((Hey guys sorry this took a while. I've been battling the flu for the past 3 days, and still am today. But since I can't sleep, and can't eat, I figured why not update. So yah... Sorry if this sucks, i didn't feel like going back to revise it :) But enjoy anyhow ))

The silence after his words was agonizing. I have so many questions, yet can't bring myself to ask any more. I don't know what my question brought up in Anti, but the pure disgust I felt in him, towards himself nonetheless, it stopped me cold.

Not to mention the new information about Dark.

It's almost hard to believe they were human once. Neither of them seemed to have much mortality left, but I suppose it makes sense... Both have shown rather human-like emotions.

Things like Anti's agony, Dark's obsessive care, feelings like that can't be faked.

I feel Anti's apathy run through me, everything becoming rather bleak in a mere moment.

Another hour passes at least, I don't know what time it is. Hell, I've lost all concept of time at this point, not that I care I suppose... What do I need to worry about that for...? After all I'm stuck in this house, it might as well be a prison for all I care...

I sigh, finally forcing myself to sit up, to pull out of that self-pity even for a moment. The darkness of the room doesn't bother me, eyes having adjusted a while ago.

I have to squint at the light as I peek the door open, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden change. I stay silent, hardly daring to breathe as I listen. Nothing.

Quiet so thick it seemed to make breathing difficult, it seemed to echo with a certain dread. I walk down the hall hesitantly, peeking out into the living room before I step in, bare feet making no noise on the carpeted ground. Mark was nowhere to be seen, I feel my eyes narrow, looking around, not even Chica wandered through the house, the absence of her nails clicking on the floor the one sound I'd relied on to beat this emptiness, this feeling of complete isolation.

I feel my muscles tense up, nerves racking fear through my body. Anti himself becomes more alert, that gentle pressure against my skull all I have to keep me together in this moment. Something felt off.

The sound of two quick bangs on the door startles me out of my unease, replacing it with cold, hard panic. I feel my body freeze for a mere moment as it sounds once more after a few seconds had passed.

"Fischbach, open up!"

A loud voice startles me again. Where the fuck is Mark!?

Based on the authority in the voice, I can only assume whoever it is, I don't' want to meet face-to-face.

Another loud knock, and then it stops. I turn quickly making it only a few steps before a loud crack and the door gives way.

I hear a click.

"Freeze!"

I feel my breath hitch, hands beginning to shake as they instinctively go up to mimic surrender. I turn slowly, hesitantly, eyes wide as they meet the barrel of a small hand gun. I feel my throat run dry, heart nearly beating from my chest. His mouth moves but I can't hear it over the pounding of my own heart, a ringing in my ears and pressure against my skull growing steadily with each moment.

I keep Anti back, listening to his screaming, his ordering for me to let him take control.

I can get us out of this! We aren't going back! LET ME OUT!

I shake my head gently, using every bit of strength to keep him back. I don't want to go back to that place, I know they'll send me somewhere worse if I do... But I can't have any more blood on my hands. This man could have a family, friends, I can't let Anti take his life.

I don't notice he had walked forward until he speaks again, voice cutting through the cloud of my manic thoughts like a knife.

"Sean Mcloughlin, you're under arrest."

I blink a few times, eyes glazing over with tears that I refused to shed. However I don't do anything, what can I do? Either he dies, or I go back to some institution, neither are good options. All I know, is no one else needs to die.

A larger shadow stops me cold as the cop fumbles for his handcuffs, gun continuing to point at me in the grasp of his free hand. I feel my breath hitch, familiar raven colored hair appearing like an omen of death over top of the officer. I let my eyes roam the familiar face, grayed skin, blood red eyes just barely glowering down at the cop.

As the cop looks to me again, strangely unaware of the figure behind him, I let my eyes meet his apologetically, I felt my face had paled, my eyes were surely wide frantic. I silently begged for him to run, to turn around, to do anything. Anti I could control... But Dark...

"I'm sorry..."

I murmur the words. He narrows his eyes in silent question. I watch hands grip onto either side of his head, that's when I clench my eyes shut, letting my arms fall limply to my sides.

A sickening crack sounds, followed by a heavy thud. I let the air escape my lungs shakily, a single tear managing to escape from underneath my closed eyelids. I don't move, I don't open my eyes, until I feel a large hand cup my cheek, wiping away the tear gently.

I let my eyes open hesitantly, daring not move against his touch as I look up to meet those eyes, the same eyes that sent fear rattling through me, the same eyes that haunt my darkest dreams...

He gives a gentle smile, as though trying to comfort me. I can vaguely see the man behind him, a heap on the floor, head twisted at an unnatural angle, I feel the bile rise in my throat.

I feel the pounding begin in my head again, gentler this time, as though asking for permission rather than demanding. I hesitate, before finally pulling my face away from his hand, stepping backwards on unstable legs.

I take a moment, ignoring the annoyance beginning to coat Dark's face. Taking a few shaky breaths I let my eyes wander over to the body once more, my stomach turns. Before Dark can say anything, I turn running down the hallway, hand going to cover my mouth.

I run into the bathroom, not bothering to close or lock the door behind me, kneeling in front of the porcelain toilet I let what little contents I had in my stomach spill out. A minute passes, then another, I had settled on dry heaving once I could get nothing out.

And once I finally caught my breath again, I reach out feeling that gentle, almost urgent, pressure against my skull. I give a slight nod, taking a few more raggedy breaths before I pull back, feeling a familiar green wash over me.

~~~~~Dark's POV~~~~~~

Pathetic, humans really are. It'd be sad if it weren't so damn hilarious.

Such little things easily drove them mad, the smallest sight, or even smell, of death filled them with such dread. I certainly don't miss any of that. Any human-like emotions I did my best to bury long ago, and now, I'm merely a shell, I don't care for anyone, yet I long for control.

There's something, exhilarating, about being in control. Making fear dance in their eyes was intoxicating. The sight of fear, the smell of fear... The taste of fear, it's like a drug. Knowing you can inspire such emotions, with the mere mention of their name. It's absolutely delicious.

I've held such power over so many, and only one has managed to get away... But he'll come back... They always do...

Halting myself in the hallway, my eyes wander into the white bathroom. Scanning over Sean's hunched form I feel a small grin graze over my lips. How absolutely pitiable. The way his hands clutched the sides of the bowl, the way his back arched inward with each dry heave that left him, the little sniffles that followed.

How deliciously wretched.

After a couple more deep, ragged breaths, he stops. Body tenses ever so slightly, and knuckles whiten against the bowl.

I feel my eyes narrow, any amusement from watching the weak human fading to an almost livid glee.

"Anti..."

The name leaves me in a growl, and I don't bother to hide the grin creeping over my cheeks. His body straightens, pushing up until he stood on stable legs. He takes a minute to turn, but when he does, and when those eyes meet mine, the green fires up with a new anger. The anger reflects in his next words, I merely feel my smile grow.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"