Date Interrupted Part 3
        You quickly rush home afraid of what just happened, and what might happen next. Afraid Devlyn might come back. What happened to your nice simple life? For the rest of the day you are restless, you canât stop thinking about Dark and Devlyn. He didnât seem as evil as Dark made him out to be, well except the whole kidnapping. So many questions and no answers. Dark wonât tell you, he never has.
        As evening approaches Dark returns home. You rush up and embrace him with a bear hug and whisper, âI am happy you are here.â He gently pats you on the back before disentangling himself from you. He leads you to the table before getting himself some coffee and joining you.
        âNow what happened today.â He sips his coffee and asks, with a look like he is expecting some girl drama from your friends.
        As you start of you story he forgets his coffee, and his look goes from one of humor to one of anger. An anger like you havenât seen from him before. âWhy did you leave? I told you to stay here!â He growls.
        You weakly mutter, âI⊠I didnât think it would be dangerousâŠâ
        He slams his fist on the table, âYou didnât think!â He shakes his head slightly and composes himself, âDo you at least know where he took you to, so I can go finish this once and for all?â
        âAll I know it was an old mansion in the middle of a waste land. Within in sight there was nothing to see except dead plants.â You respond.
       As you finish Dark hits the table again, this time cracking the table, âDamn that could anywhere. I must leave again, and this time do something right and stay inside until I return.â With that he stands, as he does you notice his knuckles are bleeding. Without another word he leaves you again, you have never seen him this way before.  This angry.
        You try to watch your shows on the television, however your mind keeps wandering to Dark, Devlyn, and all that has happened. Is Dark really who you think he is? Is Devlyn nice or evil? Why are you in the middle of this mess? So many questions but no answers.
      You slowly drift off to sleep and begin to dream. You look around the room you are in. It appears to be an old fashion torture room, with all the implements you would expect. There is only one door into the room and no windows, so you canât tell where you are at, but you are sure you have never been here before and have never seen a room like this. There is currently only one occupant here. He is strange figure strapped to rack. He is shirtless, and you can see all the scars crisscrossing his back. He has a strange white and black lights dancing around his body.
        About this time the door to the room opens and a single individual enter. You donât recognize his face, but you cringe from him because you sense he is truly an evil person. He has a blackness around him that oozes as if it was sludge. He walks up behind the person on the rack and retrieves a whip from his belt. âYou know why I must do this. You are a failure.â With that the whip flicks across the individuals back, leaving a fresh sore. âYou were supposed to kill them. Yet you failed again!â After each word the whip lashes the person back, never landing in the same place. After each stroke there is less white dancing around the person, and with the last stroke there is only blackness around the figure. During the whole event he mutters no sound and you would assume he was dead except his hands clench each time the whip lands.
      Even though you donât know who is being whipped, you feel pity for them, and by the end you are screaming but no one can hear you. Finishing the person returns the whip to his belt and moves to whisper in the persons ear. âYou are a failure. You are pitiful. If it wasnât for me, you would be dead. Donât disappoint me again. You owe me all you are.â The figure turns and leaves then.
        As the figure leaves the room, the bindings magically open and the prisoner falls to the ground. The first and only sound that you hear from him is a whimper as he lays on the floor with his back bleeding.
        You startle yourself awake, and smell a wonderful smell permeating the house. Wrapping yourself in a robe you head into the kitchen to find Dark there. What is going on? He has never cooked before, actually you didnât even know he knew how to cook. As you enter he says, âYou were sleeping when I came in, so I started breakfast. You were whimpering in your sleep. Is all well.?â He says with concern.
        You both take your plates of food and sit at the damaged table. As you eat you tell Dark about your dream and expect him to be angry again, instead he smiles. âAh it seems your gift has finally awoken. It also seems my thoughts were correct, someone is behind Devlyn, controlling him.â
        âMy gift?â You ask.
        âYes, you are a far seer. You can see things that happen at other places. I am glad it finally manifested itself.â He says with happiness, like a kid at Christmas.
        âWait, what are you talking about? Surely that wasnât really happening?â
        âYes, it did, and I have wished to do that to him so many times myself. As far as your gift it is a blessing, soon, with practice you might even be able to see distant people and place when you command it. Call in sick to work today, I think this occasion needs to be celebrated.â
        Most of the day passes uneventfully with shopping and eating decadent foods. You have never seen Dark this happy before. Was your gift that important to him? What is all this about? It seems like every day there is more questions and fewer answers. Every time you try to talk with Dark about it he refuses to answer or gives vague statements. As you are pulling away from the restaurant where you had just eating dinner you look back to see Devlyn standing under the street light watching you. He is wearing a suit again, and his face is void of emotions. For some reason you decide not to mention him to Dark.
