MARKS POV:
jack wasn't the same. Wilfred had done it again. That fucking son of a bitch! He had turned him into a mindless killing machine.
Jack summoned giant green septiceyes, and I mean septiceyes. They crowded me and melted my flesh like an iron to plastic. I shrieked in pain. This isn't him. I can defeat him. But it would crush my soul to see him hurt, and I would be the one hurting him. But it's the only way.
Balls of red mist started to appear in my hands. I shot them towards the septic eyes, they slowly backed off. I felt powerful. I had the power to kill.
I launched the balls of mist towards them, they screamed in pain (somehow) and disintegrated into red mist. I inhaled it. I felt stronger, I felt faster. I craved more.
Jacks eyes were now filled with pure hatred and revenge. He lunged at me, scolding my arm with a fire ball. I grabbed him by the neck. He struggled to get free. I laughed maniacally, he was so worthless, I can crush him like a knife through butter. My grip got tighter,
"Mark, I- *cough* love you."
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Ohh! Evil turns slightly good and good turns evil! And 400 reads! That's awesome! I am sorry for not updating often, that's because I'm on holiday at the moment in Florida, but I'm doing my best!
~snazzypanda56