Anti woke up in a hospital bed.

The first thing he noticed was being handcuffed to the bed.

He knew why.

The memories of what Dark made him do were still sickeningly fresh in his head.

The screams.

The blood.

He lightly tugged on the cuffs.

"Oh, you're awake." a bored and tired voice mumbled.

Anti looked to the other side of him to see Henrik standing over him.

"I . . .. H-Hen . . wh . .what happened?"

Henrik narrowed his eyes on him, "Vhat happened? You fucking vent berserk is what happened. You stabbed Sean and Chase, possessed Jameson and seriously injured Jackie and Marvin. You tried to strangle me until Jackie fought you off and knocked you out"

Anti started to cry, "I . . . I didn't mean to . .Hen . . . Please believe me"

"Vhat do you mean, you didn't mean to? Explain yourself"

Anti tried to say something. Anything.

But it appeared that Dark still had a hold on him.

As if taunting him.

Anti tried to stop himself from sobbing, "I . . I can't say . . ."

Suddenly, Jackie came around the corner of the room. He looked pissed and ready to fight again, "You can't say because you DID mean it, you fucking monster! I fucking knew you were trouble!"

The hero tried to rush towards him but Henrik stood in his way, "Easy zhere, Jackie. He's handcuffed. He can't go anywhere."

"Yeah, I know" Jackie sneered, "Which means he can't get away when I beat the shit out of him"

Anti whimpered, "I. . . I'm sorry. . . .  I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. . . I didn't-"

"STOP FUCKING LYING! I SAW THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES! WE ALL FUCKING DID! WE HEARD YOUR LAUGHING! WE SAW YOUR SICK SMILE! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LYING, SICK, MONSTER! YOU FREAK!"

It took some doing, but Henrik finally got Jackie out of the room.

Coming back to Anti, Henrik noticed his crying but didn't offer any support.

Anti started to hiccup, "Wh. . what ha-happened to Sean? Is. . .Is he okay?"

Henrik snorted, "As if you really care. . . .  he's in coma, currently. It's been a few days since your attack on us. Jameson is in a coma, too, from vhat you did to him . . . . but they'll be okay. . . eventually"

It didn't make Anti feel any better.

If anything, it made him feel worse.

Dark did this.

He wanted Anti to feel this pain.

Why?

Why did he make him nearly kill them all? What did he get out of it?

Something suddenly clicked in Anti.

Anger welled up inside of him.

Just imagining Dark's sneering face and hearing his condescending voice. . . . 

He made Anti hurt them.

Henrik noticed Anti stopped crying but now looked more mad than anything.

The doctor wasn't sure of what to do or say but he was uncomfortable. Maybe he shouldn't have made Jackie leave, after all?

Suddenly, Anti sat up, ignoring his own injuries, and glitched out of the house.

"VHAT THE HELL!!?" Henrik had never seen him do that before!

Jackie busted back in, "What?! What happened!?  . . . Where the hell did he go!?"

"I. . ." Henrik looked back at Jackie, "I don't know"

Anti glitched to Raspy Hill Manor. Since learning how to glitch to the void with Dark's help, he used his new ability to return to him.

His fury was unbending and all he saw was red.

He glitched inside right where he wanted to.

In Dark's office.

Dark was at his desk sitting in his chair. He looked up, completely unconcerned.

"What do you want?"

Anti's eyes glowed green and he clenched his teeth, "I want to hurt you"

He glitched on top of Dark's desk and punched him across the face.

Dark fell out of his chair, unprepared for Anti's anger.

"You fucking little parasite!"

Anti jumped onto the floor and swiftly kicked Dark in the side.

Dark was never one to submit in a fight, though.

Dark grabbed Anti's leg and quickly brought him down. Suddenly, he had the higher ground and was on top of Anti.

Anti couldn't even prepare himself as Dark just started to punch him over and over again.

Around the sixth punch to the face, Dark stood up and stomped on Anti's chest. You could hear several ribs being broken.

Anti whimpered, too hurt to cry  out.

He couldn't even really breathe now.

Dark was breathing out heavily from exerting so much energy but he smirked down on him, "You really are pathetic, aren't you? You came for a fight and got beaten down instead. Maybe this time, you'll actually listen to what I tell you. It's all your fault, after all. If you hadn't tried to say anything the other day to them, I wouldn't have made you hurt them!"

Anti couldn't even speak. He held his chest in pain.

Dark started to grin sadistically, "You know, I think I actually promised you that if you tried to say anything, I'd kill you . . . but instead, how about I give you that slit on your throat?"

Anti tried to turn over and glitch away but Dark bent over and grabbed his foot, yanking him back. Dark dragged Anti by his foot over to the couch in the office.

He then gripped him by the throat and flung him on the couch. Anti tried desperately to get away but Dark wasn't having it.

Dark out a small knife he had in his pocket. He got on top of Anti so his knees were over Anti's arms, keeping him down. He gripped his hair and pulled his head back.

