The Darkness Taking Over: Book 2

Chapter 12

Dark's POV

I'm on top of Wilford, holding him by the neck of his shirt.
      "Shut up!" I growl. "Shut the fuck up!"
      "Ah, what the fuck?!" Wilford screams, struggling to get loose. "Get the fuck off of me you rapist!"
      "You're so dead!" I snarl, slowly pressing my hand against his throat, crushing his windpipe.
      "DARK!" Mark yells, tackling me. "What in the hell is wrong with you?!" Mark glares at me while Jack goes over and makes sure that Wilford is alright.
      "I was having a civilized argument with him, Mark," I reply with a flat voice.
      "And by 'civilized', you mean choke him to death, right?" Mark asks. I shrug. "This is bullshit, Dark. How can I trust to leave the house or even go to another room, without having to think about how Wilford could be getting strangled?"
      "Well," I growl. "If you were me, then you'd want to do the same thing."
      "But I'm not you," Mark growls back. "I don't enjoy pain. I don't have to kill people. I don't have the lust for the feeling of blood on my hands. I'm not you." And with that Mark walks off, before he gets more mad and decides to slap the piss out of me.
      "I'm going for a walk," I mumble before heading out the door, making myself invisible. I don't want to be bothered or seen by anyone. I just go and walk, letting myself pass through people like a ghost. I just need some fresh air and get out of that damn place every once in a while. I stuff my hands in my pockets and look around, just taking in the familiar places. One of these days, I'm probably gonna kill Wilford. It's a surprise that I haven't already done so. I make myself visible when no one will notice, but I make myself appear different to another person. I still look like myself, but to every other person who looks at me will see someone different. They will see a short man with blue eyes and blonde hair and a clean shaved face. I then walk into a cafe and order a coffee. I stand by the counter as the lady makes it.
      "Here's your coffee, sir," the lady replies. "That will be $2.37." I give her the right amount in cash. "Thank you and have a nice day, sir!"
      "You too," I reply. I go and sit down at a small table in the corner. I can't stand Willfrd with his bullshit self. Why do I have to be the person to hate him? The most dangerous of the three and I have to be chosen. I sip on my coffee, not really paying attention to the people around me. My phone beeps and I turn it on.

Mark: Hey, where are you?
Dark: None of your fucking business.
Mark: Dammit, Dark. Come one. Where the fuck are you?
Dark: I'm having a coffee. Don't wet you pants. Damn.
Mark: Hey, I just wanted to know. It's not like I was asking you to tell me something personal. Not like I would have to anyway.

I roll my eyes and set my phone down screen first. I don't want to see anymore messages. I then pull the little switch down, muting my ringer. I don't even wanna know. If he has something important to say, then he can call me. Ya know? Now that I think about it. I've been bitten by a werewolf before, but I never ended up turning into one. How the fuck does this work? Dammit! I'll probably never find out. I take another sip of my coffee and run my fingers through my hair. This is all a bunch of bullshit. Bullshit for me. Bullshit for Mark. Bullshit for Anti. Bullshit for Jack. Bullshit for everyone. How the hell am I supposed to make myself normal again? Is there an antidote to cure it? I've heard that there aren't any antidotes. No cure. That you'll just have to live with this bullshit.
      "Are you alright, sir?" The waiter girl asks me. "Do ya need anything, sugah?"
      "No, thanks," I reply. "I'm fine right now."
      "If ya need anything, just hallah." And with that, she walks off. I take another sip from my coffee. I sigh, I guess I'll head home soon. I can stay out here forever. I wouldn't want to anyway. I don't like the public much. I like keeping to myself. When I finish my coffee, I thank the lady and leave. As I walk down the street, I hear a scream. I look around, but the damn street are empty. I listen some more and hear another. I follow it to an alley. I let myself see in the dark, now seeing the man abusing the woman. I know I'm the bad guy, but fuck! Nobody hurts other people but me!
      "Please!" The girl whimpers. "Please let me be! I just wanted to go home!"
      "You didn't give me what I want, girly," the man replies, his voice deep and rumbling. "This is your punishment."
      "Don't I have the freedom to do what I choose?" She replies angrily.
SMACK!
      "Yea," the man says. "And I'll do what I choose. You're a woman, you have no fucking choices." By now, I'm running up to him.
      "No!" The woman says, holding her hand out to me. "Don't hurt yourself for me! Please! He's really strong!"
      "Well," I growl. "So am I. In fact, stronger." The man laughs.
      "Stronger? Ha!" The man turns toward me. Sadly, the woman can't get out, she is still in the corner. "Would you like me to prove your theory wrong?"
      "Actually," I snarl. "I'd like to prove it right." And with that, I jump up and punch him. This guy has to at least be six foot ten. The man's face flies back, blood dripping from his mouth. I can feel my bloodlust coming. I let some in, but keep most back. I don't want to kill him to be honest. I just wanna show him what's what.
      "My turn," the man says, wiping blood with the back of his hand. He punches me right in the face, but my head doesn't even move an inch. The thing that moves is my hair due to the air coming from the swing. He throws another and I block it, grabbing his hand in mine. "What the fuck?" I cock my head to side and lightly squeeze my hand, which to the man is like me crushing his. "Gah dammit!"
      "Will you leave this woman alone?" I ask, my voice monotone and rumbling.
      "Yes yes!" He says. "I'll never lay eyes on the woman again!" I raise an eyebrow. "I'll move out of the state if I have to!" I release his hand and he grabs his wrist before stumbling away. I look at the girl and she cowards against the corner. My eyes are probably blood red. I bend my hand down and put my hand over my eyes, rubbing them. I then open them and walk towards her. I hold out my hand and she hesitates before taking it. I pull her up without even trying.
      "T-thanks," she says shakily. "How did you do that?" I scratch the back of my head and look to the side.
      "I can't really tell you that," I reply. "I just have some special abilities that a whole lot of people don't have. That's about all I can tell ya, ma'am." With that we walk out of the alley and go our ways.
      "Wait!" She calls. I turn around. "What's your name?
      "People call me Dark." And with that I walk away into the shadows.