Hey Buddies. Sorry for the slightly late update. But hey, at least the new chapter is here now.. I don't even know if most of you are still reading this story or not. Oh well... Anywho, I do apologise for any spelling mistakes or grammar if you do happen to notice them. I am only human after all. I make mistakes too... Okie, I've said what I wanted to say, so, off you go. Read on.

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Mad's P.O.V

Objects were flying everywhere, glasses were being shattered and wooden furnitures were being broken; it was a symphony of chaos, and I guess you could say I was the conductor. My knuckles have taken the abuse of everything it came in contact with but nothing I did could calm me down.

I slammed another glass on the table with so much force that it shattered, leaving small shards cutting through my skin, and not even that brought me to my senses. I was completely driven with so much rage and adrenaline that if I wanted to, I could literally go out on a massacre. But I had no time for that now, so trashing the place was my next option in hopes of letting enough anger out until I was able to think clearly again.

"Fuck!" I cursed, "Fuck! Shit! Fucking FUCK!!!"

I was pacing across the room, strings of profanities leaving my mouth as I did so.

"Mad, calm down." Felix finally spoke out after not hearing a single word from him during Cry's kidnapping.

I instantly snapped my head towards him with a deadly glare, "This is also your fucking fault! You did this! You wanted this to happen!" I accused, pointing my blood-stained finger in his direction. "You're just like a selfish brat that did whatever he wanted, not caring if others got hurt! Now look what happened!"

He immediately drew back from my words and looked away, clearly feeling guilt for what had happened.

Realising what had just come out of my mouth stopped me dead on my tracks just seconds after I spat out those last few words. I couldn't believe it, me; a demon, scolding someone for doing selfish and careless acts, not thinking about others that might get caught up in it.

This wasn't me. Since when did I care for other people? I'm a demon for fuck sake; I shouldn't be caring about these useless things. And yet I said what I said without even realizing it until it was too late.

"Mad, I had nothing to do with this! I'm telling the truth!" The Swede tried to explain, snapping me out of my thoughts, but I wasn't in the mood to hear his pathetic excuses. For all I knew, every word coming out of his mouth could be lies.

"Oh Bull shit!"

With just one swift swing of my hand, the small kitchen table went flying against the wall, leaving it broken and no longer usable, but instead would make great firewood. Yet another useless thing to add to the pile of broken stuff; Almost everything in the kitchen had been damaged.

It just kept replaying in my mind; I should never have let him leave my side. When I arrived in the theatre room I was too late, He was unconscious and being carried by someone who was too coward by hiding his identity in the shadows.

Another curse word escaped my mouth before I dragged my hand that was free of glass cuts across my face in a very irritated manner. I knew that going on a rampage won't do any good in figuring out where he took Ryan, but it allowed me to clear my mind a bit so I could think.

The bastard mentioned something about an 'eventful reunion' before he vanished in a dark cloud, taking Ryan with him. No matter how hard I thought, I just couldn't get what he meant. This only drove my frustration closer to the edge before I began another rampage.

"Look Mad, You and I both know that I hate your guts and you hate mine, it's true. But I would never do anything beyond careless that would put Ryan in danger. You, more than anyone else know just how much I care about Ryan." The Swede started, just after I managed to calm down a bit more, "So believe me when I say I had nothing to do with this... I'm telling you the truth."

The adrenaline in my body started to fade, leaving me tired and slightly weak. I managed to slide down on the ground now decorated with bits and pieces from what was once a part of furniture and glassware, my back against the wall for support.

My breathing was heavy and its pattern was quicker than normal, I could even feel the sweat on my forehead gliding down to the side of my face.

"So what now?" I decided to question, not feeling like answering Felix's earlier words of persuasion.

I looked down to my hand and noticed my earlier wounds. There were still small shards stuck to my skin, which I'd have to admit, stung. A deep sigh escaped my lips before bringing my wounded hand close to my face so I could pick out the bits and pieces of glass decorating my skin.

