Demons

Chapter 14- Mid-Night Run-ins and Makeup Products

Mark's POV-

The night was chilly, the moon was hidden behind thin covers of clouds. The sun had set a few minutes ago and I still hadn't made it back home. I gust of wind whipped by and tugged irately at my jacket as if trying to tear it away. I clung the edges of my jacket closer to my body with a shiver. I sighed and kicked the ground, rock jolted down the street.

                 Those myths about monsters and demons aren't real anyways... Right? It's bullshit... Just stories to scare little kids you don't want to go to sleep or go inside or stay up late...

The wind howled in disagreement and I hunched down into my jacket with another shiver. I glared up into the sky which was now a deep blue. Stars twinkled in velvet blanket of the night sky. The street lamps flickered; their yellow lights dimming then flaring back to their original orangish glow. I combed through my hair with my hand. Under a light was a figure casted in shadow.

Goosebumps pickled along my arm and I stopped walking. The figure didn't move from under the streetlight. Something inside me was telling me to just turn around and. To just twist around on my heel and book it.

                But the route back home is down this street. Then a left. Then a right. Then another left by the intersection. And it's probably just another person. Like me... Alone... At night...

All lights flickered off. My heart jumped up in my throat

               Yeah right! NOT A PERSON! NOT A PERSON! NOT A PERSON! OK Matt! One step at a time, home is in that direction, you can do this...

A hand clamped down on my mouth and I let out a muffled scream; the smell of spices reaching me. instantly I started to struggle and kick but stopped when I felt the heat of something approach my neck. "It'll melt your skin like a hot knife through butter, so I suggest you don't do that." The voice sounded male. Something sharp poked into my neck and soon black spots danced around my field of vison; which by now wasn't much. I blacked out, feeling cold, ice-like liquid run through my veins.

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I woke up with a pounding ache in the front of my head, my vision was blurry and grainy as I cracked my eyes open. The room I was in was an eggshell color with a green base, covered in dirt and dust. I was about to groan when I heard voices break through the foggy background of my mind.

"Why the Hell did you wake me up at this hour?! I'm trying sleep?" A voiced hissed. I held my breath. "Riiiiiiggghhht.... We both know you weren't sleeping. Probably outside setting fire to shit in the forest." Another voice hissed, "That's besides the point." The first voice said defensively. "How are we going to do it anyways?

"I was thinking baseball bat..." A different voice added in. They all sounded male.

"Won't that get messy?" The first voice I heard sounded exasperated. My eyes widened, and I began to struggle against whatever was binding my hands and feet together.

"Ok. BOTH of you stop!" The second voice hissed. "Before you both fill up this place with smoke and set of the sprinklers. We are not killing him! That's the end of it!" Person 2 yelled.

             Thank God a sensible person!

"Yeah, Ian and I are on the same page." Person 1 said.

"Bullshit, you were on my side a minuet ago!" he growled.

I tried flexing my hands to try and undo the thick rope that held them together or at least loosen them. No luck; they were bound tightly and struggling only made them rub against the itchy fiber, which in turn caused irritating itching and pain.