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Wednesday 29th November ~ 3:21pm
Dark's POV:
My legs were no longer working.
I sat in the corner of the dreary basement contemplating what it was going to feel like when I could move again. How easy it would be to take advantage of the mistake Anti was going to make in coming back.
I wouldn't waste a second on hesitation. Everything around me was a weapon - the pipes on the walls, the rusted crowbar at my feet, or perhaps I'd just go the old fashioned route and use my fists.
The boy was nothing. Even in such a state I could best him.
A loud creak resounded through the room and I looked up to see the door ajar.
"You took your time in coming to see me, I'm a little hurt."
The door was slow in edging open. I scoffed.
"Come now, you can't still cower before me in this unfortunate state. You left me this long so you'd have the advantage."
Still, Anti was taking his time. Even if I craned my neck all I could see of him was one foot as he stepped out.
Impatience started to nag at me.
"The longer you take the closer I could get to dying," I reminded, using a shaking hand to pick up the crowbar in one silent movement. "And we both know if I die you're coming with me."
Anti took another step. I manoeuvred my weapon between my back and the wall, ready to get the drop on him.
"I really don't-"
Anti vanished.
I blinked.
A storm of pixels overtook my vision, followed by searing agony.
"H͠a͝s̵̶ ̵́an̷y̷̨͘ǫ̛n̢͘e͟͜ ͜e͜͠v̡e͠͞r̀͜ t̴͟o̸l̡͠d҉͟ ̷̡͠y͢͠o̡ù͘,̕͢ -̷͟͞t̷̢͝h́aţ͘ ̸̴͠y͏̸ǫ̕u͝ T̕͜A̸̶̵̛͢Ļ͝͡Ḱ̸͡͞ ̀͡T̕͏O͏̨́̕͝O̡͟͟͞ ̶̨͞M͞҉Ú̢̡͞C̨̡͢͟͝Ḩ̛?̨͡"
Jack҉'͜s͜ POV:
My chest rose and fe̕ļl.
Legs put one in front of the other.
I couldn't sto̵p.
No matter how much I f҉o̸ug͢h͞t͢ I couldn't sto̵p.
It was as though I w͞asǹ'̨t͢ ͟re̢all͢y ͜t̴h̀e͏r͡e. The world was a m͏e͞ss of colours and noises that didn͢'́t ma̡ke a̶ņy͘ s͡en̨se͢.̸
I could feel myself doing thíngs that s̷òmęone ̷else̡ ͝wa̷nte͘d̸ ̛me͘ ̴t͠o͢ ̴d̷o͜.͝
I was t҉͟r͟a̧̛͘p̴̛p̨̕͜ed̴̕̕.
S̷t̶̕u͠c̀k̵̕͟ ̷͜i̢͘̕n̢s̛̛͡i͟d̸e ͘m̛ỳ̷̛ ơ͡͝w҉n̢ ҉h̨ę͠á̶́d̛͟͞.̸́͟
Ẁe̴҉̡a̸̵̧k͠.̀
͟S̸̨o ̸ẃ͏e̢͟a͞k͡.̷̧͠ ̕
Poẁ̡͟e̢͝r̀l̶es͝s̷.҉҉
Ờ̷̢̨n̴̷͘͜͝l͠ỳ͢͝ ̵̵̶͟͞a̧̢̧͜͝b͢l̛͡e̷̸̶͞ ͝͞t̵̸̢̀͝ờ̸͘͠ ͟͟͝͡w̧͜à̷̀͝t̀͏c͏͠͏̨h̷̨́͢͝.̶̡̨
I̞̩̗͚̞̼̟͠ͅt̵͔͍͍'͉̱̺̠̝̟͘͜s̸͖̺͇̙͉̺̤͔̦͢ ̯̱͓̲̩̺̙̭̕j̡̖̩̩͈ų͕͙͍͇͚̱́͝s҉̺̻̱̳͎̠̬t̞̩̱̀ ̶̹̯̝͖͙̫m҉̘̭͙͎̹̹ͅͅe͞҉̘̖ ͏̷̪̬͈̖n҉̞̮̜͎͔ͅo̯̝̳̤͍͞w̵͈͙͠.̞͇
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FanfictionSean McLoughlin is missing. Mark Fischbach was the last person to see him. But he can't tell anyone that. The police will think he's a liar. Call him insane. Yet Mark knows Anti did this. And he won't rest until Jack is found. ||| book one Contains:...
