Shadow

Chapter 10

"No!" Mark's mother screamed from his sibling's room loudly, instantly waking him up from his deep sleeping. "No! No! No!"

"Shut up," Mark grumbled, tiredly.

He then sat up and looked around, searching for the shadow, but surprisingly, it wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Shadow?" Make said, realising it was nowhere once he had searched his room quickly, making him slightly panic.

"Shadow?" He asked again as he looked underneath his bed, inside his cupboard, behind his door and behind his curtains, still not finding it. "Shadow?"

"Get here right now, Mark!" His father suddenly yelled, but he was to worried about where the shadow was than what was wrong with his parents.

It has to be somewhere, Mark thought as he walked down the hallway, hoping the shadow would appear somewhere or even say at least something to show that it was alive. Please.

Half of him felt like a jerk for wanting the shadow to be still alive when he was planning to have it erased from his life permanently, but he shook that feeling away and continued to search for the missing shadow as he reached the kitchen.

"Shadow, I have a knife in my hand...I'm ready to kill," Mark said with a knife in his hand from the kitchen drawer he quickly opened once an idea came into his mind, feeling hope that maybe it might make the shadow come back to him.

But it didn't work.

"M-Mark," Kayla's broken voice startled Mark, which made him instantly look at her, seeing the tears run down her face.

"W-what?" Mark asked, hiding the knife behind his back and forgetting about the shadow's disappearance. 

"Jamie is d-dead," Kayla cried.

D-dead? Mark paled as the knife he held dropped to the ground.

"Get the fuck here you fucken child murderer!" His father screamed with rage.

Without any questions, Mark ran out of the kitchen and headed to his siblings room as he tried to prepare himself for the worst that could happen. As he walked inside, his mother looked up from the ground she sat on with eyes filled with tears, then looked at the window.

Mark's brother, Jamie, was bleeding all over. His head was rested on the window's glass, eyes pushed deeply in the broken glass that was covered with his own blood.

Walls around Mark was covered with splatters of his brother's blood, some saying 'Kill him! Kill them! Kill them all!'

"No..." Mark couldn't stop the tears escaping his eyes as he slowly walked backwards, wishing it was not true.

He can't be dead, Mark thought, refusing to believe his own brother was dead, but the sight of his brother's dead body soaked with dark dry blood made him realise that it was real. No, no, no! Please no!

"Wonderful, isn't it?" The shadow suddenly spoke up, making Mark snap his head toward it, glaring daggers at it.

"You!" Mark yelled at it with anger raging inside him, knowing it had done it as he pointed his finger at it.

"No, you!" His father screamed at him as he grabbed Mark's shoulder and forcefully turned him around to look into his eyes.

"I didn't fuken kill him!" Mark screamed back at his father, clenching his hands tightly and staring right into his eyes, not blinking at all.

"You did! I know it! You fucken child murderer!" His father clenched his fists tightly, then punched him in the jaw, over and over.

"Damn it! Where's the popcorn?" The shadow laughed, mixing in with Mark's mother's loud crying.

"I never killed her!" Mark yelled, backing away quickly to avoid another punch to the jaw. "If I did, I would've known and I don't think I would be standing here alive right now!"

"Liar! Liar! Liar!" His father shouted, punching him each time he said he was a liar.

"I'm not a lair," Mark yelled, trying to dodge all of his punches, angering him. 

"Yes, you are!" His father yelled back.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" The shadow chanted with excitement.

"Shut up!" Mark shouted at it as he turned to face it, but it wasn't there anymore.

"No, you shut–" His father was about to yell back at him, but his mother suddenly yelled with pure anger.

"Shut up!" She screamed at them both as she stood up from the ground, clenching her hands into fists.

Both Mark and his father looked at her, glaring angrily as they awaited for whatever she had to say.

"Get out of my house right now, Mark!" His mother screamed at him. "Right now!"

"You heard your mother!" His father yelled, standing next to his mother. "Get out!"

Mark stated at them with pure hatred, but suddenly, everything around him became icy cold, exactly like the very day the shadow had appeared.

"Kill them. Kill all." The shadow whispered in his ear, then slowly stepped back.

As if a spell had been put onto him, Mark smiled, eerily.

"Fine, I will. But I will be back," He told them and turned away, walking out of the room with the same smile kept clearly on his face.

"Mark?" Kayla went to follow him, but he turned around to face her, glaring at her, which made her stop in her tracks.

With the shadow trailing behind, Mark made his way to the front door of the house as he heard muffled voices from his sibling's bedroom. He opened the door and stared up at the cloudy sky without a single thought or word.

It was like he was the under the control of the shadow and couldn't rethink of his actions, making him slam the door behind without a care. Unable to do anything other than do what the shadow wanted, he walked along the street's road, searching for someone to slaughter and murder.
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It's short...again...and I have updated late. Sorry!

Anyways, how do you think of the chapter was? Good? Bad? Any constructive criticism you would like to give me?

It's actually really hard to write yelling scenes. Seriously, this literally took around three days to write because I kept deleting drafts of this chapter and deleting sentences I thought were stupid.

But I do hope you liked today's one!