Inside // Septiplier

Chapter 7

"Keep him still." His concentration was fixed only towards the man in front of him, an empty syringe was tossed across the room, the shattering of the glass silencing his muffled cries. Dark had released his grip upon Jack's mouth in order to imprison his captive. His arms were twisted behind his own sore back, Dark's harsh grip pinning them against his feeble structure. Jack could now experience the searing pain that he would receive. Anti forgot the idea of havoc, focused only on the errand that Dark had promised him. This would be fun.

Through gritted teeth, Jack would curse at his familiar figure who stood before him. This only entertained Anti even more, a few chuckles from Dark would also follow. Anti's clutches still withheld the weapon that now glistened with the delicious substance. Jack's gaze soon fixed itself upon the man opposite from where he was kept. Dark smiled. Perhaps Jack didn't like Mark, but at this point in time, he didn't care. The exhilaration both men felt were enough to satisfy him. Anti would enact his deed upon Jack and Dark would feel the torment that Mark would feel once observing his friend. Either way, both of them won.

"Sweetie, someone as delicate as you shouldn't be using those words." Dark's sarcasm lingered throughout Jack's distant mind. Jack could only hope that Mark wouldn't wake up. A blood – curdling scream followed as he felt the sharpened blade pierce another area of damaged flesh. He had multiple stab wounds, all decorated with patterns of crimson, Dark would find himself sucking against his sweet skin. Anti would only glare at Dark. The flesh that fell against the Irishman's skin, stung the punctured markings. Anti would giggle seeing Jack's expression of agony, Dark would only continue to devour the trickling substance.

There would be times when Anti or Dark would exit taking a short break from their helpless victim, Jack took it upon himself to savor these moments, the only time he could feel the short but sweet relief. When Anti left, he would return with another enticing weapon. Dark, would come back with one could only imagine, more injections. Both would never leave Jack, individually they took turns, attempting to break the little sanity that remained in him. Yet all this happened, in only a short amount of time. Mark still lied on the ground. Unconscious. Helpless. Innocent.

Anti would spot the forlorn gaze that Jack would use to spy upon the man. The small remnants of Jack's sanity now lied with Mark. "Another dose, Dark." Struggling proved only futile, but Jack in desperation holding to the little bits of hope would fight against the two men. Escape seemed like his only option. The familiar cold, metal would dig into his pierced skin, emptying its contents. By now Jack was surprised he still carried blood. The sharp gashes ran along his spine. A puddle of deep, vermilion rested below him, almost drowning him. He would hear the outbursts from both men, relying only for someone to rescue him from their handiwork. "Look Dark, he's trying to sleep. Poor baby, should we sing him a lullaby?" Anti's eyes gleamed maliciously, Dark's gaze drawing upon them, both laughed sinisterly.

Dark would exit the room, presumably retrieving the poison. Being left with Jack only furthered Anti's darkened excitement. "Do you remember me, Jack?" Anti had leaned in, centimetres away from Jack's own tormented gaze. His lips were sealed tight, Jack would ignore Anti, the only resistance that he could control. A cold grasp would fall against his throbbing head, placing itself violently against his forehead. A muffled gasp would escape him, a reaction from the sudden heave against the pole behind him. "Do you, Jack?" He was fixed upon the right eye, blackness filling in the unknown void. Anti would hiss in anger, shoving Jack forcefully into the pole. "Answer me." His neon, green eye pierced through Jack's innocent gaze. The colour sickened him.

"You don't belong here." Anti's sharp canines glistened, contrasting against the black ooze drizzling down his pale skin. "Jack, you should embrace me, after all I am you." Anti's grip tightened, feeling the rushing tension that filled Jack. "You are nothing." Giggling softly, Anti released his grasp letting Jack fall with a thud. His fingers mixed in with the black, substance gliding down his softened face. "Oh Jack, you just don't ever learn." Jack wasn't listening, his gaze glued onto the familiar substance that ate away at Anti. Dark had entered the room again, intensely following along the trail of the goo. "Guess our time's up." Anti sighed deeply. Reaching towards Jack, he grinned watching his attempts at avoiding his clasp. Dark rested his hand against Jack's shoulder, feeling the sudden tension against his cool palms. "Darling, this is for your own good." Jack watched in horror as Anti gripped him tightly, the liquid darting along his trembling leg. "GET OFF OF M-" A firm grasp fell against his mouth. Anti giggled in delight, devouring the terror that fell on his prisoner. Anti began to allow himself to seep into Jack, the puddle of black consuming his body.