The Demons- JackSepticeye/Markiplier

Part 3

When they knocked on the door, it was my mother who answered. I couldn't see who it was, but I could tell it scared her. Her smile turned to shock - almost terror- in a fraction of a second. But she quickly welcomed them in.

There were about six men, all dressed in neat black FBI uniforms. They didn't look menacing, but definitely not nice. I watched quietly as the discussed something.

I couldn't hear, but by my mother's reaction it terrified her. She covered her mouth and her eyes were wide. She shook her head violently.

One of the men pulled a device from his pocket and showed it to her. She stared at it fearfully. The men made their way towards me.

"You have to come with us." one, the leader probably, said bluntly. I slowly stood up.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" I racked my mind, trying to think of something that would have caused this, but nothing came to me.

I can't remember what exactly happened next, but this is what I know: The agents grabbed me by my arms. My mother screamed, trying to pull me back as they dragged me away.

I saw red. I heard screaming, but it took me a while to realize it was not only my mother, but mine too. I was screaming in anger. I felt... strange. Hot, but frozen at the same time. My vision was only a blur of black and red.

It was like I wasn't in control of my own body anymore. I lunged at the agents, attacking them with strength I'd never had before. I vaguely remember the men's shouts. Then one punched me across the face, hard.

I fell, my vision going black for a second. Then I was on the floor, surrounded by a ring of fire. Looking up cautiously, I saw the entire room was on fire. An agent was helping my mom up off the floor, and I saw that everyone was black with soot. Except for me. I looked as if nothing had happened. My mom looked at me, her eyes full of emotions; fear, sadness, confusion.

I didn't look away until the agents dragged me outside, bound my hands behind my back with chains, and shoved me into the back of their van and locked the door. As the van started to move, I faintly heard my mother screaming my name.

"Aaron! Aaron!" Then the wall holding back my tears broke, and I cried myself to sleep.