The Demons Within (Danti/Septiplier)

Encountering

Eighteen years later into this typical day, a half Korean half German looking fellow in America is wearing a red flannel with black skinny jeans, about to leave for his high school in his black Vans. He ruffled his naturally red hair on the top of his head and smoothened the black hair at the sides.

"Mark!" came a female voice. Mark turned back to see his mother running towards him. "Mark, you forgot your bracelet!" She said, trying to put it on for him.

"Mom. I don't want to wear such a thing." whined Mark.

This red and black leather bracelet with the word "War" engraved in Chinese characters suddenly appeared in a red box on their doorstep on Mark's 10th birthday with a letter written in strange symbols. Mark was confused as his brain was deciphering the letter on its own. But before he can properly process everything, his mom snatched it away from him. She claimed that this bracelet is a gift from his father and that he must wear at all costs, especially when going outside.

"You just have to, ok? Do it for your father..." his mother begged.

"I never even met the guy! I wouldn't do anything for him. If he loves us, he wouldn't have left us!" Mark snapped.

His mother sighed. "Mark, in a couple of months, it will be your 18th birthday...and all your questions will be answered, ok? Please just wear it. You just need to."

Mark sighed and put on the leather bracelet. "Alright. Bye mom. Love you." He said and continued his way towards his school.

"Hey Mark!" Mark turned his head to see Ken, his brown eyed big burly best friend wearing a blue shirt and jeans with a pair of Nike's, running up to him.

"Hey buddy. Ready for the last year of high school?"

"Of course I am! Ready to face anything that's coming to me!" Ken said.

Mark is confused. "What do you mean?"

"All I can say is, Mark, this year is going to be messy." said Ken as he pat Mark's back. "Enough about that. You heard anything about the new students that are coming to our school?"

"I didn't even know there will be new students!" Mark exclaimed.

"Well, all I heard is that one is from Ireland, the other is from Sweden. You think you're gonna hook up with any of them?" Ken joked, half-heartedly.

"What the fuck, Ken?" Mark laughed. "That depends if they're hot enough to meet my standards."

"We all know your special high standards, bro." Ken chuckled.

Mark had dated before, but no matter whether it was guys or girls, it always felt as if they weren't the right person. The longer he was with his ex's, the more uncomfortable and wrong he felt, like he was cheating on someone.

Mark sighed at the thought and silence filled the air as they walked, until Mark heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Yo Ken!"

Mark and Ken turned around to find a blonde guy with blue eyes wearing a  white dress shirt saying I'm Fabulous and black skinny jeans with white sneakers approaching them.

"Felix! My Swedish meatball!" Ken laughed and hugged the Swede. "This is Mark. Mark, this is Felix. My childhood friend."

"Hey! Nice to meet you!" greeted Mark. "Are you one of the new students?"