Chapter Thirteen

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There were a few broken windows, but all else was intact. We looked around in awe at the scene of broken glass and broken hope.
"So...what about those three?"
"What about them? They obviously had nobody who really cared for them."
"Can't we just say they died in the hurricane?" Nurse Howell said. "I mean, it would be easier."
"That would be good..." I trailed off, "but then who would be in charge?"
"Well, Jake's the next of kin," Tyler inferred, "So wouldn't he be next in line for the 'throne'?"
"In my opinion-"
"Not like it's worth much." I cut Jake off.
"In my opinion," Jake stated, sending a glare which I returned, "I think that Tyler should have the spot."
     "I agree." Said Sean.
     "Yeah!" Nurse Howell and Phil said in unison.
     The rest of us joined in their shouting. Pretty soon, we were chanting it almost to Hell and back. "Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!" We kept screaming.
     "WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP-! Oh, Tyler! Sean! Phil! Jake! Dan!" Grace said.
     Smirking, I shouted, "DAN! Oh my God, that's your name? Ha!" I was laughing like the retarded hyenas from The Lion King, snorting up a riot. "I would kill to have that name! Hey, Danny has that name!"
     "Well, it's Leigh Daniel Avidan, so...kinda?" PJ said.
     "Wait. Isn't Danny the one that you liked, PJ?" Marzia inquired. I laughed as PJ's bright red face nodded.
     "Dude, he graduated like...three years ago. I feel like he's just trying to sell you drugs at this point." Jake stated matter-of-factly.
     "It does sound kind of suspicious...though I hope he likes you back!" Marzia added.
     "Does anybody find it weird that Jake tried to kill you guys, but now you guys are cool?" Tyler asked.
     "Well, at least he doesn't have the gun anymore!" I joked. Jake flinched, probably remembering his brother's sweet, sweet death.
     "What happened down there?" Grace asked. After a couple minutes of boisterous noise coming from out mouths, however, she stopped us. "Okay! So there's three dead people down there?"
"Actually, Logan and Ethan are the only ones that really died. Look down there; Mark got evaporated into Heaven."
"How does that happen?" Grace asked. We all shrugged.
"Well, you see, there were angels there, a-and they said only one of us could go with them for some reason, and Ethan and Logan were there, and Mark's dead friend and his dad were there, too. But Mark went with them and he's gone now. He's in Heaven where he belongs." Sean ranted, voice cracking out of love.
"What happened with Mark?" A...thing asked. This thing looked like a demon from Hell itself, black, soulless eyes and why the fuck did it look like Mark?
"What the fuck are you?" I spat at it.
"Well hello to you too, Felix. I was really hoping for a better introduction. I am Dark, Mark's...other half, so to speak. He's compassion, utterly selfless in his every move. I am cruelty, beating you down and berating you with every word, every syllable mumbled from my being. We're two halves of a whole. I can't live without him and visa versa. It was beautiful, really. Then you flaming idiots let him go before his time. Do you not understand? I'm what's left to pick up the pieces. I'm all you have left of your precious Mark." He said with a glare that could seep through your soul.
"Dark-"
"Shut up Jack! May I also ask, where's Anti?" Dark said with a smirk.
"Anti? Like, the serial killer Anti? You know him?" Phil asked.
"Umm...kinda? He's a, um, uh, persona of sorts. It's weird, okay. I tried to fix him, but it didn't work!"
     "You can't fix crazy, Jack. I think I, of all people, would know that." Dark said.
     "This is creeping me out." Marzia whispered to me.
     "Me too." I whispered back.
     "Holy shit! You're Anti? That's so cool!" PJ said enthusiastically. We all laughed, except for Dark.
     "Good news; Felix and Marzia have been discharged!"

Dear sweet baby Jesus that took forever! I hope you like this piece of shit that I randomly made. I'm also making another one shot that's even worse than this! Stay safe!
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