TW/CW: Graphic depictions of blood, violence, gore.
Dark reeled back, shielding his eyes.
The lights blazed, blinding, and Antinstine lunged.
He tackled him—the breath left his lungs—and they collided onto the floor. Dark's head whiplashed—cracked—and stars crowded his vision. Pain swelled in his skull.
Antistine wrapped his hand around Dark's throat and lit up with sparks.
Dark screamed, and he clawed at Antinstine, trying to escape the hold. His body spazzed under the lightning, going molten hot. His jaw locked—teeth bared. Electricity boiled his blood—fried his nerves—
Antinstine grinned, eyes glowing neon, sinking his nails into Dark's neck. The sparks flared, snapping against the floor and the walls like thousands of claws.
Dark's feet scuffed on the floor. The lights flickered. Or maybe he was losing consciousness.
He struggled—pathetic—kicking—clawing—
He couldn't die yet. Not now. Not until he killed Antinstine first.
Dark's feet brushed Anti's stomach, and he kicked him off with all the force he could muster. The hands slid from his neck—sparks flew—and Antinstine stumbled back with a shout.
Dark grasped at the floor, heaving, sparks lighting up his body. They attacked him—no mercy—burning his body alive—charring his skin, his insides.
His heart lurched, and he clutched the ground, breathless. He could see his reflection in the floor, staring up at him. Sparks glowing, whipping to and fro—searing into his body. He bared his teeth and pressed his forehead against the floor. It was cold. He let out a broken cry.
Antinstine drew in a ragged breath and chuckled, standing with a flourish. Sparks curled from his eyes like fire—slid along his arms, his legs, his torso—until he glowed like the sun.
The lights flickered. Chandeliers rattled.
"I haven't even started, yet," breathed Antinstine, walking towards him. The sparks fizzed and snapped on the ground with his each and every step.
Dark struggled, feet sliding on the floor when he tried to stand up. A current ripped through him—lit his body on fire—and he collapsed with a cry of agony.
It couldn't end like this.
Dark gasped for breath, the floor cold beneath him.
This pain—
Dark screwed his eyes shut, Antinstine's footsteps thundering in his ears.
It was only temporary.
Dark shot out a hand—felt that energy in Anti's skull—and curled his fingers. Pain ripped through Anti's skull, and he howled. He clawed at his eyes and staggered back—lost his balance.
Dark heaved, pushing himself off the floor and to his feet. The room tilted, and he stumbled, catching his footing.
Shocks rippled through him—bright and painful—
He bared his teeth—curled his fingers—
Antinstine fell to a knee, his eyes burning. Pain laced through his skull—merciless—cutting through every nerve in his body like wildfire.
Dark staggered forward, hand twitching—and the pain dialed up. Up. Up.
Up.
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Fanfiction"I have tears from presidents, kings and queens, even servants. From them, I have power. Not the power of reigning over nations, but the power of knowing one's secrets." ➿ Mark, a renowned serial killer, murders celebrities of all kinds. He makes i...