Seconds later, the Swede also decided to sit on the floor and lean against the wall, one knee bent with his elbow resting on it for support as he rested his head on his hand.

"Honestly?... I don't know..."

'Well that was helpful.' I thought to myself.

One hour has almost passed and we still had nothing to show case for it. You'd think just because Felix was in cahoots with this mystery person he'd at least have a few good leads about him, but no. What a big help he was. Stupid idiot was too stupid to see that he was going to be betrayed, especially by someone he doesn't even know.

But at least we both know that he was a demon, who clearly had his own vessel... No demon could walk this earth without being sentenced to it by those higher than us by means of being Soul bound.

My head was starting to throb.

"Jeez. This doesn't make sense!" I groaned with clear frustration. "Why the hell would another demon attack us for no reason?!"

"That's just it, Mad" Felix spoke, "There was a reason... We just don't know what."

"How could you not know? You've been in contact with him this past month haven't you?! So how could you not know who he is or what he looks like?!"

"Hey! What do you want from me?! I've told you all I know! It was night, I decided to take a late night walk, and this guy showed up without showing his face, told me he knew I had a demon and made me an offer!"

I scoffed, "You must've been pretty desperate to accept an offer from a total stranger, what's more a demon."

I heard Felix sigh, "Yeah well... I was... Desperate, I guess." He paused, "Everything was fine before you showed up. I knew Ryan had a crush on me, and I had a crush on him. But just when I decided to make my move in confessing it to him, you introduced yourself to him, stealing his attention away from me... What could I do?"

He sounded like he was about to cry, but he continued his little speech nonetheless, "Like you said, I got desperate. This guy told me he would help me out in exchange for my help as well. He didn't tell me what his motive was, all he told me was that it was time for him to repay his brother a visit, in which he stated he hasn't seen in a very, very long time."

I tilted my head a little to look at the Swedish man. He shrugged then spoke once more, "So I thought, why not? If it meant getting Ryan back, it couldn't hurt to accept the offer... I never thought it would come to this, though."He sniffled.

Oh great, here comes the water works.

I stayed quiet the whole time he spoke, listening to what he had to say. And by the time he had finished, he was already crying. I feel like I should feel sorry for him, but they're just no way I could find it in me. Even the entire time he was talking, I noticed I had balled my hands into a fist, unaware of the trivial action.

When Felix finally managed to stop his crying, I looked towards the dummies lying on the floor that he and I moved to the kitchen... It was weird, we found them in the theater room covered in what seemed to be pigs' blood; All six of them. What's even weirder was that they were dressed as Ryan's friends. And the weirdest part, we have no idea where the real ones are.

Felix tried to call them on their cell phones when we found the dummies, but the connection was out. That bastard must have taken the too. Who knows?

"We have to find them." I stated in a somewhat hushed voice, more to myself than to the blond man.

I knew that Felix was also looking at the dummies across from us.

"Damn, those things give me the creeps." He commented, and then looked at me. "So where do we start?" A look of pure concern on his face.

I mirrored his facial expression and shook my head slowly, "I don't know... But we have to find them quickly."

Cry's P.O.V

I woke up from the cold feeling of the wind brushing against my skin. And the still wet, sticky blood on my shirt didn't help at all. My clothes were sticking to my skin and the stench was foul, I hated the smell of blood, especially in a large amount like the one on me now.

My friends' unconscious bodies flashed in my head, making me flinch from the sudden reminder that this red, sticky liquid on me could possibly be theirs. But I refused to believe it and pushed the thoughts out of my head.

When I tried to move, I found out that I was tied down to a chair, not to mention I was also blindfolded.

"Just my luck!" I groaned under my breath.

I tried to pull my hands free, struggling against the ropes which will clearly leave a mark on my skin. But the result seemed to be hopeless; the only thing I got out of it was a painful wrist and me trying to regulate my breathing, but immediately held it when I heard footsteps coming my way.

