[WARNING: This chapter contains graphic violence. Proceed with caution.]
"Ma — Marcus?" Michael called after an entire minute of nothing but pure silence.
Just one second ago, Marcus was writhing in pain. But now, Marcus had stopped screaming and moving. Thinking that Marcus was so high, he had lost his mind at the moment didn't even cross Michael.
All he could feel was this growing horror creeping into his heart.
Holding his pistol tightly, Michael gulped and took a step back. He called Marcus once more, but he still got no response.
Michael backed away as the feeling of dread continued to sprout in his heart. Soon, his other hand touched the knob of his bedroom. As soon as he did, he flinched when Marcus suddenly moved.
The movement was small and slow. Marcus slowly pushed himself up while Michael held his breath for some unknown reason.
"Marcus…" Michael called quietly. "What's happening? Are you okay?"
