The car ride in the police car was silent besides the rumble of the engine. Jack massaged his fingers, and sliding a ring his kindergarten girlfriend gave him up and down his finger. Sean barely breathed, is thoughts only to what his parents were going to do with him.
Sean heart started to race when the police car pulled into his parent's driveway. His dad was standing outside, his belt off and bouncing in his hand. Sean crept out of the vehicle. His head held low, and he slowly wandered do his dad and take his side, the police following behind Sean.
"His he yours?" The stronger police said.
"Oh yeah he's mine. You boys have a good night." Sean's dad said, grabbing Sean's earlobe and dragging him inside. Sean's dad slammed the door and pulled Sean upstairs. A few drunk people were passed out on the couch, and Sean's jacket was used to clean up vomit.
Sean was pulled into his room and thrown on the bed. He rubbed his ear, trying to settle the pain. His dad ripped Sean's shirt, giving a clear whipping point. Sean's dad raised the belt and lowered it, bringing the leather down onto Sean's chest, leaving a bright red mark. His dad smack Sean again, Sean screamed out in agony. His dad took Sean's candle and lit it with his lighter that was in his back pocket. He set the candle aside and whipped Sean a few more time. Shadows danced on the walls of Sean's bedroom. Sean's chest stung as if a thousand bees dove down into his chest at the same time. Sean's chest rose and fell rapidly.
"Candle time!" His dad said. He blew out the candle, letting the room grow darker. He tipped the candle over and let the wax seep down onto Sean's body. Sean whimpered at the burning sensation that overrode the whipping. The wax and dribbled and stuck to Sean's jeans. Once the burning wax was gone, Sean's dad tied Sean up on the bed.
"Goodnight Sean. I'll see you tomorrow." His dad said with a sinister smile plastered on his face. He closed the door, leaving Sean alone in the dark.
Sean stared at the ceiling, the stings and the wax pain died down to tiny needles pricking his skin. He imagined his dad digging a six foot deep hole and throwing in Jack's corpse. He wished Mark was there, comforting him, even if Mark wasn't gay or wasn't dating Jack. Jack just wanted Mark. Jack just wanted Mark to be happy. Jack wanted to feel Mark, See Mark, Date Mark.
"I love you Mark. You don't love me. Help me." Sean whimpered before falling asleep.
~Jack's Dream~
Mark was trapped in a glass box. His screamed was muffled and his fist pounded the barrier. Sean was hung with a rope around his wrist above a boiling pot of lava. Sean twist and turned, struggling against the ropes. All was silent besides the ringing in Sean's ears. The rope burnt his wrist, and his arm were going tired from loss of blood flowing shoulders to fingertips.
"Ahhhh. You two." A voice spoke. The man in the forest approached the edge of a patio that appeared in the metallic area. His snarl was like Satan smiling himself, his fangs glistering in the light that was somehow in the room. His wound on his neck dripped crimson. His arms were crossed across his chest when another figure appeared. The new person looked like Mark, but his skin looked dead and cold. His snarl was like a dragon, his eyes dead and black. He wore a deep grey tuxedo. He rest his arm around the forest man's shoulder.
"Hello. Sean." The new man spoke. His voice was deep like a growl. Mark's face was angered at the new person that was hugging the forest man. Mark pounded on the glass screaming.
"DARK! YOU SON OF BISCUT! YOU WERE BEHIND THIS!?" Yet it became muffled. Dark? Who the heck is he? The forest or the new man? The fancy deadly one ore the sinister glitchy one? The one looking like Satan is smiling himself or the one that look like he's going to a wedding? But Sean only knows one name, who's the other?
"Shut the heck up Mark. But my baby Anti did all the work, thank you very much." The fancy man said. Anti is the forest man. Dark is the fancy. What the heck are these names?
"Babe look, Sean's struggling has lowered him to the lava." Anti spoke in a childish manor. Sean rolled his eyes and struggled some more.
"Okay boys, let's cut the chase. One of you dies, one of you lives you may talk amongst each other. You have one minuet."
I looked at Mark. His eyes were glossy with tears.
"Mark! Let them kill me! I want you to live!" Sean screamed. Mark shook his hand and jabbed his thumbs at himself.
"No! You have a life to live! Let me die! I don't mean anything to anyone." Sean's voice trailed off. Mark was shaking his head no, trying to tell Jack he's not dying but, he didn't listen.
"Dark, Anti. We've made a decision. Kill me. Save him. Please." Sean screamed over muffled Mark. Jack let one tear slip down his cheek before long, bony spider arms stabbed Jack at every angle, making the teenager scream. His breathing was heavy.
"Mark.... I love...you...I...wish...you felt....the same..." Jack was able to huff out before his final breath left his lips.
Sean woke up feeling cold sweat stick his hair to his head. Then he heard something. His phone buzzed.
Mark: Jackieboy! Are you okay?
(OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Don't bug me on how Jack got Marks number. I'm not telling you. Not yet. Sooooooooo........... the beach internet sucks and I'm being watched typing this. help me.
Anyway.... Bye!
~Jackie)
OKAY. Can I ask a simple question that I kow you don't know how to awnser? Why the hell di I write "Last Deamon Standing?" Its so effing cringy! Like serosly. what the hell was going through my mind?
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Runaway (Septiplier) (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction(REPBUBLISH DONT SHAME ME) Sean William McLoughlin, or Jack, felt unwanted, unloved, and forgotten. So he ran away. He ran deep into the woods to pass out on a stranger's house. The stranger takes him in, and takes care of him.
