Voices in My Head

Chapter Seven

After a few weeks, Anti had lost track of how many leads they had pursued. How many people they tracked down and grinded for information on Dark's confinement. Anti was on the verge of giving up when he began composing his speech to Dark and honing his dagger to keep at least one promise to his boyfriend. With a hand smashing down into his shoulder and turning his head, Anti's stream of thinking was interrupted. Wilford stood behind him, a broad grin on his face.

"We found the bastard!" He chirped.

"Who is it?" Anti questioned.

Wilford's eyes darkened for a moment, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Who is it?" He repeated.

"Author...." Wilford mumbled, forming his hands into fists.

"I thought Dark banished him," Anti whispered.

"I thought so too. The bastard must have some power left or he figured out a way to escape." Wilford growled, hitting his first against the doorframe.

"Wilford, we need to remain calm. We're not going to help Dark if we just rush into what could potentially be a trap." Anti tried to reason by holding his hands out.

Wilford let out a sigh, pinching his nose. "I suppose you're right, I am sorry Anti. Just Author's name fires me up." Wilford apologized.

"I understand, listen if we are going to save Dark we need to figure out how he defeated him," Anti said.

"I suppose we can borrow Mark's car to see Dark." Wilford shrugged.

Anti shook his head and said, "No, Wilford, Dark is the only one who knows the spell and is powerful enough to permanently vanquish Author. We must return him to his family." He stated this.

Wilford's eyes widened, shaking his head furiously. "No, no, no, no. Anti Dark isn't well enough to leave the hospital, there is no telling what he'll do if we spring him." Wilford shouted.

"I know, but I am hoping that either you or I can snap him out of this spell or whatever Author did to him. Wilford, I know this is dangerous, but I can't just sit back and lose the only person who I care about. I love him." Anti begged.

Wilford sighed heavily after bouncing the notion back and forth for a long minute. "As much as I'd like to disagree with you, you're correct." He responded.

Anti jumped up and down clapping his hands, "Yes! Let's go." Anti shouted.

"Aren't we going to take Mark's car?" Wilford asked, scratching the back of his head while pointing to the pair of car keys on the coffee table.

"No, it'll be faster if we just teleport," Anti said, waving his hand at Wilford. Wilford rolled his eyes as Anti snatched his arm. They flew from the house to the hospital in a burst of green smoke.

"Do you remember where his room was?" The hospital's hallways were dark. Wilford muttered as he looked along both corridors.

"I think it was this way," Anti replied, grabbing Wilford's wrist, then quickly walking down the right hallway. They wandered around the hospital for an hour, before they found Dark's room. Dark was curled up on his bed, Anti gently tapped on the glass. After a couple of tries, Dark finally began to stir.

"Ant? What are you doing here?" He yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Glad to see you recognize me Drakie." Anti chuckled.

Dark cocked his head to the side and said, "I mean, why wouldn't I? Is there something wrong with you because you never visit?" He inquired.

Anti glanced over at Wilford, "You don't remember me coming to visit days ago?" Anti questioned.