Killer Love(Septiplier)

Enough

He hit me again and again, before his eyes flashed from unnatural, to a bright, normal blue.

"Enough! " He yelled, almost falling to his knees. He unlocked my wrists, and caught me before I hit the ground."I can't..." He sobbed, "I can't. I love you. I'm done."

I reached up in my pain-wracked, delusional state, and pulled his lips to mine. I tasted a familiar taste. His blood. He had bit his lip while he was beating me.

"I love you Mark. But I don't know how to love. Will- Will you teach me?" He practically begged,

"Yes. I will. I will." I'd lost it. I loved him back.

He kissed me back, and he pulled away, and lifted me onto my feet. He wrapped his arms around me, and I passed out in his embrace.

When I woke, I was on a couch. With a clear view down the hall to the Room. He lay on the floor, unmoving.

"Jack...?" I got up and staggered like a drunk over to him.

The largest knife was missing from the table, and I soon found it. It was buried to the hilt in his chest, his hand still on it. His breathing came in ragged gasps. The rational part of my brain told me to let him die. But I knelt at his side.

"Mark... I'm sorry..." He coughed, blood pouring like a small waterfall from between his lips.

"No. No. Nonono. You can't do this no." I lit the candle, and heated up another blade. "Stay with me Jack. Please. I promised to help you learn to love." I pulled out the knife, and cauterized the gaping hole with the heated metal. He screamed. I turned my attention to the cuts underneath his fatal strike. They spelled out All Monsters Die. "Oh Jack..." Another few directly over his heart- exactly where he had carved the eye onto me- formed an "M". For Mark.

"Mark... I'm sorry... I belong to you always..."

"Shh. Save your breath. It's okay. I've got you." I carried him to the bathroom, and washed his wounds, flinching every time I caused him pain. "I'll stay with you. It's okay."

He nodded weakly, and his eyes rolled back. I frantically checked for a pulse. I sighed in relief. It was faint, but steady. I carried him to my room, and laid him down. I found the kitchen, and some bacon in the fridge. I started to cook.

The bacon was done, and I was cutting up an apple, when something landed softly across my shoulders. It was my flannel. I turned, to see him standing there, eyes blue, paler than ever.

"I see you found the kitchen."He said, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah. Are you hungry?" I asked,  smiling at him a little.

"N-no... I kind of feel sick. But you go ahead..." He sat down at the table and started to fiddle with something. It was a wooden doll, about the size of  a mouse.

"What's that?" I asked, as I sat down next to him with my plate, and pushed a smaller plate in front of him, with only two strips of bacon, and one apple slice. He picked up the apple reluctantly, and took a tiny bite.

"My sister's 5 year old daughter gave it to me... I killed them both after dinner that same evening..."

I put a hand on his shoulder. "Oh Jack..."

"I lost everything, that week... I was fifteen.... it was the day after my special genetics started to show themselves.... I enjoyed violence more and more from that moment on as the experiments they did started to show results. They took me, and they put me in a cage. Sent in a death row prisoner to fight me every day to see how my instincts took over in different situations. I killed them all, and I started to like it. Then they sent in a little girl in a pretty dress. I killed her on sight. Tore her throat out with my teeth and watched her drown in her own blood... I escaped... by killing all the employees... And I came to America. Where I started taking people. And doing what I did to you. Trying- trying to pass off my pain to them. And to try and lose myself completely into the monster I had become with no shred of Sean "Jack" William McLoughlin left... Because I didn't think I could ever come back from what I've done... until I met you." He put his cold, pale hand on top of mine, and tears began to drip onto the doll as he stared at it.

"Eat." I said softly, pulling my hand away, and trying to distract him from his memories. "When was the last time you actually ate a full meal?"

"A couple weeks ago... The day I brought you the food with the note, actually."

No wonder I felt so weak. Not only was the shit beat out of me, I hadn't eaten in days, by his count.

"Then here." I slid two more strips of bacon onto his plate, and ran a hand through his soft green hair. "We both need to eat."

He managed a small smile. "Okay..." he leaned his head on my shoulder, and slid an arm around my waist, his smile fading. His other hand gripped the doll until it started to bleed.

"Hey. Hey. Don't." I put my hand on his, and gently pried his fingers from around it. "Let's get that cleaned up."

"No! I- I mean, no... I... Can we just sit on the couch together? Please...?" He looked at me, eyes blue and beautiful.

"I'll be back. You eat, while I go get something for your hand, and then we can sit on the couch for as long as you want, okay?" I kissed him lightly. Wait. Was I actually starting to fall for him? Oh hell no. That couldn't-... Could it? He seemed like a wonderful person now that his dark side was gone. And he was pretty cute...

"You okay?" His voice shocked me out of my thoughts.

"What? Oh. Yeah. Uh... I'll be back." I got up, and went to the bathroom to get some first aid stuff.