Who am I? (Jacksepticeye Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Lucy's POV

My eyes fluttered open lazily. A high pitched ringing sound was in my ears and I couldn't move my hands or feet. My body ached, but I mustered up the strength to lift up my head and look at my surroundings.

"Boo."

I gasped and jolted backwards. Anti was standing right in front of my face, his pitch black eyes staring directly into mine. A sharp, silver knife was in his hand and he was smiling wickedly at me, like I was a fascinating toy in a store.

"Hello there, dear Lucy." He hissed. I looked down and saw that I was tied to a blue plastic chair by the hands and feet. "Sorry about tying you to a chair, but I just wanted you to have the best view of the show!" He giggled. The show?

"What do you mean?" I questioned. All he did was smile in return, and then turned to the crowd of people in front of me. I completely forgot they were there. He clapped his hands together and stood upright, like a commander.

"Okay, this is what is going to happen." He started. "You are all going to stay silent, and line up in single file in front of me." The people did as ordered. What is he going to do? I thought.

"You'll see soon, Lucy." He said smoothly. I forgot he could read minds. I couldn't do anything, it was hopeless. "Now, don't move. Don't speak. When this knife touches your skin, I want you to do only one thing." His teeth were bared, and looked like they were somehow growing longer.

"Scream."

I couldn't believe my ears. He wanted innocent people to stand like statues while he kills them, and just scream. This was out of control.

"Anti, stop! You can't do this!" I pleaded.
"Oh, but I can." Anti replied. His voice seemed to have a deep extra layer to it, making him sound demonic. "This I going to be so much fun!" He sounded like an excited child, and it terrified me. Before I could even blink, I heard the glass shattering cry of a woman in pain. Anti was slashing the woman's arms and legs with wild actions, just like he did to me. Deep red blood dripped from the knife and landed on the white ceramic floor beneath us. Anti was laughing hysterically now and was bouncing from side to side.

"Stop!" I shouted. All I could do was plead. Anti ignored my statement, and the woman's body he was attacking then fell to floor limply.

"Next!" Anti laughed. An elderly man then walked forward with an expressionless face. Anti did the same horrific actions on the woman to the man. I was crying, I can't watch this! I wriggled in my chair, trying to untie the rope, but to no avail. I didn't know what else to do, but then an idea struck me.

"Anti, please, I-I love you!" In reality, I didn't love anti, I detested him, but it was the only thing I could think of. Anti stopped then and looked at me.
"What the hell did you say?" He seemed frustrated, and he walked closer to my chair, knife in hand.
"I said I love you." I repeated timidly. His face then turned into a snarl, and suddenly he was right in front of my face.

"No one can love me!" Anti screamed. "No one!" He didn't just sound angry anymore, a distressed tone was also in his voice, like he was in pain. I then screamed as loud as possible, even though he didn't hurt me in any way. I was hoping that my high pitched scream would somehow drive Anti away and bring Jack back. Anti was caught of guard, and stumbled backwards landing hard on the floor. He stopped for a moment, and then his head shot up.
Blue eyes.
"L-Lucy?" Jack murmured.
"Jack!" I exclaimed.
"Wha-what has he done to you?" He then turned his head round slowly to look at the two people he had killed, his body frozen and mouth open wide. He didn't move, he didn't speak, he just stared. Stared with wide eyes at what he had done.