If Love Defined Evil

Losing Control

Jack's POV

I wondered why he needed my parents' address. His evil grin only made it slightly clear to me. But I didn't want to believe what I was thinking. We got into my car and left straight to the house. I sat there nervously.

I was afraid to ask or say anything, afraid it'd make him mad again. So I stayed silent through the whole ride. Once we got there, he stopped and looked up at the house. "This it?" He asked. I nodded, looking away from him.

He got out of the car and I did as well, knowing he'd want me to. He smiled and took out his knife again. I got chills every time he did. I just looked at it as he was handing it to me.

"W-what do you want me to do with that?" I asked, having quite an idea of what the answer was. He chuckled. I hated when he did that. "You...are gonna put an end to your pathetic makers." My eyes widened.

"What?! Fuck no, I'm not killing my parents!!!" I exclaimed angrily. "Even Mark would never ask me to do that- just never!!" I was hot headed. He walked up to me face to face.

"Listen here...now I don't know if you noticed...but I don't really give a shit about you or that fuckboy. I'm only here to get the job done. So don't expect me to grow some mushy feelings over you." He said sternly.

"Now get in there and get it over with." He demanded. I stayed silent, cowering in fear. "TAKE THE DAMN KNIFE." He raised his voice. I began to cry and I shook my head, stepping away from it.

"I...I can't..."

"Oh NOW you can't!? After you've killed an innocent man, Ken, and you're ex girlfriend. NOW YOU CAN'T!?!?" He yelled angrily. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." I said quietly, wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

"Oh you're sorry, huh? Reeeal sorry." I nodded. "Why don't you tell that to them? Go tell them how sorry you are about killing them and taking pleasure in it." He said sternly. I began to cry more.

"GO TELL THEM, JACK. TELL THEM HOW SORRY YOU ARE!!" He yelled again.

"Stop it!!I didn't want to do it-I didn't want to kill anyone!! You captivated my mind into doing it-you knew I didn't want to!!! GO DIE IN HELL!!!"

I started hitting him and throwing punches at him.

"Jack!!" I heard him call. "NO- FUCK YOU!!" I kept hitting him. "Jack stop!!" He grabbed my wrists, stopping me from doing anything else. I looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing!?" He asked.

Then I realized who he was. "Mark...? W-where is..." I looked at his right hand to see if the knife was there, but I only saw his phone. "B-but...you wanted me to...take the knife from you..." I said in confusion.

"What? No I was asking you to hold my phone for a quick second so I could tie my shoe. The knife is still at home."  I kept staring him in confusion. "Where did...Dark go...?" I asked. He gave a serious look.

"How do you know who that is..." He asked in a serious tone. "H-he was...just here...he took over your body and...forced me to lead him here..." I said, pointing to the house. Mark looked up at it.

Sudden realization poured over him. "Oh...shit...dammit I told him not to do this..." He backed away and went to the car. "Come on. We need to go. Now." He said without a second thought. In the car, I decided to speak.

"Mark...?" I called him. He hesitated to answer. "Yes...Jack...?" I looked down. "I don't...I don't...want...to kill people anymore..." I said, not wanting to look back up. He kept silent for a moment.

"I know..." Was all he said. It wasn't the reaction I expected at all. But I guess it was better. I noticed something purplish on his wrist. Before I could get a good look at it, he pulled his sleeve over it.

"What's that...?" I asked him. "Nothing...it's nothing..." He responded quickly. I grew suspicious. He pulled back up to my house and got out the car, running inside.

Mark's POV

I rushed inside the house before he could catch up to me. I ran straight to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I rolled up my sleeve to see my veins going a dark purple down my forearm.

I tried to keep calm as I removed my shirt. I looked at the mirror to see a dark spot in the middle of my chest, purple veiny lines spread out from it. I gasped and backed away quickly, covering my mouth with my hand.

Trembling, I reached my hand down to the spot slowly. I could feel my skin crawl as soon as I touched it. I pulled my hand away quickly. "Mark!? Mark open the door!" Jack shouted, banging on the door.

I closed my eyes trying to ignore him. "Why are you doing this...I've been following your instructions as you told me to..." I said to Dark. He didn't respond to me. I could already sense he was angry.

I picked up my shirt and put it back on, trying my best to hide my arm. I opened the door to see Jack waiting on the other side. "Mark what's going on?" He asked in concern. "It's nothing...really...everything's fine..."

"Mark you don't have to lie to me...just tell me what's wrong..." He pleaded. "I said I'm fine." I said sternly. He stayed silent. I walked passed him into a bed room. I sat at the edge of the bed and uncovered my arm again.

The veins started to reach up to my fingertips. I could feel beads of sweat dripping from my forehead. "Dark please...answer me!!" I begged. But  still no answer. I heard Jack come in and I hid my arm again.

"What do you want?" I asked looking over at him. He looked down. I stood up, grabbing the knife on the night stand.