."
As he says that final word I watch as the person slowly gets smaller and moves away from us. For once I do not feel that pull. I practically jump forward and pull him into a hug.
"Damien I was so worried." I can feel my body shaking. "I had to work with Mark. It was terrible." I feel his hand place on my back. It feels safe. It feels like home.
"You were so strong. I am proud of you." I can hear his smile in his voice. He pulls away and lifts my chin. He presses his lips to mine as I close my eyes. I can feel a wave of happiness and electricity flow through me.
"Are you alright?" He asks as he pulls away from the kiss.
"Yes. It has been 100 years since we have done this." I smile at him.
"Let's head home."
Hope you guys liked this monster of a chapter. It has changed so much from what I originally had planned, but that would have taken even longer and I had a deadline.
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