The Darkness Taking Over: Book 2

Chapter 27

      I wake up. I grab for my glasses on my bedside table, my eyes barely even open. I jam my glasses on my face, almost stabbing my eye out. I go downstairs and pour me some coffee that Google made. I fix it up and take a sip. I'm not sure what the hell it is, but something isn't right. I feel off. Other than my head throbbing; my body being sore, I'm cool. But I don't know, it's just one of those mornings. Google is just standing there, watching me with that creepy and mischievous smirk on his face. I try ignore it, but it harder than you think, especially since he's a robot and doesn't technically need to blink. I walk away and go upstairs to get my phone. I walk past Dark's current room and hear low growls and soft whimpers. I listen more closely and hear what sounds like a female, and then Dark raping her or whatever the hell he does. I knock at least. He's gotta give me some fucking credit for that.
      "What?" He asks sharply.
      "I just wanted to know what the fuck you're doing in there," I say lowly, my voice rumbling. "And hey, you've got to give me credit for actually knocking for once."
      "Fine, you have credit," Dark says, I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "But how about you fuck off and I continue doing my business." I walk off and hear the sounds again. I use my wolf hearing this time so that I can clearly hear it. Yep, definitely a girl. Unless Dark does pretty damn good girl impressions. But even if he does, I can still hear him at the same time. I hear her mumble. It sounds like a cloth is covering her mouth. I swear if Dark is rapping someone, I'm gonna kick his ass into the next century. He can be evil, but don't put the damn girl through hell. My phone then beeps.

Jack: hi, lad. How are things over there?
Mark: it's alright. It sounds like Dark has a girl in his room with a cloth over her mouth. If he's rapping someone, I'm gonna kill him. And Wilford has returned to me. What about you?
Jack: eh. Fine I guess. I got shocked by some electric guy. Did Dark ever tell ya?
Mark: some
Jack: ok good. It's kinda long story. It sucked ass though. Anti actually thought that I was pranking him at first.
Mark: wow. Well, I better let you get some sleep. It's probably dark over there for you
Jack: yea, it's night. Well, good night. Or good morning for you.
Mark: yea, good night

      I set my phone down beside me on my bed. I'm so curious, but I also enjoy having my head and the rest of my body parts attached to my body. I'll just wait until he leaves or something. Then I'll hopefully have my chance. But thing is, Dark being me, he's gonna know that I'm a nosy butthole and is gonna do some kind of trap. I've got to watch out for that.

Dark's POV

I walk out of the door, leaving the room unattended, for Mark to explore. Now, me just being another part of Mark, I know how he is. He can be a curious little dick and go nosing around. Now, of course, I prepared for that. I'm not gonna say, because it's secret. We'll just let Markimoo figure it out for himself.
      Anyway, I walk along outside, enjoying the scene. I feel good walking around, it's good to get out of that dingy place every now and then and get some fresh air. I'm invisible, not in the mood for fans. They creep me out sometimes, some of them are real narcissists and don't even seem to think about my part, just for me to know every little micro detail about them. But that's some. Others are the complete opposite. They want to know everything about me. Which is nice, but sometimes it can get a little odd. I let my wings out and shoot up into the sky, letting the wind blow through my hair. Sometimes I really need this, to get out and fly and let the wind hold me and stretch out my wings. With me and my stupid and clumsy self, I drop my phone when I take it out to read a text.
      "Shit," I mumble to myself. I shoot down after it, my wings half folded and half open. The wind rushes past my face and goes into my shirt and I grab my phone firmly and check it, flapping my wings to keep myself aloft.

Anti: hi, lad. How are things?
Dark: everything's cool. Nothing much has been going on. I'm just flying around right now. The gay one finally decided to go back into Mark.
Anti: cool! Now you won't have to deal with his bullshit anymore.
Dark: yea

      I stuff my phone in my pocket and zip up the little zipper. I don't need my phone flying out again. Anyway, after a few hours of flying around and goofing off, I head back. I turn the knob, but it's locked.
      "Hm," I say. I shrug and go right through the door. The lights are shut off at the power box, or one of the cables are torn, because I'm flipping the lights on but nothing is happening. Seeing in the dark isn't much of a problem for me anyway. Great, this is starting to sound like Anti's experience. I search around and find my bedroom door wide open. I make my trusty baseball bat zoom into my hand, now holding it at the ready. I look in Mark's room, which is a huge mess. Things are strewn all about the floor, the bedsheets torn and thrown about. I furrow my brow in discontent. I walk back around and head into my room. Everything was searched through, nothing activated. Nothing much would've happened, only some ropes to come and bind whoever comes in here. Except for me, of course.
      "You finally came," Mark's voice says. I turn around quickly, but I find no one. I can see perfectly, but he isn't in my sight.
       "Mark what the fuck is going on here?!" I ask, my temper rising a little knowing that it's just that dickbag screwing around with me.
       "I'm not Mark," he says. "I'm your worst nightmare." I roll my eyes and hold the bat at ready, my vision starting to haze red.
       "Then who are you?" I ask with sarcasm. "Because I only have nightmares of Frosty and Dora shooting rainbows from their asses and puking unicorns."
      "Mm," he says with a tone like he's talking to a five year old who did something bad. "Your sarcasm will get you into trouble."
       "Well, smartass," I growl. "If you didn't know, I don't have nightmares. I give them." Mark walks out in front of me, his eyes glowing a bright orange. I narrow my eyes with confusion. Mark's eyes turn dark yellow, not orange. I now see the light haze of flames covering his body, licking at him, but causing no harm to his physical being.
       "Not a good use of language," he says. "You've got a good amount of language, but yet you choose to use such profane language." I send the bat flying for his head, but he grabs it firmly. Everything is frozen, I watch as the bat where he's holding it, turns a bright red and actually melts. I tug the bat away and throw it aside. Mark has that look that Google constantly does. He slightly opens his mouth, revealing two rows of pointy teeth. In a flash he's on top of me, burning my flesh. Though no pain or effect comes, I feel something that I've never felt before. He's draining my energy. I fall the the floor, the energy draining from my body. I gather the strength and kick him, sending him stumbling back. When I kick someone, they usually go flying back, not stumbling.