Mark walked - no ran - to the location Dark had sent him. He couldn't wait to smash Natemare and Anti's faces in. The streets were dimly lit, as though they knew something they didn't want to illuminate would happen.

He turned a corner and came face to face with a door - a door that hung loosely, threatening to fall to the ground. The floor was damp, it trailing through the door and further into the building. It was dark, and Mark feared the worst.

Inside, everything was trashed. The floor had been ripped up, the wallpaper torn, furniture flipped over. Fear pulsed through Mark as he made his way into a room to the right, hoping and praying to gods, youtubers and superheroes that Nathan was ok.

As he made his way into the dark abyss of a room, something was moving. But he didn't  know where, somewhere behind him?? Before he could think, someone grabbed him by the throat and held something cold against his neck.

Mark didn't dare take a heavy breath, even the slightest shift would end his life. He had no idea who had him hold but he had a funny feeling. The lights suddenly flickered on, Anti stood in front of me dead on. He looked terrible, then again, when didn't he??

"Let him go."

I was let go, before turning around and facing my attacker. Natemare. He probably looked worse than Anti, like he'd been beaten before not sleeping all night. No one tried to make a move, not even a heavy sigh. Mark then stepped closer to Natemare, cautious yet sadly sympathetic.

"What happened??" He asked, looking around at the mess.

Natemare growled at some thought before replying, "Nathan's what happened - his mind has gone down his true path...as a murderous demon he once was."

It was like time stopped. Everything suddenly seemed distant as it hit Mark. How could Nathan figure out that blood thirsty trail when it was locked away in his mind all these years?? Mark didn't know, he didn't want too.

Pain suddenly speared through Mark's stomach, it washing over like a blanket. The corners of his eyes darkening with each passing moment. The world spun until he laid eyes on Dark, a bloody knife in his hand. Dark's sparkling fangs shone as Mark took one last breath..

"See you in hell Mark."