Septiplier - Angel

The Little Box

Sam POV

I slowly drove my car around the empty streets of Ireland. It was late so I didn't expect to see anyone out. I have been driving around for almost a hour but I still haven't found Jack. I was expecting to stay with him so I really don't have any place to sleep. Jack where are you? I quickly notice a motel not too far ahead. I'll just stay there for the night. I park my car. Grab my suitcase and start to shuffle my way to the motel. I hope that this has nothing to do with Anti. I hate that guy. I walk in and immediately get greeted by a man. He has tan skin, and is about a few inches taller than me. I see immediately that he is way to tense and trying too hard to seem happy. I look down a notice a name tag. 'Tim'. Nice simple name.

"Good evening miss. I welcome you too the little box. I hope you have a great stay."

After does words he disappeared back into the motel. I wonder if I will ever see that guy again. I make my way over to the counter and I see a man with short black hair, he has a moustache and a small beard. I look down at his name tag and see Thomas. He looks a little like the other guy, but older.

"Good evening miss. Would you like a room?"

"Yes please. I will only be staying for one night. How much will that cost?"

"20€ miss."

Cheap. I quickly grap a note of 50 and pass it to the man. He nods his head in a polite manner and runs off. I turn around and notice that Tim guy is greeting some more people. It is two kids and their mom. Siblings I think. You can see which one is older as her brother is sending glares at Tim. That's so cute. I would guess that they around 6, maybe 7. I can still remember when Jack used to do that. How I miss those days. I feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around and all I see is a key card, change and a receipt. Wow, these people are good at disappearing. I start to head my way to the stairs when I hear a little voice say.

"Mommy, why does that girl have a patch on her eye."

I let out a small chuckle. The same reaction I get from every child. I hesitantly bring my hand up and feel the fabric. It's a little soggy. I will probably have to change it again. I jog my way up the stairs. The key card says room 115. I walk around for a bit. I soon notice the door with the matching number on it. I quickly slide the key card through the reader. (idk what it is called). It makes a satisfying click noise and the door is open. It's a small room. One small bed is pushed into a corner at the right side of the room. On the left is a small desk with a chair. I look to my right and notice a door. I open it to see a bathroom. It's filled with the essentials. A shower, toilet, sink, towel rack, etc. I open my suitcase and take out another patch. I stumble my way into the bathroom. Tiredness hitting me hard. I slowly remove the patch from my head. The shine of the green light illuminates the room. Flashing of the mirror and walls. I quickly get a piece of toilet paper and wipe my eye clean. I hesitantly grap the new patch and wrap it around . I hate having to do this, but if I don't, what would people think of me? I shuffle my way to the bed. Making the bed shift when I plop down. Where are you Jack?

Mark POV

Something doesn't feel right. Jack has been acting pretty weird after the incident. It's like he's trying to get away from me. Did I do something wrong? I quietly make my way over to Jack. He is just staring aimlessly out the window. I wonder what they are thinking. I know he's talking to Anti again because his emotions are clashing. I give him a slight nudge to the shoulder and that seems to snap him out of his daze. I look him in the eyes and I notice something.

"Jack. If you want to ask me a question than go ahead."

"I don't know Mark. I don't think you'd answer me if I ask. It would just be a waste of breath."

"Jack. I promise to god that I will answer you."

The question couldn't be that bad. I mean what is the worst that he could ask. Well. I don't know if I can answer him if it's something about Dark. I would rather just have him stay away from that demon. He is definitely the worst of the worst.

"Have you and Dark ever met?"

It just had to be a question about Dark. It must be that demon that lives inside him that is bringing this curiosity out. Why does Dark always get involved with everything I do. Every person I know knows about this guy. Can there just be one person that doesn't?

"Yes. I have met Dark before. Now. Let's never talk about him again. Okay?"

"Okay Mark."

With that he goes back to staring endless at the woods. His demon probably wants to go out. I knew Dark wanted that. Always nagging me about how being locked up in a cage is such a terrible feeling. Always saying he just wants to go on a small run, that's all. I made the mistake of trusting him once. Never trust a demon. That will only cause blood to be shed. Pointlessly.