A/N: Any Darkiplier related comments will be deleted. This story has nothing to do with that. If it was a tag than I would have made one. If you are going to complain about anything in this chapter than be ready for a reaction that may or may not be what you want. There are no references in this chapter.
Task 5
It was dark and you could barely see anything, If there was anything to see. The room was so dark that you didn't want to walk through it. The floor felt wet and sticky. The walls were the same. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe it was blood on the walls and that blood was from someone you knew. Maybe it was blood from a dead animal and was it not as bad as it seems. The animal had just lost allot of blood. It had to be a big animal. Big animals had allot of blood in them? Right? That question will remain unanswerd for Amy. All her other questions to. Maybe she was death and maybe Mark did it, but we all know he wouldn't such a thing. Right? people are capable of doing horrible things. Every human. They do and say the most bloodcurling things to eithother. Especially when they love someone. They would do anything for that person. Maybe that counts for Amy and Mark as well. Maybe it is so bad that Mark could kill, even if it is Amy herself. I wish I had a diffrent story to tell you than I have to do now.
Mark dragged his machete over the ground and felt trough the open space. Everything felt so clean and so calm. As if there was nothing wrong. With the room itself was nothing wrong. With Mark....Was allot wrong. By the trauma from the last room he awakend a hunger that was untamable. A hunger that you couldn't feed. He wanted revenge on the person who did this to him. He raised his machete from the ground and held it in the air. The knife shone and looked sharp. It was a perfect knife. A knife sharp enough to...Don't think about that...That is for later. Mark smiled grimly. It would be such a beautiful sight. He imagined how it would be when he would be doing it...Later. Later everything would be over. It only didn't help that there was someone looking at him, but every time he looked around, There was nobody. It was incredibly annoying. It even got so bad that he would begin to swing with his knife out of nowhere. He never hit anything or anyone, but he stayed alerted. He sat down against the clean walls and laid the knife next to him. He was tired. He needed rest. Mark lowered himself more on the ground and searched for a comfortable position to sleep. When he had found it, he immediately drifted of to sleep.
Amy tiptoed very carefully towards him and touched him even more careful. He was sleeping. She let out a deep breath. The Mark that was sleeping here wasn't the real Mark she knew. Or seemed to know. She had thought that after all these years she knew everything, but that seemed to be false hope. She even thought he was going to propose that last night. She was in love. So in love that she forgot the realty every time. The man that laid there almost seemed human, but was just a monster on the inside. A rat. A creature that never saw the daylight and that got abandoned by the public. Amy almost felt quilty, but she knew it wasn't her fault. Not really. She did het best and there wasn't anymore to do. She was determined to do anything what it takes in a relationship. Maybe this was a good time to look if it was worth it. They weren't laying next to eithother, but she still slept. She too was tired and needed her rest.
waking up wasn't as fun as they both hoped. Amy shook so must from Mark that she was woken up immediately. He had an attack again and Amy didn't know what to do. He was waving around with that weird knife of his and didn't seem to notice that Amy was standing behind him. Amy had the feeling Mark didn't even know who Amy. Mark had changed and not tin the good way. Mark began to make stab motions. He seemed to kill someone in his trans, but it wasn't clear what it was. With a harsh pull Mark turned around towards Amy. That was the first time he noticed her. He was furious and it wasn't Amy's fault. Amy tensed back with fear and tried not to think about the knife that was pointing towards her chest. "YOU! YOU DID THIS!" he screamed. His voice was three octaves lower. His eyes were maybe the scariest part. There in those brown pupils seemed to be a war going on. Good and evil danced before him and blinded his sight. "YOU HAVE MADE ME THIS WAY. I AM NOW JUST A PRAY OF YOUR SICK MIND." Mark came closer and Amy walked further away. She was terrified. Mark began to smell something and looked back to Amy. The knife was next to him in his hand. He looked at the knife and than back at her. "I have been thinking about how I would kill you. Burning was always a favorite. I was also a very big fan of hanging , but I didn't want any famous last words. No, I wanted to hurt you. Very much. I wanted to make you feel all the pain I have felt. Every wound and every triple of blood do I want to see on you like you have seen on me." his voice was calm. after every sentence he glanced at the knife, as if he was thinking about how it would react on him. The knife began to shine more and more. So hard that Amy closed her eyes.
The walls were so clean. So clean that you could see every spot on it. So spotless. The same counts for the floor. You could see your reflection in it. The person who had to clean this had earned their money well. It would be a bummer if something would happen to those walls. It would cost hours to get just as clean as it was now. Not sticky and not full blood. Not smelling of rotting meat. That seemed to be the only smell allowed in the room. It wasn't clean anymore. It would never be clean again. The blood was to thick and the stains to big. Between all that flesh and blood laid a innocent machete. The knife was of good quality.The person who had used it wasn't all to handy. There was to much spilled blood. That is maybe the reason why I didn't want o tell you it. The story had to go diffrent. Maybe Amy had to be alive right now and than everything would be alright.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Why does a magician fools his audience? Why does a gazelle distract a lion to run away? Why do children yell at eithother when they play tag ? If the answer was just as simple as 'It must' than nobody would die. Amy is a victim of her own instinct. She knew for a very long time that Mark wasn't himself, but she didn't do anything about it. Look, sometime I do it and sometimes the players do it.
Mark did not see the room. He did not see the blood. He did not see Amy. He saw nothing. He did not even smell the flesh. He was not hungry anymore. It was over. He was satisfied. No, he is not a cannibal. No, he toke his revenge. Allot of blood has been spilled. He was done with his task. Mark was not angry anymore. He was not angry anymore on the one who did this to him. He only did not see Amy anymore. It had to be that way, than. He did not want to look for her right now. He thought she would come on her own. He left he dirty room and came in an other. It was just as dirty as the last one. The room he had no memorie of. He began to question where Amy was. Had something happend to her? Had he locked her up in the other room? No, there was nobody in that room, except for him. He was the only one in that room. All that blood. Where did that came from anyway? He could not remember and it was definitely beter that way. He had worse things on his mind. Like finding Amy.
If she was still alive.
A/N: I thought long and hard on what I would put here at the end of this chapter. Should I say something? Or just let it be? I always feel so bad for my readers when I kill a character, because I know how it feels when a character you love ,dies. I don't know if you loved Amy, but I'm sure I loved to write about her. Her death wasn't entirely useless, because it brings us close to the end. I wanted to make sure everything come to a good close when the story ends. I don't want to spend hours upon hours answering stupid questions, but look at me: Killing people in wordform. Hahaha! So just keep on reading and you will understand.
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