My Light

Memories

Sorry the chapter's a bit late, was spending time with my dad playing video games since I don't get to see him much and have been studying for the driver permit test I'm taking today, or have taken by the time you read this (I'll put if I pass or not in conversation board). But enough talk, enjoy!

~Amy

        I felt a pang of guilt as I left Mark alone in the snow. He abandoned me, I shouldn't feel sorry for him, I reminded myself. I still remembered the day on the rooftop, something I would never forget.

"What do you mean Mark's dead?!?" I cried. Jack was sitting on my couch, unable to look me in the eyes as he fidgeted with his hands.

"He died rescuing Signe from an oven fire that occurred in my house." He repeated. He had already told me what happened, but I couldn't believe it. He was supposed to be at Jack's, face timing me with Signe and Jack as they laughed and celebrated Jack's birthday.

"Get out." I commanded quietly.

"Amy-"

"You let him die, you should've stopped him!" I yelled in his face, instantly regretting the decision. Instead of looking hurt, he looked...disappointed, like he expected me to blame him. I sighed as he left, knowing deep down what I wanted to do. It was easy to climb up the side of the house and onto the roof. I had a perfect view, the morning sun barely rising over the horizon.

"I'll see you on the other side." I whispered, letting myself fall forward with arms outstretched, the wind whopping my hair behind me. There was a flash of immense pain before there was darkness. Only I wasn't alone.

"Mark!" I exclaimed tearfully. He looked exactly like the last time I saw him, only he had faded light pink hair.

"I'm so sorry Amy." Mark apologized, reaching his hand out towards me.

"For what?" I frowned, hesitant to grab his hand.

"Just trust me, please." He begged.

"I love you." I took his hand in mine. He remained silent, which scared me. Suddenly it felt like a hole opened up underneath me as I watched an older man slide a glittering ring onto his fingers, black shadowy wings appearing behind his shoulder blades.

I found myself restrained to a cold metal slab by chains that rubbed my bare skin raw, a dim light illuminating a nearby table filled with various weapons.

"Well look who fell down the rabbit hole." Mark grinned, waltzing over to the table of devices, twirling a knife in his hand. His eyes glowed a blood red color, sending shivers down my spine.

"Mark, what the hell is going on?" I struggled against the chains to no avail.

"You got the hell part right." He delicately traced a thin line across my wrist.

"Why are you doing this?" I begged tearfully.

"I've been down here for a countless number of years, strapped to that table just like you. And now, it's my turn for revenge." He decapitated me with one clean slice. Only that wasn't the end of it. Each time I died, there would be a painless moment of bliss before the torture would continue for what felt like years. Until an offer was made.

"You getting angry yet?" Mark toyed with the machete, his favorite torture device.

"What do you think smart-ass?!?" I  spat venomously at him.

"Good, I have a job proposition for you." He lowered the machete to my surprise.

"You wanna go back to the real world?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered without hesitation. I would make him pay.

"All you have to do is take this." He held a black and red ring in his hand.

I hesitated only a second before sliding it on my finger, watching the red on the ring change to completely black as suddenly I appeared in the middle of two crowds, both dressed in military uniforms. With a snap of my fingers, they charged towards each other while I watched in horror.

"This is what you wanted." Mark's voice laughed in my head as people fell left and right with cries of agony.

I shook my head to dispel of the dark memories, gritting my teeth as yet another war began.

"You can't get rid of me that easily." Mark joked weakly as he appeared beside me, his black wings brushing against my fiery red ones.

"What do you want?" I scowled.

"I want to apologize, to make things right." Mark explained, watching the battle ensue.

"How, are you magically going to get rid of my job?" I replied sarcastically.

"Just trust me, please." He pleaded.

"That's what you said on the rooftop, and look where it got me." I gestured at my surroundings.

"That wasn't me." Mark frowned in confusion.

"Did ya miss me Amy?" A man that looked exactly like me with red hair and crimson eyes materialized in front of us in a cloud of red smoke. I recognized who he was instantly.

"Dark, king of Hell. He takes the form of whoever he pleases, and apparently he's chosen me." I muttered bitterly.

"And you thought I was Mark torturing you!" Dark laughed.

"What do you want?" I demanded.

"Nothing much," He bared his bright white fangs.

"Just to make a deal with a friend of yours." His eyes changed to my natural color, his hair quickly fading to pink before he disappeared.