Not Your Romeo and Juliet

Chapter 15

(Violence)

The room was in total disarray. Sickening laughs, whispers to make you go insane, the sounds of crying from Red Son, wishing his friend to stop attacking him. I have never seen Red Son so upset other than when DBK is being the nasty father he is.

I pity him, I really. He deserves better. He doesn't deserve the betrayal of his best friend too. I know Red Son thinks he can get the boy back but, I wasn't sure about that myself. I've seen parts of him, dangerous parts. Mk could kill red Son if he was angry enough, and he was.

The whole reason he awoke was because he was pissed, mad at the fire demon. I knew the reason, and that was my fault.

I intended for it though.

And this was Red Son's problem to attend to.

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Macaque left me.

He left in cold blood as the corrupted Mk grinned in my face, eyes glowing. My chest heaved as the grin from earlier today was stuck in my vision, this must be crazy, because the nicely dressed possessed man did the same thing. So this truely was Baigujing.

Glass pricked at my skin and was in my hair by now as I writhed in Mk's grip, he would not let go. My hair was lighting up and the glass melted by the power of the Samadhi Fire. Skin bled, but I stayed strong, or attempted to.

"M- Mk! Please, stop this!" I yell, trying to lift my arm but the noodle boy had gotten terribly stronger. I groan, whispers driving me insane. Mk's grin slides off his face into a glare and I shiver.

I take the moment of distraction to lift my arm, yelling as I grabbed a handful of hair and slammed him into the glass beside me. He made no noise, nothing. I felt a lump in my throat, guilt.

I should not feel like this when he's trying to kill me as well.

I should be mad.

I start to weaken and cry, yet my grip is still hard, hot with my power. Mk writhes as the glass pricks into his cheek, small drops of blood peeking from his skin and dripping onto the floor.

I have to do this, or I'll never be as powerful as my father, he'll never accept me. I have Macaque though, right...?

No, he left.

This is my problem.

They won't ever be disappointed again.

I know I messed up at some point because that certain irritating clang of noise was in my head again, like what happened at the sewers, everything flashing blue. I yell, being grabbed. More glass broke as Mk threw me off of him and into the room below.

I hit the floor hard, grasping for breath. It only takes me a moment to hop back up, flames quickly igniting to my clenched fists. "Mk, I know you're in there! Come on, it's Red Son!"

Mk turns and looks to me blankly, then eerily tilts his head and smirks.

As he speaks, whispers repeat it all over and I barely understand.

"I no longer am needing your assistance, Red Son. Now do as I say, or I'll kill you. Leave me the fuck alone."

Wasn't what I was expecting from a demon spirit, but they way it was spoken hurt me, scared me. It really was no longer Mk.