Gone with you (Book 2 of The Anti Over Kill)

Part 9

(A/N: Sorry for this being so late, I completely forgot to update and I'm so so sorry about that. But anyways, pre-warning this chapter does contain a little gore, so if you don't like that then please... I'm sorry. It's not over the top gore though)

Jacks breathing sounds more like rattling as he looks up at Dark with hopeless eyes. Shattering Dark inside once he sees the hopeless look in Jacks eyes, the emptiness behind his eyes with his expression erasing from his face.
"Don't you dare give up" Dark growls at him with wide angry eyes. "Don't you do it!" Dark yells. Jacks eyes become distant and lost. Glazed over with tears. Dark sobbing in panic as he watches Jacks chest rise and fall less.
"Please, Jack!" Dark screams as their eyes lock, Jacks pupils dilating then shrinking to nothing.
"Jack?" Dark asks stupidly as if he'd randomly spring from his arms and be his usual quirky self. He shakes Jacks lifeless body, his eyes set on Dark before they roll to the back of his head, the white of his eyes being all to be seen left of his eyes.
"Jack?!" Dark says more concerned with urgency in his voice. Jacks body ceases, letting out a final rattle of a breath. His chest falling from being airless. His body becoming fully limp in his arms. Skin flushing color and giving off no more warmth. His body making no movements nor sounds to indicate any life. Darks eyes and mouth widen with panic. He lowers his head and lifts Jacks body to his ear to listen for any breathing. Nothing. He places his hand on Jacks wrist, no pulse. Under his chin. Nothing. Jacks cheek, ice cold.
He begs he didn't die, not like this. Not now. Why?

Dark freaks out and sobs fill his throat. Feeling something cold leak between his fingers... But it didn't feel like liquid, it felt like smooth, silky powder. Dark glances down at his hands holding Jacks head with terrified eyes, seeing that Jacks skin was cracked like breaking concrete, powder like sand leaking from missing chunks between the cracks. His arms doing the same; Jacks face being the worst affected as it cracked wider, black liquid beginning to glug out like petrol from within the cracks, leaking down his body and onto Darks hand and arms. Combining with the sand like powder to appear thicker like old petrol that's been sitting for years on end. A foul stench like burning oil... Like a petrol station on fire smell sickening the air. Burning Marks lungs to inhale and Darks eyes to be near.
Dark shook his head, knowing Jack was gone but not why this was happening. Freaking out.

Suddenly the knowledge hits him like a slap, identifying what was happening. Almost on cue, a horrible static of chaotic glitching laughter fills the room from every direction. The laughter quietens, but remains in the room. Leaving a spooky horror like atmosphere within the room. Static glicthing, hissing and fizzing in one direction...then another. Dark turns his head in every new direction he heard a noise, Mark doing the same.

"Did you miss me?" A voice crackles from within the static glitching sounds. A black smoke hisses around Jacks body; the smoke circling him like a deafening annoyed swarm of hornets. Dark yelps and releases Jack immediately. The swarm like smoke drags Jacks limp body away from Dark, dangling Jacks body like a stringless puppet. A sorcerers toy. The sand like substance continues to pour out of the cracks. The black liquid gluging out too.
"The puppet master has returned to collect its prized puppet back"

"Anti" Dark whispers under his breath with fear evident in his shaking voice. Mark and Dark glance terrified at Jack. Watching as the black smoke forms hands, lifting Jacks head with a hand either side of his face to keep his head up. Jacks jaw drooping and eyelids shut as another set of hands form, taking hold of an arm each. Controlling Jack to do a little dance.

"Stop using him like that!" Mark demands. The hands stop controlling him, but hold him how he is. More sets of hands form like tentacles, raising up menacingly behind Jack.

"You never were a fun one, Mark" the voice teased, horribly and painful to hear with the glitch to it. A horrible groan of tortured souls fill the room along with screams. Rushing forward at Mark, Marks heart picks up pace terrified as he turns to run. But fails to escape them.
"Why not join him as one of my puppets?" The tentacles grasp Marks wrists, compelling him to do a posh pose. Roughly yanking his hands behind his back. Snaking up around his legs as he attempts to kick them off. But they're solid despite being smoke.

"Stop it!" Mark snarls. Not amusing Anti at all. the tentacles snake up to his neck, consuming his whole body. Constricting around him, choking him. Mark knows he made the biggest mistake and his life will be the consequence.
"Dark help-" Another hand clasps over Marks mouth as he goes to yell again, shutting him up.

"That's enough out of you puppet!" Anti's voice hisses as Marks muffled pleas for help being no help. Pointless to try because he knew his words wouldn't come out. The sounds of tortured souls groaning and screaming, the sounds of young kids crying. All overwhelming Dark as he collapses to his knees; holding his head tight. The sounds reminding him that once these sounds had been all too familiar to him, that he'd once caused these sounds to exist.

"You can't escape who you are Darky~" a voice mocks. But the voice was too glitchy to understand. Instead, laughter fills the room again. A hand appears beneath Darks chin, forcing him to look up at Jack, Mark keeps his gaze locked on Jack too.
"You won't want to miss the show, would you?"

Mark and Dark are forced to watch on horrified. Witnessing another hand appear, but it was different to the others, it contained purple and green radioactive looking swirls. Lighting up the room brighter than the bedside lamp was. The hand pulls back, exposing every pointed finger before stabbing through Jacks mouth. Choking its way down his throat as the other hands that held his head release his head to fall to his chest. A tainted green radiates from Jacks chest, blowing out the lights in the room to complete darkness. The green begins to blossom into tainted flames with purple and black smoke. The hands release Jack, dropping him roughly to the floor. But Jack catches himself, falling to a kneeling position that hid his face. The glowing from him stops, imploding into his body as he lifts his head slowly, a smirk crosses his face as he joins the static chaotic laughter. His eyes glowing a horrible swirl or purple and black. His eyes wide and full of chaos and madness as his smirk turns into a crazy grin, exposing sharp teeth.
The petrol liquid oozing from the corners of his mouth, dripping from his chin.