The Dark Side of YouTube

Part 7 - A Change in Us

"Stop!" She yelled. "What are you doing?"

"Who the hell are you?" Abe asked, getting ignored.

"Celine?" Colonel inquired. "What are you doing here?"

"Celine?" Abe echoed. "How the hell do you know her?" I growled at the girl. I've always hated her with every fiber in my being. Ethan rubbed my back, kissing my temple.

"Madame, I'm afraid you've come at a very inopportune time." Butler announced. "Something dreadful has happened here."

"I can see that and I'm glad I got here before it got any worse." Celine said, shooting me a glare. Ethan pulled me in to a quick kiss, distracting me for a second and reminding me that I'm trying to be good.

"This is only as tip of the iceberg! And it's a big iceberg!" Chef declared. "How can I put this delicately?"

"Mark is dead and it wasn't by the hands of me." I said for Chef with an award winning smirk.

"What?" Celine gasped.

"Dead like my hopes and dreams." Chef muttered to himself. "And he's a flesh eating zombie, too."

"Homo necrosis." Celine mumbled.

"Exactly." Colonel agreed, waving his gun around.

"That is not 'hence the guns'!" Abe argued, waving his gun around.

"Stop waving though bloody things around!" Butler shouted. Chef waved his ladel in with the guns.

"Hold on!" Celine yelled, jumping in. "Tell me what happened! How did Mark..... die?"

"It was murder." Damien said from below Ethan and I's eye. We are, after all, on the banister. Yeah, the damn lightning cracked again. I winced in response to it. "And worse yet. The body is missing."

"What? Show me." Celine demanded. Jack came into the room a moment later. He seemed tense until his eyes landed on me. Mark and I were great friends and he put these two in charge of protecting me. Well, more so Jack, but Ethan is mine so he's always here to help. "And don't say that word."

"What word? Murder?" Chef guessed, making the thunder crack. I covered my ears, wincing even more.

"Yes, that word!" Celine barked.

"Well, I mean murder-" fucking thunder! "-is a rather accurate description for what accur-"

"Do you not see the lightning?" Celine asked, cutting Butler off.

"You saying it was lightning that murdered Mark?" Abe inquired.

"Make it stop." I whimpered as the thunder rang again. Ethan held my head to his chest, rubbing my back.

"Well, Mother Nature doesn't exactly strike me as having a murderous intent." Colonel said.

"Quit saying it." Jack growled.

"Unless you count that time I was sucked into the board game: Jumanji and I wa-!"

"Stop, stop!" Celine interrupted. "Look, whatever's happening here is tapping into forces far beyond our control."

"Murder." Chef murmered with a smirk. I wanted to kill him in that moment.

"Mur... doch?" Colonel tested.

"Malarkey." Abe added.

"Mar-co!" Butler said. The thunder cracked again. A small groan left my lips.

"Would you stop!?" Ethan shouted down to them. We all magically appeared at a table. Ethan and I stood in a doorway.

"Look. Mark's death is a terrible thing indeed. But I fear that there are forces much darker than anything we've seen today. I'm well versed in the arcane arts, but if you untrained and uninitiated, can summon lightning with a mere word, we're all in far graver danger than anything we could ever hope to face alone."