Love of Madness

Chapter 6: Breaking Point

At this point, with Wade and Bob in the attic, Mark in the basement, and the mess cleaned, I needed time to think and relax. However, that thought was short lived as I decided to go to the basement right after my nice and well deserved short nap. I haven't felt that refreshed in ages. When I went down the stairs, now having a pair of sweats on, I turned on the light along the way and I could hear Mark's light groans of pain. The moment I saw the blood filled pieces of cloth around his stab wounds, I scoffed. "Got anything to say for yourself? Huh?" I shook my head at the pathetic site of Mark. I felt such hatred and disgust, but at the same time, I also felt somewhat pitiful for him. The way I just tossed him down here to only hope I didn't kill him now made me feel like I was truly becoming the monster. "That can't be true. He's the monster. He attacked me. I made him pay for what he done that's all....." That's all that could run through my head as I saw him laying there on the ground. I sighed gently and made my way to him to try and wake him up. I slapped him across the face and with a loud yelp, it definitely worked.

He tried to lash out at me before I realized what was even going on, "You son of bitch, I'll make you pay!" Mark yelled at me and tried to attack me with his bare fists. However, I was quicker than he was and retaliated every move that he tried to make. I blocked and I ducked at every chance I got however my efforts were to no avail. Mark soon had me pinned down to the cold floor with his hands around my neck. He yelled in my face, "You nearly killed me! I trusted you! I loved you!" With those words, my heart snapped. Loved. He loved me? "M-Mark....." I was desperate for air. I tried to reach up to his face to push him off but my arms could barely get up off the floor. I was too weak. I knew this was the end. My expectations were short lived as he let go. "Get up you worthless piece of shit. I said get up!" Before I knew it, I was brought to my feet by Mark's tight grip. In that moment, I realized what I had to do. I decided to call him out on everything he has done. "You think I'm the piece of the shit?! You're the one who beat me up first! You're the one who nearly killed me in the first place! You were the one who had the idea to potentially get rid of Bob and Wade. You never 'loved' me! I'm just your play toy!" With every word and every breath I took, I could feel myself inching closer to the edge, "I did your dirty work! I'm the one who saved your ass when Bob almost called the police! You want to call me a son of a bitch?! You sure have some nerve, ass hat!"

When I stopped talking, I could feel my blood coursing through my veins. I felt something that seemed so familiar. It felt like I was in charge of things. Not him. Not anyone else. Me. He stood right there in front of me in silence, as if he was waiting for more. Well if he wanted it, I was going to give it to him. "What I did to Bob, no, what I did to you. It made me feel so powerful. It made me feel like I've never felt before. I don't know what you're doing to me Mark, but I actually like it. Whatever this is....I don't want it to go away. This feeling is too good. To play God in someone's life. It's so...entertaining." Soon I was laughing like I was some maniac. My moment of laughter, however, was cut short. This feeling. It was warm and loving. I realized it was Mark's lips on mine. He..was kissing me? After all I had just said? This was insane. This couldn't be happening.

"I knew you would come along," he said as he smirked at me after the kiss. I didn't want it to end. I wanted more. This was the point that I thought I'd never reach. The real point of no return. As Mark went to walk away, I quickly grabbed his arm and made him stop. For the first moment, I saw actual fear in his eyes. It felt good to see the fear. He should be afraid. He should always be afraid. I grabbed his face and made him kiss me again. Mark hardly tried to get away as he just submitted right into the kiss. After a minute or so, I slowly pulled away and whispered to him, "I love you too, squirrel brain." Mark lightly chuckled and shook head. Without a word he walked out of the basement with me close behind him. He made his way upstairs, presumably to the bathroom to wash up. When I sat down on the couch, I could still feel this, whatever it was, inside my body. It was like some dark force that was wrapping me in some warm coddling hold that told me that everything I was doing was perfectly normal. Though, of course, I didn't think it was normal. I knew that, but from now on it would be become my new life. My new life that would never be spoken to anyone but Mark. The question still nagged in the back of my head what we would do to Bob and Wade, yet I wasn't in much of a mood to care. If anything, I could just cut them to pieces and bury them and no one would be able to find them. That would be the easy route though. Oh thinking about that gave me such happiness.