"I see the damsel in distress is awake. That's good." I heard the same eerie voice from earlier chime.

It was like from a horror movie, where you hear a voice but it sounds like a demonic voice on top of a normal voice. You know? It's hard to explain but it just sounds like two voices speaking at the exact same time in such a syncronised way.

Even though I couldn't see a thing, I knew he was standing just a few feet away from me. I looked up instinctively, "What the hell do you want from me?!" I Hissed; tugging at my hands again, still no luck.

"Feisty aren't we~?"

I felt his hand cup under my chin firmly, "Don't worry though; I won't hurt you." he paused. I could feel his face drawing close to my face, just stopping when I could feel his breath brush against my ear, "yet" he added before chuckling darkly, sending shivers down my spine.

I jerked my head from his hold then faced him once more, despite my sight being temporarily stolen from me. "Go back to hell!" I told him with clear disgust and anger, then I spat at his face.

His immediate response wasn't something I anticipated.

I could taste blood, but it didn't make me regret my actions one bit. "You slap like a girl" I commented, "Actually no, I take that back since a girl could probably slap better than you."

"You little-!.."

My mind and body prepared for another slap to the face, but it never came. Instead, I could hear his footsteps getting further from me. "It's not time yet." Was all he said. "Soon, we can start our little game, but for now..." He paused, I could hear another chair being dragged, stopping just in front of me, "let's just have a nice little chat~... " Again, he paused. "Just you..."

I blinked a few times to get my vision to focus when he yanked the blind fold that was wrapped around my head so tightly, causing my eye sight to be blurry.

"And me." he finished with a hint of devilish satisfaction in his voice.

I don't think there was a definite word to describe my expression because I don't think 'Shocked' could fully express it.

"...No." Was all I could utter at that moment.

My eyes couldn't believe who it was seeing and my mind couldn't fully process what was happening. The more I looked at the person before me, the more real it became. This was no illusion. But it did, however, become even more confusing.

I swallowed hard before I called out his name, "...S-scott?" And when the word left my mouth, it just didn't feel right.

He grinned at me from ear to ear, causing me to shrink back from him.

"You're not Scott!" I declared with a glare despite my fear showing ever so clearly.

"Oh come now Ryan, what are you saying? Of course it's me~" He chuckles without mirth.

He then stood from his chair and began to slowly walk in circles around me, like a predator circling its prey before attacking. Every time he was within my field of vision, my eyes would follow him, scanning his every move carefully.

"Who are you?" I asked, "really."

It took a few seconds before he answered my question, but he still kept circling me, and it was starting to make me feel even more uneasy.

I took the chance to survey my surrounding area. There were trees everywhere; some of them looked like they were caught by fire. There was also a police tape blocking the only entrance that led to the pathway of what, by the looks of it, used to be a house before it burned down to a pile of ashes, scorched wood and other unrecognizable things. And here I am, tied down to a chair right in the middle of it, sending chills up and down my spine.

"To tell you the partial truth, you don't know me at all." He stopped right in front of me, crouched down to meet my eyes then smiled that creepy smile, "But I know you." He added as he tapped my nose just when he said 'you'. Then he was back to circling me.

"How? How do you know me? What do you want from me anyway? What did I ever do to you? And why are you using Scott?! I thought only people who suffered from depression or from their past are the ones who're bounded with a demon, and last I checked, Scott had a happy childhood, a loving family and he never had any emotional or mental illness record. So why is it that you-" I was cut off.

"What's with the twenty-twenty questions? Just chills will ya." The person posing as my friend, Scott, retorted. He grabbed the chair he placed in front of me and dragged it closer before taking a seat whilst facing me, making sure the back of the chair was towards me. He then crossed his arms and rested them on top of the chair's back.

"Alrighty~ I guess I could answer a few of your questions before those two love struck, rivaling idiots arrive~" He announced. Before I could question what he meant by that, I was cut off with his answers.

