We're All a Little Crazy

The Monster was Me

        Anti woke to the sound of screaming. Taking a moment to check that he was fully in control, he warped down the hallway and entered the guest room.

Mark lay on the floor, convulsing. Black septic climbed his neck and started to engulf his head, Sean sobbing beside him.

"NO!" Anti teleported to Mark's side and dug his hands into the ooze. Feeling around, he found the hem of Mark's shirt and took it off, bringing most of the ooze with it. He took the rest of the septic off and listened for a heartbeat. It was just barely there. He wouldn't have heard it, but his senses were still heightened after his ordeal. Anti called 911 and shoved the phone into Sean's palm, watching as the operator questioned him. Sean stumbled outside, Mark's motionless body in his arms..

They came back, with what seemed like more force then before. It was a dick move, Dark taking advantage of his mental weakness. Anti fell to his knees, going numb, cold. He could feel himself loosing control of his body, his being shoved farther and farther into an abyss. Stars in his eyes, he gave one last desperate push.
Instantly he felt himself falling back into his body. Heaving, he stumbled over to the window. An ambulance waited outside, two people brought Mark's body on a stretcher, Sean hovering over him. With a wail, the car left. Hopefully his injuries weren't supernatural, so they could help.
Exhausted, Anti put up a shoddy mental wall to hopefully protect his command and fell on the bed, asleep.