Chapter 4
Mark's POV
I just keep laughing… and laughing. I am covered in blood… My smile isn't so warm anymore since I have sharp teeth that smile before they rip out someone's heart. My pitch black eyes burn at seeing what I'm doing. I don't even know if it's me or him causing this to happen. All I've been doing is running around with almost foot-long claws striking down anyone I see. No one is safe if I see them. No one.
All I can do is watch as this is happening. I've killed more people than I can count. Men, women, I've even killed children and animals. I've set fire to almost every house and watch as the people inside franticly run around trying to find a way out.
The sick part of it is that I feel happy as I do this to these poor innocent people. The military and army gave up a long time ago after I picked up a tank and threw it blowing up three other tanks. They tried the airforce, but they flew off after I leaped onto one, opened the compartment on top, and ripped the guy's head off all the while being shot at. But none of the bullets hurt me, or even left a mark.
Suddenly… I see someone… running towards me? They don't have a gun, or anything to protect themself. I smile as I gaze at this easy prey. I roll my neck around popping it, and crack my knuckles. I get into a running stance and run faster than light towards the guy. Time slows down as I get closer. I can see the guy stop as if he's waiting for me to go to him. He doesn't even look scared.
I growl as I stop right in front of him. He just stares at me with sad eyes. I pull my hand back, aiming my claws to go right through his heart. My arm moves forward… but it stops just before it even touched him… what? I pull back, and try again only for the same thing to happen. I look back up, and I instantly feel weak, my arm falls to my side as I stare at the man that stood up against death.
"Ma'k, this wasn't your fault…" The man spoke softly. "Aaron…" I spoke, it was my voice but it sounded a little demonic. "Aaron, you have to kill me…" I said lowering my head down. "Ma'k, I'm not about to kill my best friend." Aaron said stepping closer causing me to step back. "Aaron, if you don't go now, he'll kill you. I can feel him right now… he's going to try to stab you in the heart." I said stepping back even further. "I know… but I wanted you to know this… I always believed in yo-"He stopped as blood started to bubble from his mouth. I looked down, feeling warm liquid on my hand.
"NO!" I screamed. I had no control over my clawed hand to stop it from shoving itself into Aaron's chest. He just smiled up at me. I caught him as he started to fall. I kneeled down with him in my arms. My claws were gone, and my eyes no longer felt empty. "Now th-there's the Ma'k I knew." He smiled as he took one last breath before his head fell to my chest. I couldn't take this anymore. I laid Aaron down gently as I stood up.
"You've haunted me for far too long. You haunted me in my dreams. You took over my body too many times. And I'm sick and tired of it all. I hope I'm spared because I had no control over what happened to me or anybody else. But I know for a fact that there will be a special place just for you in Hell, Darkiplier. I hope you're happy with what you've done, because I'm going to end it now. I forced the claws to grow back. I looked at my hand, looking over each claw. I looked down at Aaron, feeling a tear fall.
With lightning fast speed, I drove the claws through my heart, feeling them go out the other side. I smiled as I heard Dark screaming in pain. Falling to my knees, I finally felt free.
So do you guys like it so far? Do you want me to continue or are you good with just everybody dying?
Also, listen to Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes and think back to this chapter. I just realized that it kinda fits together.