Fight Back (Third Book To Total Control)

Ally

Dark's POV

It happened so fast, one second I was looking at an enraged y/n, the next I feel Anti's hands grab around me and we're gone. The bastard teleported us. All I could see was the bright colours of inside the rift as we travelled to who knows where.
As soon as we exited the rift, and I felt my feet touch solid ground, I swiftly pulled away from his grasp and punched him square in the face. Not even caring to look where we had ended up.

He stumbled back and fell to the floor, unable to soothe the place of impact, dues to his both severed hands.
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT! " I screamed. I didn't give him the time to answer as I kicked his side, making him groan in pain. I stepped over him and held him at his shirt's collar.
"I had her, I could've gotten her back. WHY did you take that away from me!?" I shouted at him and gave him another punch to the face.
He spat out some black blood then looked at me.
"We...were both hurt...w-we couldn't stand against her...she would've killed you" he gasped in between words and coughed between others. I didn't want to hear that, I raised him a bit and slammed him on the ground, making him groan again.

"Take me back, Now! " I ordered.
"I can't, it took all my strength to get us out of there, the distance was far" he said. I pushed him into the ground more.
"What! You wasted it all to bring us to this dump! " I shouted in rage as I glanced across the empty, dim room.
"It was the only place" he coughed again and dropped his body down fully. I retracted my hand to hit him again until I was interrupted by a sickening voice I grew to hate in a way.

"Well, I thought you two were the best of friends, here you are fighting in my house" I groaned out of frustration and roller my eyes.
"This is where you bring us, to this sack of shit" I whisper to Anti.
"That's no way to talk about your big brother" he said.
I got off of Anti and stood to face him. He was standing in a doorway, arms folded and that stupid grin on his face. I want to punch him every time I see him or hear that God awful voice. But I know I can't do him anything, much less disrespect him.

"Hello Darky" he smiled widely. I cleared my throat and stood tall.
"Wilford, it's been awhile"
"Oh it sure has, hasn't it. Anti, how's it been? Looks like you could use a hand or two there" he chortled at his own joke. I scoffed.
"Get us out of here, somehow"
"Now now Darky, can't you see he's hurt and exhausted" Wil said as he walked past me and to Anti.

He helped him off the floor and then snapped his fingers, making the room light up and it's furniture appear. All in the worst colour to ever exist. Pink. Anti sank into one of the sofas, not caring about the colour, just that it was comfy. Wil sat beside him and glared at me when I remained standing. I folded my arms and stood still. He gritted his teeth at me but didn't say anything.

"Now, what the fuck happened to you two? " he was asking Anti more than me.
"Dark got a girlfriend and she tried to kill us" Anti answered, making Wilford hum.
"Oh, you mean y/n, haha" he chuckled.
"How do you know her name? " I snarled.
"I know everything which concerns anyone around me" he simply stated.
"Though, you should've killed her the first time, would've caused you less trouble" he added.
"Shut up! " I shouted. In an instant, a rush of pink smoke charged at me and held me up. Wil grimaced at me then forced me to sit on one of the couches. He glared at me then growled
"I don't take shit from nobody, especially not you" I held my tongue and leaned back, folding my arms again. He inspected Anti and shook his head.
"She really did a number on you two" he said then got up and came in front of me. I looked up at him and he looked at me sternly, I rolled my eyes. He sat next to me then turned my face to face him. His eyes glowed a slight pink, probably checking my injuries. In an instant they turned normal again. He huffed,
"Be grateful all you have is a broken nose. Hold still". He pressed his thumbs on both sides of my nose, straightening the bone. I may be a demon, but that still hurt. I pulled back as soon as he finished.
"What the fuck Wil?"  I grimaced at him and he grinned. 
"It's fixed, isn's it?" he chimed then he weaved his pink smoke on my cuts, taking out whatever venom was left by her blade. Yeah, that's what that does to you. It hurts like hell and we can't heal with it in our system. Talk about in convenience, we're demons for crying out loud. I wonder who made that like that.