Deception: NatemarexReader

Chapter 10: The Truth

QOTD: Autumn or Spring?

Suddenly, the entire room was gone; Pitch black.
The only thing that remained was the one sided mirror, the chairs and small plastic table.

'What?'
You were deeply confused and terrified. His skin turned to a dark hue of gray, with a blue and red highlight around his body. Mark, if you would even call him that, pulls down his dark blue shirt and gives you a toothy grin. The scenario felt like something out of a crossover episode of Stranger Things and Black Mirror.

A never ending nightmare.

You secretly pinched yourself to make sure that you hadn't fallen asleep during the interrogation.
"What are you?"

He seemed offended by your question.
"That's none of your concern, sweetheart. But, what is my concern is how you escaped."

His words were burned deep into your mind.
'What is my concern is how you escaped.'

"I-" you couldn't lie. It was almost like he could see through your fragile soul.
With the pressure closing in on you to reply, you speak.

"-don't understand what you mean."
He chuckles with his white teeth blinding you. The atmosphere began to grow with a deceiving aura around it.

Nothing in this moment felt real. You expected for you to jump out of bed with a completely normal life. To your disappointment, not-Mark still tapped his elegant fingers against the table with a persistent attitude.

Out of the blue, he laughs, " I hope you'll last longer than our other puppets."
'Puppets? Is he referring to Viola?'
Feeling brave, you spoke out of line, "Too bad I'm not, sociopath."

This statement didn't affect him though. Something else seems to be on his mind. "I'm assuming you know about the disappearance of Christina and Viola."

Dark thought for a moment. And his face light up with sudden realization. "Ah, yes. The two subjects. Well we've had our bit of fun, but I have to give some credit to our new recruit. He had a bit of difficulty adjusting to the new lifestyle, but he's a fast learner."

The lack of empathy in his voice destroyed any bit of sanity lurking among the darkness. His words greatly puzzled you. 'I'll have to find out who this new recruit is soon'.

You and the crazed manipulator had an internal staring contest, until Dark finds the guts to speak after his little fantasy dream.   
He inquires, "How about I offer you a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"I'll make sure you're safe and off..his hit list. Living life in peace. All you have to do is just let me in."

The gloomy room engulfed your thoughts with temptation. 'Is this wrong?' you ask yourself. Of course, no one replies. Dark, who is currently giving you a wicked simper, held out an open palm.

"I can get you out of this mess. Trust me."

A life free of paranoia and constant coffee breaks would be enjoyable but...Nate needed you. And all of the people who went missing could still be out there. There was still hope.

You boldly refuse the offer. Something in the tone in his voice felt unsettling. You held a kind hand over your heart when the man across from you didn't move for almost a minute.

The organ within the cages of your ribs pleaded to be set free from the aching anxiety building up.

Dark finally lifted his blue and red illuminated head up towards your irises. An awful, sickening sound enveloped your ears.

Laughter.

Then, your chest screamed in agony when a sharp object broke through. Dark's gray hands gripped the knife plunged into your guts.
"I'll make sure you're the first one on his list."