Love of Madness

Chapter 5: A Bad Time

 I slowly walked to the door, the knife behind my back and opened the door. When the door was wide open, Bob and I smiled at each other and he seemed surprised yet happy to see me. "Oh Jack, I didn't expect to see you here. How are you doing man?" I kept a sweet and simple smile, motioning him to come inside as I responded, "Oh I'm just here visiting." Mark came in the room after I shut the front door and as soon as I saw Bob hug Mark, jealousy somewhat came over me. I came up beside them quickly, one hand still behind my back with the knife. "Is this why you invited me over, Mark? So we could all hang out together?" Mark smiled at Bob and nodded but I could tell Bob wasn't entirely convinced as he looked around the room. "If that's the case then where is Wade? Shouldn't he be here too?" Suddenly my instincts came over me and I replied before Mark could even open his mouth, "He'll be on his way soon, don't worry." Mark gave me a small slide glare but then smiled at Bob, "Yea, he's running a bit late," Mark followed up on my statement and then sat down on the couch with Bob. With a slow head tilt, Bob looked at me and asked curiously, "What's behind your back Jack?" I gulped a little. I wanted to ambush Bob but I supposed plan A is busted. Here goes Plan B.

"It's a little present for you Bob. Close your eyes and hold out your hands." I gave Bob a sweet smile as he laughed a little and closed his eyes, "You know I'm not one for surprises like this but okay." Bob held out his hands with his eyes shut and at that moment, Mark nodded to me with a fire in his eyes. I came up close to Bob, reaching my knife out from behind my back. In one swift motion I stabbed Bob in the shoulder. With a big cry from Bob, Mark grabbed Bob by the throat. I ran to grab the rope and when I came back, it was a bloody mess on the couch. One moment Mark was on top beating Bob and the next Bob was on top trying to get away. I stood there, watching and waiting. They both stopped and looked at me, Mark holding down Bob, and at the same time they yelled at me, "HELP ME!" In that moment, I froze. I could hardly think. I slowly stepped back, shaking my head at the whole scene. Mark scoffed and got up, coming up to me fast. "You're so pathetic and weak. Give me this," he growled and snatched the rope out of my hands. After his words, I felt my mind snap again. I am not weak. I am not pathetic. As Mark began to chase after Bob, I ran to cut him off. I got in between Bob and Mark and tackled Mark to the ground. As I saw Bob run away toward the front door, I got up and ran at him with the rope I took back from Mark. With one swoop behind Bob, I brought the rope around his neck and got him down the ground. I choked Bob until he passed out. I huffed a little, somewhat out of breath, and right behind me Mark growled. "You're such an idiot, I had that! Why did you do nothing when I asked for your help the first time?!" I turned around slowly, laughing slowly and low. Mark's eyes widened a little as he saw that, miraculously, my eyes changed to pitch black with some sickly dark green in the middle. However, I did not feel myself. I felt more powerful. I felt that now, I could teach Mark who's the real boss.

With the rope still in my hand, I tackled Mark to the ground and stayed on top of him as I also tried to choke him with the rope until he passed out. This took way too long. With all the struggling he was doing, I thought he would've passed out by now. Yet, with the small clunk noise of his pocket knife to the floor, I realized what I really had to do. Swiftly grabbing the knife, I flicked the blade out and as I kept choking Mark, I stabbed him quite a few times. Soon, Mark finally passed out and the floor became dirty with his blood along with my own clothes. I was disgusted with the mess,but the mess on the floor was the least of my worries. I decided to drag Mark's body down to the basement before I even touched Bob again. I put cloth around Mark's stab wounds and let him lay there on the cold basement floor. When I came back up from the basement, I tied up Bob with rope and brought him up to the attic to be with Wade. As time passed, I cleaned up the mess on the floor and had time to take a nice warm bath. I didn't bother to wear much of anything as I laid in Mark's bed in my boxers. I didn't feel disgusted. I didn't feel regret. I felt like God.