Into the Void

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Anti gives Wilford an incredulous look of disbelief. Even I was a little taken aback at this derailing. I was all for stalling, but… this was something else entirely. Wilford seemed to be on the verge of a kind of crazy that needs heavy medication. This man needs to be locked up in an asylum. Though I’m not sure if there is an asylum that exists that can hold him.

“I’ll give it another go. See if I can’t minimize the area a bit. They’ll have ta settle down somewhere soon cause the sun is going down, and they know ye’ll be looking for them. Hopefully, they’ll slip up, and I can get something.” Anti slowly walks behind Wilford wearily as he talks. The moment he is done he pushes Wilford out of the tv and immediately leaves.

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I start laughing. Magic is involved. I may not know all the egos out there but I know Sean and Mark’s pretty good. There is only one ego I know that uses magic, and that is Marvin. Marvin is protecting Mark and Matt. I continue to laugh until my ribs hurt, and I have tears running down my face.

Wilford grunts as he falls out of the tv screen, stands and then starts fiddling with his gun again. "Whatcha laughing about, Bri? I wanna know the joke." He tilts his head.

I’m still laughing like a madman. I wouldn’t have been able to answer Wilford even if I’d been able to. Dark growls for a moment before the sound cuts off abruptly.  He smiles, and I’m almost glad that we aren’t standing next to a mirror. I can feel the way my face contorts into such a dark and malicious grin. I don’t need to see it. It scared me. That smile means that Dark is about to do something that I’m absolutely going to hate.

He turns towards Wilford and nods his head. “Sorry, Wilford. Something has come up that I absolutely must deal with. I do not know when I shall return. As always, you may come and go as you please. All I ask is that you don’t break anything important while I’m away.”

Without waiting for a response, Dark walks into the thickness of the shadows. I shiver, not out of cold, but out of fear of what was about to happen. I doubt this new event is going to be pleasant and I’m not looking forward to it.

The first thing I notice is the doorway. It’s Mark’s kitchen doorway, and I can hear his voice coming through it. His voice sounds a little muffled, but it’s still happy. He has a giant smile on his face and a couple of drinks in his hands when he appears in the doorway. I strain forward, trying to scream at him to run, but this insufferable metal prevents it. The color drains from Mark’s face, drinks all but forgotten as he starts running towards me.

I struggle against the restraints as Mark screams my name and runs towards me. When he gets to the bars of my cage, we reach for each other. Neither of us can reach, so I stop trying. Instead, I desperately focus my attention back on the chains that hold me back. I pull on the side with the weakened link and manage to snap it. The chain snaps in the middle leaving the cuff and part of the chain dangling from my wrist. Joy sweeps through me at my small victory, and I begin pulling on the other side, hoping to break free. 

The chain refuses to budge as I pull on it making me give up in frustration. I look back at Mark and reach for him with my now free hand. Emotions are high as we focus on trying to touch each other’s hands, both of us crying freely. He is shouting out promises that I really didn’t think he could keep. It’s more like words of comfort for himself. I’d just managed to brush my fingertips against Mark’s when Dark came out from his hidey hole behind us. 

I didn’t know you could make hand clapping sound sarcastic, but Dark manages it with ease. Mark turns and glares at Dark, his back stiffening up as the demon walks closer. “What a touching reunion. Best friends reunited again.” The condescension is thick in Dark’s voice as he comes to a stop a few feet away.