The supernatural?..... seriously?

memories p.t. 2

Hours went by, Jack couldn't sleep and so couldn't Mark.

Since they took her into that room, Mark, Jack, and Angelique could hear her screaming and begging a person to stop. Once in a while you could hear a muffled response or laughter. It sent shivers down Mark's spine.

"Jesus Christ, what are they doing to her?" Mark yelled/asked worried. "She's being tortured, till she stops fighting a stupid spell!" Angelique cried in response. "How do you know that?" Jack asked.

Angelique leaned her head on her knies, still sobbing sofly.

"It happens every once in a while, Galadriel disagrees with the system so they make her agree." Angelique said.

"Wait did you just say Galadriel?" Jack asked the sobbing girl. "Yes, why? You know her?" "Kinda, yes. We met her in the forest, I don't know what her deal was but before I knew it, Mark and I are being captured here." Jack looked at the ground "But I thought she got killed."

"Some species of the Ezekai can't die, so can't she. If they die, they just come back in a certain time. I don't know how, but that's what she told me." Angelique explained. "She isn't all that bad, until they capture and torture her again."

"Talking about captured, how did you end up here Angelique?" Mark asked.
"Same as you two I guess, I was walking down the street got lured into an alley and bam, I end up in a dusty cell." She responded, still with her head resting on her knees.

"How long have you been here?" Mark continued asking. Angelique shrugged "A couple of months, I guess." "That's horrible." Jack said.

"Let's stop talk about that, okay" Angelique said a little bit annoyed.

It was silent for a couple of moments.

"Ann?" Jack asked curious "why did you pretend you didn't know her? You know, when we asked who layed there on the ground." Angelique looked up at Jack "I don't know, I didn't want to explain, I think. I think it's just easier not to know her, or you'll end up like me." Angelique responded a little bit calmer than before.

The doors of the other room opened, making all three jump up.

A man with black hair in a formal suit walked by. You could clearly see that he wasn't human, he had black horns, pointing out of his forehead, they curled a little and ended in nice and sharp points. His tail swished elegantly as he walked.

He stopped in front of Jack's and Mark's cell, grinning evilly at us.

"Hmmm" he spoke, his voice soft, not matching with his devilish appearance. "Eeny, meeny, miney, moe..." He said as he pointed alternately at both Jack and Mark.
"I will choose...... You." His finger pointed at Mark.

He snapped his fingers, demanding a big, bulky guard to come our diraction.

"I want the red one." He demanded as a young child, choosing his prize at a funfair.

The guard nodded and opened the door of the cell, grabbing Mark by his hips and lifting him over his shoulder, like Mark was a feather.

Mark began to scream in terror, he looked at Jack. Jack didn't hesitate and grabbed a rock that layed on the ground. He immediately swung at the guard trying to knock him out. The guard did not see this coming and couldn't act in time, making it easy for Jack to hit him.

Jack hit the man in his head, making the rock going trough the guard's skull. The guard collapsed on the ground and didn't move a limb, dead.

Mark felt from the guard's shoulder, on the ground. Jack ran towards Mark. "You're okay?" Jack asked. Mark nodded yes.

"Well well well, I did not see that coming." The black haired man spoke in vicious anger. He waved his hand through the air, making Jack being pressed against the wall. "As much I enjoyed the show, this cannot happen without being punished." He said as he walked towards, the still dizzy, Mark. He grabbed Mark by the collar of his shirt and jerked him off the ground. "You're my new toy" he said, grinning widely. There came a indigo blue kind of smoke from the man's hand, it went into Mark's mouth, making him unconscious.

"Please don't hurt him, it was me that broke the rule! Not him!" Jack cried towards the evil man, trying to move but a strong force forbid him to.

The man just simply glared at him and chuckled.

"That's why I am making you watch."

The man walked towards Jack and grabbed him by his neck, almost strangling him. Jack saw the exact same smoke appearing. It filled his mouth and lungs, making it impossible for Jack to breath, then everything went black.

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Mark's pov:

I was tied up in a old, wooden chair. (Jesus Christ, what the hell happened?). Immediately after I thought that, I remembered. The whole scenario at the cells, the black haired man, jack. Oh God jack!

I examined the room for a bit, it was a dark, creepy room, with only one bright lamp hanging from the ceiling.

My gaze stopped at Jack, who sat unconscious, tied up in a chair, on the other side of the room. His head hung limp, he looked very peaceful, but only because he was unconscious of course.

"Well well well, looks like someone is finally awake." A familiar voice spoke with excitement.

A demon-like man walked out of the shadows and walked towards mark.

He bent down to Mark his face, looking him mischievously in the eyes.

"Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Hello peeps! This is the last 'memories' chapter for this book, after this one, I will pick up were I left off the original story. I'm planning to write another story about this, but not in this book. I will finish this one first before I start with that!

Chiao Chiao! For now :)