My back ached as I first open my eyes to find myself staring at the ceiling. Light fell across my face and shined in my eyes, the sun still bright outside. I lay on the floor, a breeze flowing over my face as I breathed slowly. The ache in my back spread to my head and I sat up, rubbing my temples and popping my neck- one of Darks traits- something I rarely ever do. I listened to my neck pop before I heard something.
Something had interrupted the cracking in my neck. A soft mewl. A weak whimper. I paused and listened until I heard whining again. It was coming from just down the hall.
"Mark." I heard Jack mutter to me through the drywall. He kept whimpering and mumbling.
"Help me." He cried to me. Reality hit me like a big yellow bus. All memories came flooding back into my head. Every single moment came back to me. This is when I began to worry.
I jumped up and ran to his room. In the fight and struggle with Anti, I had forgotten all about him and what kind of position he may be in. I had forgotten he was even here.
I opened the door slowly, finding nothing in the room. I looked around curiously. I checked beneath the bed, under the sheets, on the floor beside the bed. When I didn't find him, I sat down on the bed.
"Jack?" I spoke into the open space. "Mark." I heard him whimper again. "Where are you at?" I asked him once more.
"The closet." He muttered. I got up and crossed the room toward the closet. When I opened the door, I saw him sitting in there. He was tied up and there was a sock in his lap. I could only guess Anti gagged him with that to keep him quiet and to keep me unsuspecting.
"Oh god, Jack." I mutter sadly as I crouch down toward him, brushing a green hair from his eyes. He flinched at my touch, his eyes squeezing shut in fear as he let out another whimper, making my jaw drop.
"What have they done to you?" I asked. He slowly opened his eyes, staring at me for a moment. His tear stained face seemed to say everything before he sighed and said, "If you'll get me out o' here, I'll talk to ya."
With that I stood and crossed the room, opening the bedside drawer and pulling out my switchblade. Jack looked astonished at me. I never really owned weapons. This is the only weapon I have, besides a pistol in my bedside drawer that no one knows about. It was a shock to him to see the knife when I was known to be against any kind of violence. The only kind of knife he'd ever seen me hold was a butter knife, so it freaked him out to see me holding a switchblade.
He was the first person to know I owned it.
"Don't tell anyone. This thing is only for emergencies." I explained. He nodded as I stuck the knife under the rope on his hands, looking at him for permission. Once he nodded, I swiftly cut the ropes off of him. I untied him and he immediately tackled me back in a hug, the two of us laying in the floor with our arms around each other.
His green hair tickled my chin, his natural scent of pine trees and rain filling my nostrils as we lay on the cold hardwood. I wasn't exactly comfortable, but I allowed him to bury his face further into my neck. He sighed happily. He must have missed me. I smile and then I think about our position for a moment.
"You realize how gay this is, right?" I ask with a chuckle. "I don't care. People ship us anyway." He said, sitting up and pulling me with him by the collar of my shirt. I guess Jack just gave 'coming out of the closet' a whole new meaning. I tried not to laugh as I silently thought about that. I was probably going to use that as a joke one day. Hopefully, no one takes offense.
Jack looks me in the eyes as he smiles warmly, his face quickly growing serious again as he snaps back to reality.
"So, tell me everythin' that happened. Where's Anti? How do I know ya aren' Dark?" He asked me rapidly.
I didn't have time for this, so I threw myself into the whole thing.
"Okay. So, I fought Anti and when he tried to kill me, Dark took over. I could still see everything as Dark scolded him for trying to kill 'The Vessel' which is supposedly me. Then he went on to say something about you, Anti, and an exorcism before he told me goodnight and that he'd be back. After that I blacked out. However, I learned something."
"What'd ya learn?" He asked. I bit my lip in frustration as I tried to remember.
"I can't remember much. However, I learned that Anti was deathly afraid of Dark. I also learned that you exorcised Anti from your body, but never told anyone." Then I paused to think for a moment before I added, "How long have you known about Anti?" I asked. Jack sighed, averting his eyes from my gaze as he stared at my hands.
"Two years ago, I began to 'ave strange dreams, violent thoughts, an' odd behaviors. Tha's when Anti began to show himself and come into tha light." He said, speaking of his own case, which was quite similar to mine. "How long have ya known about Dark now?" He asked me.
"Almost two months." I told him.
He looked up at me and muttered, "Good. Then tha time is almos' right." He said. I looked over at him and a questioning look crossed my face.
"What are you talking about?" I ask. "At three months, he will be at 'is highest peak. He will be mos' active. Three is a known number for demons because they can mock tha holy trinity. All we 'ave to do is keep ya safe in the house. You'll have to be put on a watch. Someone will need to be near ya at all times. I'm guessing it will 'ave to be me. At night, I'll have to put you in a straightjacket, lock the doors an' windows, and I'll have to lock you in a room with no windows. I'll set ya up a pallet in the recording room, I'll take out yer computer and recording equipment in case Dark tries something." Jack says. I nearly choked at what he told me. He expected me to be okay with that?
My eyes went wide at the thought. I didn't want to have to live like that for another month. This was completely insane.
"Don't you think you're going a little too far with that one?" I ask him, worried. "It's wha' I had ta do fer myself. Except at night, all I would do is lock myself in my recording room. I didn' have a straightjacket an' even if I did, I'd have no one to tie it for me." He says with a chuckle.
I sigh and nod to Jack, giving him permission, then I grow curious.
"Hey, Jack?" I ask him.
"Yes, Mark?" He asks me, looking into my eyes.
"What happens when the two months are up?" I ask Jack. He smiles comfortingly and sympathetically. With a single glance in my direction, he says this:
"An exorcism."
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Sorry, this one is a lot shorter than normal. I do apologize. However, that's why the last chapter was extra long. I appreciate the patience you have for me. It means so much. I made this chapter short because I legit began writing it almost an hour ago and we're only in an area with wifi for the next few minutes so I had to cut it short. So sorry for that. I just wanted to get it out to you so I could clear up some confusion on where Jack was for the last chapter.
So now we know! Some of your guesses were right. Jack did have to deal with Anti for awhile. I remember someone commenting something about their belief, which in fact was that Jack did have to deal with Anti; That person gave me the great idea to incorporate him in (where are you my friend, you created this idea!) and therefore helped with a slight bit of my writers block. Congrats and thank you!
It may be next weekend before I can update again, so I'm sorry, just try to be patient with me.
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