We're All a Little Crazy

☯ Lesser of two evils ☯

        Mark frowned. Anti had a weird look on his face. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I just really think we should leave..."
Mark tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat. The dæmon stalked closer.
"Mark? Everything alright? Mark forced the words out. "Anti, behind y-!"
The dæmon, hand full of ooze, grabbed Anti by the neck and slammed him into the wall, knocking him out. "̝̬N̬͓̺͈͈o͕̲̩̟̩t̼̱̹͍͎͚͘ ҉̬̟̠ͅs͖̟̦̹͘o̡̫͇ ̭̫̀c͇̝̹̰̭͍͕o̻̲̯̲̻c̵̠̳̹̹͙k̥͍̦̪y͝ ̬͈͎͈̜̞͝n҉o͙̱̭͓͙̱w̫̙̜̦̝͈,̞̲̞̰͍̼̣ ̢̮͚͕̣ͅḁ̷͔̰̳͔r̤͚͓͍̳̲é̫̳͚̘̬ ͕̘ͅw̧͈̹͖̼̺̙̬e̜̙̙̬?̢̠"̨̼̻̱̼̖ The dæmon stroked Anti's throat, rousing him. "̢̫̩͚̝O̧̠͕͍̠͎̳͈ḥ̞̩͎͇̟,̠͓̝̜̝̣̘ ̻͉̹̖͈y̲̲͓͈̬̟͖oṵ̴͕̦͔ͅ'r̮͙̱̠ẹ̡̗͙̱ ̯̳̫̤̲̖ͅa̭̦w̵̪á̞̠ke̻͎̖͔? ̙̩G̦̼̪̩̻oo͙̭͓̻d̴͉͚͕̰̰͉̗.̶̬ͅ ͙͖̠̗̤͞I̟͕ ́w̺̠̭̦a̬̯̮͟ͅn͕̮͞t̼̹͎͔͜ ̹̝̘͈̘y̜͓̖̝͉̲̺͡o̢̲̣̮̫̮u̸̘͉̘͚͖ ̱͙̩̯͖̬t̴o̺̟ ͉̣̜̤̝w͍̻̤̜͉̥͟i͖̬̭̬̙̳̖t̵̼̗̣ṇ̨̯̗̝̬͙e̘̥̻şs̖̤̹͙͡ ̵̭̝̗̳̻͎͎t͙̣h͈̬is̗̭̫͕͇.͏̘̻̭͚̼̻͕"̩̼̜ Anti gasped for breath and the dæmon relaxed his grip, then kicked him in the stomach. Anti fell to the floor, groaning. The dæmon picked his up by his neck.
"Leave him alone." The dæmon turned and saw the spray bottle pointed straight at his face. It smirked.
Anti knew what it was doing. "--n--o--" He renewed his efforts to break free.
"̝̙̝̮̗̦D̷̙̗͓͍͙o̻̝ ̸̲̲̙̬y̘̩̟͔͙͈̭o̶̫̖͔̜u̢̱̦͎̹r̤͎̯͚̦͎̲ wo̘̠̭̤͓̘ŗ̖͙s̤̩̣͕t.̫̮̥͟"͈̖͈̪̖̞
Anti watched as Mark pulled the trigger.
With impossible speed, the dæmon whipped around, using Anti as a shield. Anti screamed as the Holy water blanketed him. There was only pain. There was nothing else. He was vaguely aware of being dropped and hearing voices, but they weren't there. He heard Mark yelling out, but it was faint, as if at the other end of a long tunnel. Why wasn't he unconscious? At least then he wouldn't feel the pain.
The dæmon cooed. "͚̭̹̞͍O͚̜h̻̜͚̪̫,̺̺̣̼̕ ̳̥͉̭̮͉ͅḑo̠̟̥n̸͕'̳̼̟t͇ ̵͉w̖̞̮̖̻o̬̥r̟̬̳̰͟r̨̘̙͚͔̞̯ͅy̞̲̝̝̬͚ͅ,̭̣͜ ̟̙̲̤͟A̸n̵͇̲t̩̕i͚.̝ ͕̬̟̹͝I̭'͟v̩̫͉̱̫̟͝e̶̠̭̞ ͉ṃ̰̙͕͔̤̝ạ͔̹d̕e̷̜̗ ̹́s̵u͈̠̩̭̣r̥̖͓̱̹̖ͅe ͓̰̠ỵ̢o҉͕̯̠̻̲͍͓u͏̤'͏̤l͏̗̭̻̥̱̮̳l͉ͅ g͎͍e̸͇̙̮̖̖ṯ͓̻ ̵͔̱͈ţo̱͈ ̡ẃ̳̬̝̠͚̙ị̞̟̠̜͓̤t̫̞̞̦̫̰̗̀n̝͝e̹͔̘͎͈̗s̬̲͕͇̩͔̮s͏̫̬͙̜͉ ̲͡e̗̝̮̭̗v͍̥̲̳̬̱͚͡e̟̦̻̭̦͙r̬͔͓̯̻͜y̨͚ ̴͙̲͕̞͕̺s̡ͅi̴̤͖̬̦̻̤̣n̡̺̬̣̲̜g͖̺̯l͖͚̣̼̝̬e ̝͎͕̬͕̥́ḿ͚̠̦͙̗̠͓o̖̱m̻e͏̞͚̱̹͈̠̯n̬̬t̼͉̭̩.̞"̨͔
"Anti?" Jack rushed through the open door. "ANTI!"
The dæmon noted Jack and smiled. "̢I̙̪̫̙͘t͓ ̷̲l͚͓͍̻̬͖̜o͕͡o͝k̜̣̗͕s̨͎̺̼̖̱̲ͅ ̛̱̦̗̘l̟͉i͈̜̮̟̳ḵ̸̺͚͓e ̴̹̭̟̬̭ͅy҉͇͖͚o̥͓̫̼̳͇u ̩̻̮h͏̰͈̖̲̗͙av̰̗̞̠̤͇͠e̮̲ ̴͚s̭̠͚̮òm͟é̹ ̫͉̝̤̙̻̜̕c͇̳̬̕a͚t̺̻̺̤̹̩̫ch͔͓i̖n̰g͎͘ ͖͉͍͕̩͖̰̕u͕̮̬͍̪͇̞p̮̠͍ ̝̣̼͇͚͔̖t̴̻̙̣͇ͅo̢͙͇̳̩ ̺̤̖͎͖͇d̨̳̙̤̣̦o͚̮͓̰̹̪.̸̦̹̥"̪͍̙̝̰̬ It disappeared.
Anti felt Mark's fist connect with his face. Then he felt nothing.