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Keep The Demon Outside

Matthias P.O.V.
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You are waiting for Mark to return with the pizzas, feeling guilty about what you have done. Y/N was searching her jacket as she chose to wait a couple of minutes to give Mark a head start. You could start a conversation with her, but after what just happened it would be a waste of words.

You see how Y/N is smiling, her eyes shining brighter than you have seen any others do. She is in her beautiful pink cotton and candy world, not wanting to see the truth, and you just wish she would take you dare so you could forget what happened just for once. It isn't wrong what happened, nothing serious has come across your road...

...yet

The beautiful girl opens the door and says goodbye, leaving you alone in your apartment. You wave your hand; tell her that you regret what you have said, though you know you cannot make her forget your words. She smiles politely before you shut the door, letting everything what just happened run through your mind.

You have nothing to do really, and boredom has always been one of your worst enemies. You stare at your wall, which is decorated quite nicely. You tap your foot, play with your fingers, and start to look around your own room hoping to discover something new.

After another couple of minutes, you take some plates, do the dishes and clean up the mess you have made yesterday. You are getting bored again, nothing you can do to please that hunger for fun in your chest. You start to organise your plates and glasses, as you hear a loud voice echo through the hallway.

'Matthias, open that door or I'll kick my way in!' you hear a Swedish voice yell. One of your glasses slips through your fingers, falling to his death as it hits the floor. You try to clean up the mess you made, noticing that you cannot move because anxiety has forced you to stay where you are.

'Matthias, I won't give you another change if you don't open the GODDAMN DOOR!' the voice yells again. Your eyes turn big as you feel how your hands shake. You take a step towards the door, than another, and another as your angel makes sure nothing will happen to you, though it seems that the devil next to Felix is much more powerful than your own guardian.

You hear a foot collide with the door, and as the wood scream for help, the foot collides again merciless and hard. You try to step back, unable to scream for help you take another step back until you hit your sofa. You screech in fear, but soon your heartbeat drops a little, it was only your couch.

The door gives up on you and lands loudly on your floor showing the blond Swede with oversized shirts and his standard black jeans and black shoes. His tattoos are revealed, making him look even more frightening. You see how his eyes are even bigger than yours; he is under influence of something.

You don't wait another second and try to make your way to the only save spot you know, a spot with big doors and a way to block the handle. You run for your life, as a strong hand grabs your shirt. You scream loudly hoping it would surprise him. You forget that Felix is used to Jack, which means a lot of yelling.

You try to move a lot; therefore Felix has to regain his grasp on you giving you a change to flee. You take that change and run, but you cannot get rid of the king of YouTuber that easily. You hear how he screams your name and before you could do anything you feel something hard collide with your skin.

You scream as a little lamp hits your back, and you fall into the bathroom. You lock the door as quick as you can, barricade it with everything that could hold the blond outside and hope that he hasn't become Hulk in the past minutes.

You feel how your back is hurting but luckily not bleeding, it seems that Felix was sober enough to not wanting to break any spine or back today. You hear how Felix kicks at the door and screams because the door is thicker than he thought. You find yourself smirking as he swears again.

After a few seconds you realise Mark can be here any moment, you need to warn him. If he comes walking inside this apartment it could easily become his death. You try to get your phone out of your pocked but your hands are shaking too much. The thin device falls to the ground, and you try to get it back to life. Again you are lucky and it seems nothing is wrong with your phone so you are able to call your best friends. You sit against your barricade door so it wouldn't break down on you any time soon. You try to open your phone with your shivering and shaking fingers. After a couple attempts you unlock the Smartphone.

You search in your contact for Mark, and you find him rather quickly. You try to call him, hoping he isn't anywhere near the building. You hear a known voice pick up and you take a deep breath, how are you going to tell him this.

Another kick hits the door, and you find yourself almost jumping up from your place. You shiver again, but try to not cry out of fear. You never thought you could be this scared, especially not by any of your friends.

'Welcome by Marks Homepayed Pizza! What would your order be?' your friend jokes. You don't have time for jokes and as mark hears your fast breath he understands the matter is serious. You here how his voice changes from Funny Mark to What's Wrong You Can Tell Me Mark.

'Felix is here...' you whisper. You don't want Felix to know that you are calling someone; you are too afraid that he will recognize Marks voice and go after him instead of staying here. You want to give Mark the details but he cuts your sentence short.

'Is he drunk?' you hear Mark ask. He is more concerned than he should be, but you get it. Another kick to the door, another noise of something falling and hitting the ground fill the little bathroom you're in. You have already guessed that he IS drunk, but you have seen his eyes and have witnessed his behaviour. Mark hasn't.

'I don't know what he drank Mark, but it is strong stuff. He's going insane,' you whisper again. You're just hoping that Mark the bartender knows what to do know. Maybe he has any sort of idea how to get Felix calm, but again he hasn't touched alcohol for a long time.

'Where are you?' Mark asks you. You notice how even he is scared to death. You try to say anything logical but not even one sane word comes out of your mouth. You remember what Mark used to say about the bathroom, which is now your hiding place. He always said it was the worst room of the entire apartment because it wasn't the prettiest. And all the other rooms were as he always put it: "Much stronger build, there are no changes that have to be made and you have a way to get out of the apartment" which isn't the case with the toilet.

'In my bedroom, I locked the door. He is bagging against it like crazy,' you whisper and two fist collide with the door again, but this time the door shows that it is hurt and wants to open, yet he is barricade from the inside.

'I'm going to get him some pain killers for that hangover he will have tomorrow. Can you calm him down?' Mark asks you. You hate what he is doing now, he is taking care of everyone who either doesn't want or is unable to take care of himself. But on the other side you feel pretty good that Mark trusts you with calming Felix down. Though you don't think it's going to end well.

'Yes, but please hurry Mark,' you beg him. You don't want to be in the same room with Felix for an hour. You push the things you have chuffed against the door towards you, making the door weak. You know this door is not going to keep the demon outside for long.

IT seems that Felix has heard the name of his friend as his loud voice (which he learned to get that loud by Jack) screams: 'I AM GOING TO KILL YOU MARK FISCHBACH. I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND BREAKK ALL OF YOUR BONES. ARE YOU AFRAID TO FIGHT ME?! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU AMERICAN P-'

You end the call as quick as you can, hoping that Mark hasn't heard everything. But you know that your luck is going to run out once, as the door opens with a bang. The Swede is staring at you with (still) big eyes and his hands as fists.

'WHERE IS HE?!'

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Hay cornflakes! How are you doing? Thank you for reading and I have asked a few of your cornflakes if it would be nice to have a Matthias P.O.V. so here it is because you said it would be great to see how he experienced some things.

Thanks again for reading and I hope you have enjoyed! I love you cornflakes and\

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