Tower - A Darkiplier x JackSepticEye FanFiction

In The End

As I started to wake up, I couldn't quite comprehend that I wasn't still dreaming anymore. I struggled to sit up, shaking from the dream. I wish I could call it a dream, but I knew it was a memory. I wish it wasn't a real memory.

I sat there replaying the memory. I must've sat there for an hour, trying to slow my heart down. "She's dead..." My eyes widened, "I remember."

I didn't feel well-rested and I felt sick. That one memory sparked all the other memories similar to it, each memory being more sickening than the last. I couldn't stop myself from vomiting next to where I sat, though there was barely anything to bring up.

When my stomach stopped convulsing, I started to cry. I brought my knees up to my chest and backed myself up against the wall. I waited for the memories to stop flooding my mind. 

They had finally stopped after what seemed like forever, and I started to process the last memory.

"Oh my god," I gasped as I shakily stood up and started to make my way up to the top of the tower. My stomach was threatening to convulse again. As I reached the top, I kept my head down, not wanting to directly look up to what might be there. I peeked up and saw what I had remembered.

Shivers went through my body as I saw Mark's mangled body. It was gruesome, his neck being cut open and his intestines spilling out as if someone shoved their hand into his skin and violently pulled them out. No, not as if... That is what happened. Blood was smeared all around him, making some kind of symbol.

I trembled as I hesitantly looked down at my hands, dried blood was all over them. "It came back... I killed him," I dropped down to the floor and sat there, tears in my eyes. I clenched my jaw as I speak, "It's all my fault."

After a minute, I brought myself to stand back up and walk over to the edge. I looked at the city, at all the destruction I caused. 

I knew what I had done now. I killed Signe. I killed Mark. I knew what was waiting in the castle wasn't pretty either. The people I knew from the mess hall were dead too, I remember killing last night too.

It came back to haunt me. This thing in my head told me it would, but I didn't believe it. I thought I had complete control all this time, since it hadn't come back in such a long time, but it in reality it was always there. I just never remembered doing any of it.

It was in that journal I read, that was my old journal.

I pinned Mark as the monster all this time, but I was the monster. I was the reason this happened...

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My vision was blurry, but it was slowly coming back. The ceiling was moving above me and I could hear others talking. I was being carried by two people. My head lulled to the side and saw a scary looking red-headed man walking behind us. I was too weak to try to get out of their grasp, but he noticed me starting to wake up. 

"Give'em another dose,"  he told one of the men. A sharp pain in my side followed his order. "We're doing something good boys." He smiled to them, "A chaotic good, a lawful evil."

I tried to look up to the men that were carrying me and noticed who they were. They were known as sadists, taking pleasure in the pain of others. After all of my destruction to the city, they took the chance to make a game out of it. It was their twisted version of hide and seek. They would go around the city looking for survivors and take pleasure in slowly killing them. 

The man behind me did not seem to fit the description as one of the sadists, though he looked so familiar. 

Oh yeah, that's Mark. What is he doing here with these people though? Wait, where even am I? 

I started to slowly fall back into unconsciousness, my thoughts fading away as well as my memories.

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He brought me here. He tried to keep me under control, though he had to fight the same thing I have to. He tried to do this to redeem himself. A chaotic good. 

He should've known that you can't control that thing. He ended up killing so many innocent people, he didn't know what he was doing. Who knows what he did with the bodies. What a sickening thought.

What is left of this life? It's all gone. Destruction can lead to creation, but what if there's nothing left to create with?

I laid my head down on the stone, not wanting to cry anymore. I just wanted to think for awhile.

It was ended abruptly though as a pair of hand held my shoulders held me down as a needle was shoved into my back. I yell out in surprise and pain, unable to move. 

When my muscles stopped tensing up I was let go of. With barely enough energy to move I flipped over into a sitting position and saw the three sadists standing there, waiting for me to pass out.

The leader gave me his last evil smile as my vision went blurry. The man with the leather mask leaned down and threw me over his shoulder. 

I was scared for what they were going to do to me. I wanted to die, yet I wasn't ready to. I guess no one is ever ready to die. 

I looked over to Mark's dead body, one tear starting to fall down my face. "I-I'm Sor-ry," I struggled to choke out.

As the man held my numb body, I had a chance to remember one more thing; a kiss I had with Mark, before any of this chaos. The way he was so passionate, I wish I could get it back. I wish neither of us were ever plagued with this curse. We would've been so happy. 

Suddenly I was weightless and the wind was whipping around my body. I was thrown off of the tower, and I shut my eyes, knowing that I was going to hit the ground. This was my punishment for what I've done in the world, and I deserved it. 

As I said my last apology for everything I've done, I was engulfed in darkness.

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"Born a saint, but with every sin I still wanna be holy..."

Fin

AN ~ Yup, it's done, with an AntiSepticEye twist. The last line is from "In The End" by Black Veil Brides, which is also the title. Hope you liked it. I put the fan-made music video that I used for most of my inspiration at the top of the chapter chapter if you want to watch it as well.

Thanks for sticking with my updating :) Nikki Out Homie Slices.