The Dark Mark

Meeting the Dark Mark

Dark kicked the glass just to my right. I fell back and crawled over to my desk, hiding underneath it. That demon continued to kick the glass wall until he realised that it wasn't going to work.

The glass had a tiny chip in it which I don't think Dark noticed. Good. I crawled out from under the desk and walked to the steel door. It screeched as I opened it, the sound grinding my mind.

Dark noticed my attempt to leave and placed a hand on the glass. He closed his eyes and started to concentrate. On what was unknown to me. After what seemed to be forever, Dark's hand glided through the glass. Then his arm. Then his entire body.

I started out the door before I felt a sudden pressure around my neck, all attempts to take air minimulized. Dark threw me to the ground and kicked my stomach. I screamed in agony.

"HELP!!!SOMEONE PLEASE!!!" I bellowed as much as my lungs would allow. Dark just shut the steel door and stepped over me, the look of death glazed over his eyes.

Blood spilled from my mouth, and I knew this demon would finish me off. I curled up in a ball as Dark raised his fist, waiting for the impact. Nothing ever came.

All I could hear was Dark's voice. It seemed that he was talking to himself. Rather being safe - er than sorry, I listened to what he was saying.

"It's my turn now Mark!! It's been my turn for the past ten years!! But no, you have to block me out and just be a voice inside of your head!! It ain't happening anymor-!!"

Dark was cut short by him screaming in what I hoped to be agony. Daringly turning to face him, I stare at him. A black mist seeped out of his mouth and swirled around him. The screams didn't seem to be voming from his mouth anymore - but the mist.

Everything was blurred out by the mist and I could just make out that Dark was changing back to the psychopath he originally was - Mark.

I closed my eyes and felt throbbing in my head. Light headedness washed over me and I passed out on the floor, meters away from the patient.