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

||Dead ones heart||

What had once been Jack's body was no longer his. Slowly he pushes himself onto his knees, keeping his spinning head down.
Nose scrunched up at the awful metal smell. The smell strong enough that he could taste it in his mouth. He sucks in deep breaths, coughing from gulping down air like a starved animal. His hand raises to where he could feel something in his throat. Instead, his hand goes through a missing chunk between his neck and the rest of his body. A liquidy sounding hiss escaping his throat as his eyes widen in fear. Panicked, he recoiled his hands to his lap, sitting on his legs as he scrutinized his hands with wide eyes. Fingers black, extended in length and finger tips finishing pointed. He stands up, glancing up at Mark and Dark who stare at him horrified.

Mark can't take his eyes away from the gapping hole where Jack's mouth had once been. Black threading from the top to the bottom that looked like prison bars. A crimson colored liquid seeped between the bars like a broken fosset, dribbling down his chin.

Dark staring at all the missing chunks is Anti's body. One missing in his ankle joint, a rectangular chunk missing from his upper thigh on his right leg; his left leg missing nothing, between his head and body. The worst one in his rib area that was exposing an inside view of his organs and bones, black sludge splashing around in his body. But none of it came out unless it was through his mouth.

Anti notices them staring, hissing at least them as he turns away from them. He hated what he'd become. He felt like a freak. Tears well in his eyes, dripping with a hiss as it burns into his skin. Branding their fall into his skin. Gurgling a scream.
He let them fall despite the pain of them, he couldn't help it. He hated that he couldn't speak, that his mouth wouldn't close, that he was being looked at like some kind of a monster; a freak. But he couldn't deny that he wasn't either.

He knew he was stupid to try posses again. That he was corrupted. But yet he still took the consequences in his selfish stride. Greed had driven him past the gone point, gone into madness. He couldn't see through his greed, till now... When it was too late.
He knew there was no turning back... That he was forever stuck. Unable to give up Jack's body because it had morphed out of shape. Transformed into a corrupted being that he now controlled.

"Anti... We could of helped you..." A voice echoed through his head. Sounding haunted and lost. "We would of found a way-" the voice cuts off, a light emitting from his chest. The light growing brighter till they all had to shield their eyes.

Suddenly the light dimmed and hushed whispers filled the air. They removed their hands, Anti turns around to face them. His eyes widen seeing a green heart floating with a circling green mist around it. Letters and symbols falling like dust from the mist. Whispers continue to fill their ears, only able to focus on very few words that stood out.
"I was sacrificed for greed", "Selfish ways", "No longer whole", "Perishing" , "Gone with you."

The heart dances on the mist in circles as childish laughter overpowers the whispers. The mist forming into shapes of children playing and laughing, kids watching computer screens with Jack's youtube intro playing. Mark stares at it with tears pouring out his eyes. Dark looking at Anti, seeing him look broken. His eyes glazed with tears that enhanced his look of guilt.

"A-Anti-" Dark says in attempt to get his attention. Anti sets his focus on Dark, his eyes softening to obvious upset. Gurgling noises emit from his mouth, more of the liquid gluging out with each gurgle.
"You don't need to speak." Dark insists. Pointing a finger at the heart. "Is that Jacks heart?" Anti nods.
Dark takes a step towards the heart. Hands out stretched to capture the heart. If Anti did it then the heart too would be corrupted and Jack would be no more.

The childish laughter stops, 'Please. don't hurt me' a tearful childish voice cries in a distant echo.

"I won't hurt you Jack. I want to protect you. Please, just trust me" Dark says as he puts his hands side by side, forming a scoop like shape with his hands. Hesitantly lifting his hands to meet the heart. The protests at first, floating away with the mist changing to a blue tint.
"It's okay, trust me Jack. There's no need to be upset." Dark says in attempt to sooth him. Childish sobs fill the air around them.

"Jack... Trust him, please. We want you to be safe. We'll find a way to get you back" Mark encourages. The heart continues to show hesitation.