We're All a Little Crazy

Through Hell and Back

        Mark punched Anti in the face, and he went limp.
"MARK!"
Mark turned to Jack, tears in his eyes. "He was in pain." Jack's eyes softened. He leaned over his friend.
"Cummon, buddy. Wake up."

Yǫu'̡ré a̕ DÆ͘M̶O̴N͠! ͘A̧ct ͏l̷ik͘e ͝it!̸
He yelped as he hit the ground. A hand grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up.
̸H҉a̧v҉e҉ ̢you̷ l̡e̴a̷rnt̛ ̨y͠our ̧le͝ss͜o̢n͜?​​​​​​​
Anti groaned. The shadow glared at him and Anti felt pain.
I ̛said,̸ ̨Hav́e͜ y̵o͜u ̀l͝e͟ar̨nţ y҉ou̕r͏ ̸less̶on?̛​​​​​​​
"y..y..y-e-s..." Shadow kicked him in the stomach. Wh͝at̸ wa͟s ̡th̴át̸?҉​​​​​​​
Anti coughed. "y-y-y-e-s,...m-m-a-s-t-e-r..."
Shadow seemed pleased. ͢Go͟o͏d.​​​​​​​ He dropped the shaking dæmon on the ground. Nów ͠d̢o͝ ͘a̴s dæ͞mo͠n̸s d̶o.̕​​​​​​​
Shadow pulled a red-hot blade from his holster. He slashed at Anti's back until the mark was finished. Anti whimpered.
N̵E͝VER̴ ̶s̀ho͢w ̴w͟ea͘kn̛e̵ss.​​​​​​​ Shadow kicked him and his mark flared.
P͜e͝rfect͝.̷ N͘ow ͢g͟e͟t̸ ou̴t o̵f m̵y ̀si͘g̀h̴t̸.̢​​​​​​​
Anti dragged himself to his feet and limped off.
Į s͜aid,̨ GET̷ ͏OUT̡ O̸F̛ MY SI͝GH̛Ţ.​​​​​​​ The shadow sent a bolt of pain towards his target. Anti cried out and vanished.

Voices. Quiet, but getting nearer, somewhat familiar.
Anti pried open his eyes, the voices growing and echoing in his head. A man with stubble and red hair was calming another male with green hair. He groaned. The green man called his name, worry in his eyes, asking him something. Anti groaned again and his eyelids drooped. The red man moved green, lifting Anti carefully. He felt a jolt of pain and passed out, confused, hurt, and alone.