The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 14

        We're arguing. Something that rarely happens between us. I can't even remember how it started, but it becomes a bit of a fistfight. I didn't think Jack would lose it like this. I would expect him to be the calm one since he's got more control than I.
        "Mark, will you SHUT UP!!!" He yells. Automatically, I (as many human beings would) do the opposite. Hey, when he told me not to, I then suddenly felt like doing the opposite.
        "No!" I retort. "I won't! This is my house and I can say and speak however and whenever I'd like!" Jack snaps and slams me against the wall, his hand holding on tightly to the neck of my shirt. He's way stronger than he looks, let me just say that now. But of course, I'm still stronger. I grab him by his shoulders and turn around and slam him against the wall. This time, I keep him pinned down, though he struggles.
        "Mark!" Jack huffs. "Let go of me, you gigantic fuckin' hulk!" I remain in my position.
        "No!" I say back defiantly, almost like a little two years old who took someone's ice cream. "I won't, so you can come and kiss my ass!" Jack growls and struggles, even more, trying his best to get out of my iron hold.
        "No!" Jack retorts. "How about you go to the bathroom and fix your tampon! I think ya shoved it up there the wrong way!" I move my hand, to the neck of his shirt, pull him close, and growl. Then, that's when Matt and Ryan come home from wherever the hell they went (with my anger up, I can't even remember and don't really care).
        "Stop! Both of you!" Ryan yells. Matt and Ryan come and put their hand on our shoulder. Matt on Jack and Ryan on me.
        "What the hell is wrong with you two?!" Matt asks while looking at us both. "Wait, does this have something to do with some werewolf thing? Full moon?" We both look at him and I think it answered the question.
        "Ok, look," Ryan says while we calm down from our heated argument. "I don't care if it's the fucking green moon, but you two have got to cooperate. Try not to get on each other's nerves, alright?"
        "Yeah," Matt says. "You two just sit there and be happy and do whatever goofy shit you guys usually do. It isn't right for you two to be arguing like that. It's unnatural." And with that, Matt and Ryan leave to their rooms and do whatever business they have to do. We end up sitting in silence and do literally nothing. We just stare at the walls in thought and just waiting for the second full moon to happen.
        "Ugh, I feel like shit already," I moan. Jack nods in agreement. "I feel sick, my hands are shaking, and I have a bad headache."
        "Same here, lad," Jack says. "Man, my hands won't stop shakin'. But I'm sure it isn't as bad as you have it. The symptoms aren't that bad compared to yours. I feel kinda fine. I just have a very small headache and I feel the wolf beneath my skin. I hate it."
        "I hate it more than you," I moan. "Especially since the symptoms are greater than yours. I feel like I jumped off the thirteenth floor and lived. Holy damn!"
        "That's how I felt when I was younger," Jack says. "I got so fuckin' mad at my dad when he would help me train. I don't know what it was, but usually, when my dad trained me I usually wasn't in the mood for anything. Everything became much more irritable to me."
        "Yeah," I reply in agreement. "Everything just pisses me off now. If I were to lightly stub my toe or something, it would piss me off. It's hard to explain because I can't think, but basically, small things cause a big reaction. Let's just put it that way."
        "That's probably how the whole argument started," Jack says. "I don't even remember what we were arguing about. I can't think of it."
        "Yeah," I reply back, furrowing my brow. "Me neither. It must've not been that important if we can't remember a single bit about the topic that made us mad."
        "Yeah," Jack replies back. We wait for the time to come and I get sicker and sicker as the moon slowly starts to rise. We go down in the basement and I use the manacles I took to tie myself down. Jack doesn't need to, but does anyway "just in case". We wait as the moon rises. I then fall to my knees as the pain comes over my body.
        "AAAAAH!" I scream. I forgot that this is way more painful since I'm fully transforming. "OH GOD!!! I FORGOT HOW MUCH MORE THIS HURTS!!! FUCKING HELL!!!" This sucks ass in case you're wondering. I let out a low and gurgled growl that makes blood drip from my mouth before my world goes black.

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I wake up feeling like I have a bad hangover. I groan as I wake up to feel my limbs very very sore.
        "You awake over there?" Jack asks me from his side. I groan again in response. "Yeah, I'm feeling your pain. I'm a little sore myself. Fuck." I slowly get up. Man, my limbs feel like I just did a whole badass workout at the gym or something. I'm sore literally everywhere.
        "I thought you were supposed to be some werewolf master or something," I say to him. I hear Jack get up and undo his manacles.
        "I'm not a master, that's for sure," he says. "But I've mainly got it. When the wolf is out, it's fuckin' out. I mean, I can take control more easily than you can, but I mean, it still hurts and everything. I can also remember a bit more than you can."
        "I don't think I want to remember," I reply with my eyebrows raised. I grab my glasses and slide them on, my eyes now able to entirely focus. I blink a few times before looking down at myself. My clothes are torn and I can feel the mess of my hair. You know, how you can feel your hair being brushed in the opposite direction or something? Kinda like that.
        "Well, why wouldn't ya?" He asks with a shrug.
        "What if I kill someone?" I ask with my eyebrows raised. "I definitely wouldn't want to remember that." Jack smiles.
        "That's kinda the point," he replies while we walk upstairs. "By the time you can remember, you should be mostly in control." After our little chat, we both take showers. I'm for once not tired and apparently, Jack isn't either, because he joins me on the couch.
        "You look weird with your hair not so floofy," Jack points out. "Like, I'm used to seeing your hair all poofy, but now it's just matted to your head."
        "Yeah, I know," I reply with a smile. "When I get my hair wet, my head actually feels a little heavier. My hair is like a fuckin' sponge when it comes to water."
        "You guys aren't tired?" Matt asks when he walks in. "I thought you guys would be passed out. You guys were kinda loud, to be honest."
        "I actually surprised myself," I reply. "I thought I'd be bead tired, but I'm just a little tired. Not sure about Happy Pants over there though."
        "Well," Jack says with a chuckle. "Good ol, 'Happy Pants' is doin' fine." We all chuckle a bit.
        "We need to record some videos," I reply, now thinking about my 'job' (I don't really like calling it that).
        "Yeah," Jack replies. "What do ya feel like doin'? Happy Wheels? Five Nights at Freddy's?" I shrug. I am the FNAF King.
        "Five Nights at Freddy's?" I ask all smug. "Do you really think that you can beat the FNAF King?" Jack smiles.
        "You're on, lad!" We both jump up to start the challenge immediately. I get my camera ready and pull up FNAF 4. We aren't gonna play any of the other pussy games. We're going straight to the fourth. We slide on our headphones and start.
         "Hello, everybody," I start with my regular intro. "My name is Markiplier, and today we are here with JackSepticEye."
         "Top of the mornin'," he says regularly.
         "Jack here thinks he can beat the FNAF King," I reply. "So today, we're gonna see if it's possible to beat the King of Five Nights at Freddy's (which I highly doubt by the way). But enough stalling, LETS GET STARTED SHALL WE?!" I decide to go first and we start the game.
         "Let the nightmares begin," Jack comments.