Darkest Fear *Septiplier*

Chapter Two

The little Irish boy smashed the bathroom window and escaped. He didn't know where he was running, but he kept on going.

   Jack came to a stop. He bent down, hands on his knees, exhausted. Jack took in what was around him. A small town. He saw some people nearby. Maybe they would believe him if he told the humans about a demon, killing machine, trying to kidnap him. They won't believe me, they will think I'm a psycho maniac. He saw some families walking around. He wished he could just go back home.

Dark opened the bedroom door to find no Jack. He then decided to check the bathroom. He opened the door, not caring if Jack could be in there naked. Dark growled when he saw the broken window. I will find him.. With that, Dark rushed out of the abandoned house with a knife.

Jack had entered a small jail. Maybe the police had heard about "Darkiplier". Or not. One of the prisoners screamed. "How can I help you?" The front desk lady asked. How could she totally ignore that? "Um I had just escaped from a psycho kidnapping maniac-" Jack got cut off by a scream, then the whole town's power shut down.

Jack looked around, confused on what was going on. An evil laugh filled the silence. The boy was frightened, as he knew he wasn't safe. Once the lights came back on, blood was splattered everywhere. A pipe was through one of the cops chest, which made Jack gag.

"What did I tell you..." Dark said. The Irish boy stood there in disgust and terror. A rag was placed around Jack's face. "Breathe it in..." Jack knew not to but he needed air. He breathed in the chemicals and passed out. Dark carried Jack over his shoulder. People on the streets looked at him weirdly.

Once Dark entered the house he took Jack straight to the basement. Dark had a plan. Jack dreamt that he was trapped in an abandoned forest. He could barely see in the fog. As if on cue, the evil laugh echoed. Jack had ran as fast as he could. He ran down a dark, leafy path.

Jack tripped over a tree branch, which made him fall face first. He flipped over on his back and saw Dark. Jack crawled away from him, but his back hit a tree. "Jack... Why did you escape?" Dark sighed. The boy shrugged.

"Answer me!" Jack jumped in fear. He then awoke and couldn't move his arms or legs. He sighed and then saw a pocket knife on a table. Maybe if I try to get the knife and then cut the rope, I could get out of here. Jack got the knife. He tried cutting the rope off his legs first.

"You think you can cut that?" A deep voice said. Jack immediately dropped the knife. "I-I" Jack stuttered. "I see you were trying to escape... Again" Dark said, looking at the knife. "You've been really bad lately, trying to escape." The demon walked closer to Jack.

"Shall we start?" Dark asked. Jack shook in fear. Dark walked up to Jack with a knife in hand. Jack shifted uncontrollably in the chair. Dark gripped Jack's arm, cutting into the flesh.

   "So beautiful.." The demon said as he carved. Jack yelped in pain. He wouldn't be surprised if America heard him. Dark had gagged Jack to cover his screams and pleads. Blood seeped through the cuts, creating a beautiful color to Dark.

   He decided to stop cutting the arm and undid the gag. Tears streamed down Jack's face as he hiccuped, his throat sore from the screaming. He looked at his arm, seeing the deep lined cuts. He felt like vomiting as the blood oozed out of him.

Dark undid the ropes and bandaged Jack's damaged arm, an evil smirk still plastered on his face as he saw the small male. He loved seeing people in pain, but seeing Jack like that made him upset.

Dark continued to bandage the wounds he created with the small knife. Once he finished, he patted Jack's arm. "Next time, be a good boy and don't escape." Jack nodded. "If you escape, your punishment will be worse."

"I'm so s-sorry." Jack hiccuped. Dry tears stained his red, flushed cheeks. "It won't happen again." Dark looked down at Jack. "It better not."

"I'll be upstairs. You can come if you want." And with that, Dark left the room. Jack wiped away the tears on his cheeks and under his eyes. He untied his ankles from the ropes, which had cut him as well.

Jack walked up the old, wooden stairs. The creaking sound caught the demons attention. "I made food." Dark brought out a plate of food as Jack sat on the old couch. The couch was a old, navy blue and had some stuffing coming out. There was a old tv placed in front of the couch. 

"You don't have to eat it." Dark said, handing Jack the plate. Jack ate fast because he hasn't eaten in two days. Once he finished, Jack sat the plate on the small coffee table.

"Was it good?" Dark asked. Jack nodded. "So Jack, I'm really sorry for what I did. I was just mad that you escaped." The Irish boy replied with an ok. Why can't I leave? Why did it have to be me? Jack mentally sighed.

"Do I have my own room?" Jack asked. "Yeah, I'll go show you." Both boys walked upstairs. "Here it is!" Jack entered. It had all his stuff from home, plus all the Sams. "Oh my." Jack said in shock. "Enjoy your room! Goodnight!" Dark said as he left. Jack hurriedly got into bed and fell asleep.