I stared off the horizon, lumbering bodies stumbled around. We turned away, walking to my place and setting up base there, considering it was the only building standing. We boarded up any opening such as doors and windows, except one that we left unbarricaded for emergency escape.
I closed my eyes. Whenever I did, I could see my soul slowly becoming darker. I was so nervous, excited, and scared that I forgot to tell them that they were in danger if I didn't give the darks what they wanted in three days. I cringed a bit, when I felt a small stab inside me. It only hurt like getting a flu shot. I was in my office room while Mark got my sister's old bedroom and I gave Sean the master bedroom. I smiled through the pain, Sean and Mark were in my house. My two biggest idols. In. My. House. I have no idea how I was able to keep from fangirling, maybe the fact that it was killed or be killed now. I unsheathed my machete and looked at it. This could cause some damage...
No! You can't think that way!
I was suddenly exhausted, my legs commanded me to the bed. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I fell on the bed. I woke up, realizing I wasn't in my office/bedroom. I was in my mind, with my slowly suffering soul.
Antiseptic and his evil eye stood with him. "Thought we could have a little... talk!" His voice was harsh and cold. He sped up to me and with a long claw made my head look into his eyes. "Your soul is by far the most resilient and strong from any I've taken." His grin was as cold as ice, as evil as a psycho's conscience.
I replied cruelly, "so what?" I pulled away from his daggered claw.
"So what? So what!" he tapped his black claw on his chin and turned to me and pointed at me with it, "your smart. You know that Darkiplier and I need souls to feast on to get stronger. Yours, on the other hand. Is a rare breed. Your soul is good and pure, and extremely strong, so we would be unable to kill it, or you. So we decided our dark forces would be much stronger with a soul like yours. Guess your the lucky one of those two morons."
"Hey! They're not morons! They're some of the sweetest guys you could ever get to meet!" I screamed at anti defensively.
"Woah there. Calm yourself. Tick tock, before the three day mark comes and the dark can mock."
He disappeared into the floor of my soul. The pain much worst than the last time Darkiplier paid a visit. It felt like I broke my ribs in several places. I jumped up from the bed side in a sweat. I looked at my left wrist, it was midnight. I calmed down and officially got ready for bed. I climbed into the bed and stared at the ceiling. Why did this day have to be perfect, but absolutely the worst as well?