Anti had tears streaked down his cheeks, his face red from blood and crying, "D-dark . . p-please. . . I'm sor-"

"Shut up. . . . you WILL be sorry you ever dared to go against me. . .  glitch-bitch" he grinned ear to ear before putting the knife against Anti's throat.

Almost gently, he ran the knife across his skin, watching in fascination as his skin cut open and he started to bleed.

Anti cried out softly, too weak and out of breathe to yell. He struggled as best he could but it was no use.

He could feel blood running down his throat. He started to choke on it and blood seeped out of his mouth down his face.

But suddenly, Dark stopped, tossing the knife away and admired his work with a little smile.

"Maybe that'll teach you. You might want to run along home now. Maybe your doctor will still abide by his oath and help you?"

With that, Dark got off of him and walked back over to his desk.

Anti struggled but managed to flip himself over onto the floor. 

He was bleeding a lot but he just had to focus on getting back home.

He didn't know if Henrik would help him but it was the best shot he had.

"Where do you think he went?" Jackie asked Henrik, "He couldn't have gone far. Maybe we can find him before he hurts anyone else"

Henrik hummed, "I don't know. Something didn't seem right. He kept saying he didn't mean to do it . . . but he couldn't say what that really meant"

"Because he was lying" Jackie stated bluntly, "He DID really mean to do it. You were there, too, Hen. You can't tell me he didn't mean to all that he did. The look in his eyes"

"I've never seen his eyes go black like that"

"He's a monster. Who knows what else the freak's capable of?"

They abruptly heard an odd sound coming from the other side of the room. Henrik recognized the sound and ran towards it.

Neither Jackie nor Henrik were prepared for what they saw.

Anti sat himself up against the wall. He looked beaten half to death with bruises already appearing all over his face, puffy and red. He was caked in blood, old and fresh running down his throat which was slit. He was choking.

Henrik acted on instinct and ran towards him, "ANTI VHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?"

Jackie came with Henrik, behind him, in case Anti was trying to trick them.

Henrik didn't see anything going down like that, though, and immediately started to get to work, putting pressure on Anti's neck, "Jackie! Help me get him onto a bed!"

That was the last thing Anti heard before passing out.

He was in the void again.

It was dark and cold.

It was just black and darkness for miles on end.

He felt as if there was a lamp hovering over him, though and he could see himself. His hands and his own body.

Just like in the dream he had a while ago with that creature.

'Drip  . . . Drip'

There it was again.

He looked around but he couldn't see anything.

'It's here again. . . . what does it want from me?'

He could hear heavy breathing behind him. The creature felt tall and menacing.

The hand crawled over his shoulder like before. 

Another hand joined it on his other shoulder.

Anti could feel it breathing in his ear.

"You deserve this. . . . . don't you?"

Anti cried softly, "Y-yes?"

He could feel something cold and wet on his ear and he cringed as he realized it was the creature's tongue.

One of the hands creeped up and wrapped around his throat.

Anti couldn't move. He wanted to. He wanted to leave.

He wanted to run.

He felt the other hand wrap around his waist around his stomach as if holding him dearly.

He felt its thumb rub his stomach almost soothingly.

"You're nothing but a pathetic  . . . . . parasite. Look what you did. . . . . you don't deserve to be happy. . . . . you deserve so much worse than what he did to you. . . don't you?"

Anti cried but he believed the creature to be right, "Y. . . . . Yes, sir"

And then just like that, there was nothing.

When he woke up again, all he felt was pain. 

Opening his eyes, Anti felt  the handcuffs on him again and he saw the brightness of the fluorescent lights above him.

He remembered all that happened. 

He couldn't even make things right by fighting Dark. He lost.

All that happened.

All that he was forced to do was for nothing. . . nothing but Dark's amusement.

Tears dripped down his eyes. He wanted to sob but his throat was so sore.

"Anti?"

Anti glanced over and saw Sean sitting next to him.

Sean gulped. 

He looked afraid.

'I did that' Anti felt overwhelming depression sink into him, 'I hurt him . . . I hurt all of them'

"Mark called. . . . he got a call from Dark saying you busted into his office and started fighting with him. He said you were acting insane and wouldn't stop attacking him. He had to fight back. He said you were being so erratic and that you slit your own throat. Why would you do that, Anti?. . . . Why would you hurt us? Why'd you attack me and the others? What's going on?"

Anti wanted to tell him.

But he knew Dark would know if he did.

He couldn't risk it.

Anti remained silent. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he could talk, anyway.

Sean took a deep breath, "I don't know what happened. . ..  but I think you need help. Whatever happened, you can talk to me. But for now. . . . I think we need a little separation. You can stay in the house but . . . . You won't be seeing me for a while . . . or Chase. Marvin and Jackie will be keeping an eye on you and you'll be isolated and confined for a while under Henrik's supervision. You hurt us, Anti. The others are mad and afraid of you now. . . . Is that what you wanted?"

Anti still couldn't say anything. He just closed his eyes, waiting for Sean to leave.

He couldn't tell him the truth.

He couldn't risk Dark actually making him kill them all this time.