Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 4

A.N: Hey guys! I experimented with this chapter so it may be a bit different but hopefully still enjoyable :) Love you all! Enjoy!! xxx

Warmth surrounded him, the comforting touch of his inviting palms resting on his tensed back. A tender grasp moving his head towards his soft chest. His rapid breathing gradually meeting to the rhythmic heartbeat. A gentle wave washed over him, allowing a shower of relief to fill his damaged figure. He shook with fear, anger and a mix of clashing emotions. Fingertips glided smoothly against his smooth locks, anguish befell his relieved expression before a familiar voice gently filled his ears. A passionate face gazed down onto Mark's, the familiar features calming down his own enraged expression. Warm, blue eyes melted into his own, running throughout the rest of his calming body. Moving closer into view, Mark scanned him attempting to remember each of his features. He gripped against the collar, attached to his gleaming, cream shirt. Terror devoured him, plain torment was plastered on his face, as he tightly held the only hope he had left. The only light in the darkness that engulfed him.

"Why are you so afraid?"

"It's coming for me."

"What is?"

"The dark."

His hand rested against his shoulder, tensing at the sudden movement.

"I won't let it."

"Jack..."

Jack stared back at Mark, their pupils dilated. Mark's heart raced, his hands lightly began to shake. As Jack's warm touch gripped against them, he smiled moving closer towards Mark's startled figure. Leaning in slowly towards Jack, Mark felt his soft breath brush against his flustered expression. His eyes began to shut, allowing his obedient self to move closer towards the man in front of him. He wanted this. He needed this. This was it. He'd finally found hope. The flickering light, keeping him alive. Keeping him safe. Keeping him sane.

Jack's hand slowly moved up, attempting to rest against Mark's warm cheek. Then it happened. The light had died. His hope slowly drowning in the darkness. Mark desperately reached out, the familiar feeling faded away, the warmth quickly turning into nothing. Blankly he stared, the light was in front of him, but he couldn't feel it. The hope he had yearned for, suddenly vanishing. The Irish man drifting away from his tight grasp, but physically still did hold him. This wasn't right. He was here, but he wasn't. His eyes were no longer blue, but now a dull, grey. The life had been sucked out of him. His limp hand fell through his own, slowly Jack began to fade.

"Mark?"

Silence.

Mark sat there, falling forward as the now obliterated man had vanished. Trembling silently, Mark whimpered before noticing the footsteps from afar. His piercing gaze shot through his shaking body, Mark could only grasp softly at his punctured leg, wincing at the searing pain. The reality was falling back, he could fell the movement of the now blood – drenched shackles. Instead of the sinister laughter he was so used to, he now heard the scraping of a blade against the brick wall. Writhing around only caused more discomfort, as the shackles tightened around his marked wrists. Dark merely glared at him. Mark had figured by now he had realized that he too was locked in here with himself. A relieving sigh left his split lip, warming the small trail of the dark, red substance. Dark glided towards him, suave movements present in his current state of ease. Mark sharply turned, eyeing the ground beneath him instead of facing that sickening creature. He's not human. The cold grasp on his chin lifted him up harshly. His index finger dug viciously through the back of his chin, whilst his thumb balanced between the crack which separated his darkened lips from his bent chin. The cold blow that Dark had left Mark with, now remained as a dent noticeably contorted to the right. Hypnotizing, cherry eyes looked down upon his trapped victim, staring into his terrified chocolate eyes only filled him with more satisfaction, his thirst for blood devoured at his mind. Fear was truly beautiful.