"First of all, I know almost everything there is to know about you because I've been watching. So not only do I know what there is to know about you, but I also have enough knowledge regarding the people you care about." He shrugged nonchalantly, "I bet I know a few things you don't even know about yourself." He added with a smirk.

"Secondly, I want nothing from you. But I do want something from a certain demon you just so happen to be bounded with, which is quite unfortunate for you to say the least, since because of it, you got dragged into this whole mess." He smiled; making it sound like it's no big deal.

Again, I tried my luck at tugging my hands from the rope, hoping that this time I would miraculously escape from it, but I don't think I even managed to loosen its hold on me, not one bit.

I heard a snapping sound coming from 'Scott', "hey are you listening to me?" he questioned as he snapped his fingers continuously in front of my face to try and get my attention.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm listening" I retort with a stern expression, trying to ignore the burning pain of the rope that was pressing against my skin tightly, especially around my wrist.

"As I was saying, you've probably figured out that I'm a demon, right? 'Cause you can't be that slow." He snickered, clearly insinuating something, "But here's the thing, I'm no ordinary demon. It's true that this 'Scott' had a good past, has a loving family and has no depression whatsoever, nothing wrong with him at all that would 'cause me to be bounded with him." his lips stretched into another Cheshire cat-like smile, "So that's why I knew he was perfect! I knew nobody would suspect a thing, and thanks to a potion I made, no other demon could detect me. It was perfect!" He broke out into a demented laugh.

I stared at him with a look of confusion and worry, "What-"

"Do you still not get it?" He says, cutting me off once more, "I. Possessed. Your. Friend! Do you get it now?"

What he just told me was unbelievable, but with everything happening to me for the past month, I had no choice but to believe it. And if life was a cartoon, my eyes would have popped right out of its sockets from the shock.

"B-but I thought-"

"That only demons were chosen a vessel to be bounded with?" he finished. I nodded.

"Well, that's actually true. Demons aren't actually allowed to possess humans, so says the ruler of hell himself, boring, I know." He drawled with a roll of his eyes, "So that's why I decided to escape hell and possess your friend in order to take revenge on my younger brother."

"Younger brother? What?"

Nothing he was telling me made any sense. Younger brother? Revenge? Ruler of hell? Potion?

"Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough." He says as he stands to give me a firm pat on the shoulder, "In the meantime, why don't you just sit there and relax while I go and bring our companies in to join us~" the mysterious demon finished as he headed out, ducking under the police tape and into the darkness of the woods.

I called out to him, asking him what he meant by 'companies', but instead of answering my question, he decided to ignore it by whistling a tune.

"Fuck!" I cussed through gritted teeth.

I was now alone, surrounded by trees that sheltered animals, some prey, others predator. And it was then that I realized how haunting the woods could really be. The sound of crickets, rustling of leaves from the bushes, the wind blowing through the trees and a few other unrecognizable sounds mixing together with everything else that the forest housed.

Compared to everything around me, I felt like a wounded prey just begging to be attacked. And the smell of blood on me was like a sign that said 'Free buffet'.

At this point, I was beginning to be more alert towards my surroundings. The slightest noise would immediately grab my attention, and I'd be hoping it wasn't some hungry animal that wanted to eat me.

Despite my earlier failures in an attempt to escape, I still haven't given up on trying though. My wrists are so sore at this point that there's no doubt that the rope has broken the layer of my skin even further.

My heart began to race with every passing second; he could come back at any moment now. "Shit! Come on already!" I hissed at myself in a desperate attempt to escape. But just like before, no luck.

I decided to take a quick breather, just then I heard a rustling sound in the forest; and it was getting closer.

It wasn't long till I could see a silhouette of something big coming my way. I thought "This is it. This is where I'm going to die. In the woods, wrapped up like a Christmas ham."

I closed my eyes and held my breath for whatever that was going to happen next. If this was really the end of the road for me, I just hope it's a quick and painless death.

"Heey~ did ya miss me?" A familiar voice spoke out.

I wish I could say I was glad, but this just meant my chance of escape had