Fight Back (Third Book To Total Control)

The Beginning of The End

Your POV

I had no idea on how I could get out the room, I tried bashing the door, the window, even trying to break a piece of the wall, but no matter what I tried, it went in vain. I could only sit and wait, completely useless once again. And the worse part was that it was Mark's room I was locked in. his scent lingering around made my heart hurt, because I could walk out and he could be gone forever, like Damion was. It hurt, but I still found myself hugging his lucky flannel. I still don't know why he loves that thing so much, but it was like having a piece of him near me.
I just need to know that he's ok and all of them.

"We're ok, just a little sore in places" I heard Sèan's voice in my head.
"Sèan? Is that you?" I asked, in my head.
"Oh, hey. You learned how to do it" he said.
"Are you guys ok? What's going on out there?" I asked him, now having a full out conversation in my head.
"We're fine, how are you holding up? Is there any way ya can get out? Where are you?" he questioned, one after the other.
"I'm in Mark's room, there isn't a way out, or else I'd come help by now" I told him
"No, if you find a way out, you need to go. Dark is gonna be here any second, it's you he wants, not us" he said.
"Sèan, for the last time, I'm not leaving you guys behind. Now what's going on out there?" I asked again.
"Mark's unconscious, though he should wake up soon. Light is still gawking at his brother. I got a few hits from Anti but I'm ok. They don't seem to get along very well" he informed.
"Once you guys are ok, save your strength. When Dark gets here, the first chance we have, we take him down" I instructed.
"But you're not equip to fight properly" he reminded.
"We'll have to use what we got, now regain your strength" I told again and he agreed. My mind went quiet.

As long as they were ok for now, they were alive, that's what mattered for the most parts. I sighed and huddled up with the flannel in my hands on the bed. If there was a time to pray, now was as good a time as any. Would my plea help at all, being a demon myself, a spawn of evil? I don't know.
I heard Anti's muffled voice after a while
"What took y-" and he was cut off then a thud travelled through the boards. Another voice growled something at him. It was definitely Dark.
"Don't you know how to follow orders?" he barked. There was coughing that followed afterwards then Anti's voice, sounding strained a bit.
"Sorry, jeez. Why don't you hit him too, he started it" he said. Undoubtedly including Shadow in the blame. There wasn't a sound from Dark nor Shadow. There was some inaudible talking afterwards then a shout from Mark.
"Stay away from her you bastard" there was a silence then a loud groan. Dark must've hit him.

Then there were footsteps, getting louder and closer to the door. They stopped at the door and there was that green glow again, briefly. I hid the flannel quickly under a pillow and curled myself smaller. The door opened and Dark stepped in, closing the door behind him. He saw me and walked closer slowly. He spoke easily and tried not seem as brash as he usually was.
He came close, sitting near me as I scooted a bit away. He looked at me tried to move closer, I made it evident that I didn't want that. I averted my eyes, looking away from him, even though there was nothing but a wall and nightstand that was in my line of sight. I heard him sigh and felt the bed shift. I kept my gaze away until I felt his cold hand on my face, making me look back to him. But I couldn't, I casted my eyes downwards.
I could feel the need to hug him, this was going to be harder than I thought. I knew now why I felt the way I did towards Dark, what drew me to him. And it was so hard to push that away. I had to keep reminding myself of what he did, who he was. The hell he put me through, my friends, new and old.

But then he spoke, snapping me from my focus.
"Why are you always scared of me?" he asked.
"I'm not scared of you" I answered, but still not looking at him.
"Then why are you frightened right now?" he asked again, trying to get me to look at him.
"I'm not frightened of you, not anymore" I repeated. It was the truth, I wasn't scared of him, he was still scary but I was more concerned about what was inside me. Losing myself was the most frightening thing to me at the moment. If I lost myself, I could hurt the people that helped me so much, the people care for so much.
"Then look at me, if you're not scared of me" he said. I held it together and raised my eyes to his. I felt myself wanting to give in to him, but I held it back. I couldn't allow it. My eyes started to burn, the tears threatening to come out.