Chapter 6
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I sneer as I watch them sleeping. I look at the man Mark is holding, I think Mark called him Aaron. Well, I think Aaron is getting in the way of my plans... And I'll have to do something about it. I smile as I step closer towards the bed, my claws growing as I go. I chuckle quietly as I stop right in front of him. "Sorry Aaron. It's nothing personal, but you're giving him false hope of being able to get rid of me and it's only making it harder for me to get him to give up. But by getting rid of you, it'll send him beyond repair... he'll finally be mine to command." I laughed silently. With lightning fast speed, I pulled my arm back. "Bye bitch." I said as my arm flew towards Aaron at the same speed.
My arm stopped... My arm... fucking stopped! "What the hell?!" I tried not to yell. I tried again and again. I could feel the rage start to boil. I stopped, closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I tried again but watched carefully to see exactly what was stopping me from killing Aaron.
What I saw only puzzled me more. It was a light green glow. Each time a claw got too close, this light green see-through wall would light up. A force field? I thought. How in the hel- when was there a fucking force field?!
"You might as well stop trying Dark..." A whispery voice said. I looked around seeing nobody. I knew the voice came from somebody else since Mark and Aaron were both fast asleep. I stalked quietly down the stairs. Only to see the back of Mark's head sitting at the couch. What the hell? I thought to myself as I stepped closer, walking to the side just to see what exactly I was looking at.
"Who are you?" I asked. He turned his head, a giant pink mustache resting above his top lip. He only smiled, not evilly... just an amused kind of smile. "Look pal... I don't know what you want, but he's mine... Got it?" I questioned him.
"To be quite honest... I don't think he is yours anymore." Instead of his amused smile, it looked more like the smile a twin would make when he got a puppy, while the other got an outdated iPod.
"And just who do you think you are, telling me that he doesn't belong to me anymore?" I ask bewildered.
"Oh, where are my manners." He says as he stands up and strides over towards me. "My name is Wilfrod Warfstache. I'm what you might call Mark's alter ego. Like how you're the darker side of him, I'm more like the brighter side of him." He says, smiling his amused smile again.
"So it was you that put up that damn force field?" I questioned angrily. "Actually no. I believe that was Mark doing that." He said chuckling ever so slightly. "He now knows that someone truly cares about him, so he feels safer and it's making his subconscious feel the need to protect that safe feeling. Because it noticed how you didn't really affect Mark when Aaron was around. Meaning your pretty much screwed if you even think you could kill Aaron. Plus… Now you'll have to go through me too if you try again." Suddenly his eyes went blood red, and he grew 2 inch long fangs as his mustache turned crimson red. He looked up at me and growled threateningly as he took a strong stance. I put my hands up and swallowed the hitch that was stuck in my throat. If he's the so called good side… then why does he look like this? "If you're his good side, then why do you look like that?" I ask holding up a mirror.
He blinked, before he relaxed his stance. He sniffed and cleared his throat as his eyes, fangs and mustache returned to normal. He looked away staring at the wall. "Sorry… I just get a little overprotective sometimes... Especially after I saw the damage you've done to Mark." He looked back at me, his eyes blood red again. "And don't even think about any bright ideas because I'll just feed you to the Hellhounds personally." He blinked again, his eyes returned to their normal brown. I just nodded my head.
I vanished out of sight, and slip into the shadows. I sit and ponder if I'll ever be back in control of Mark.