Digital Nightmare Ch. 23Leila's POV...“I glanced at Mark once again, almost relieved that he seemed to show signs of weariness and fatigue similar to that of what I felt. Over the past few hours, we had encountered an incredible amount of creatures from what could only be one's worst nightmares. My hair had long since gotten undone, and I now wore it loose. My dress had been torn numerous times in multiple places, and I had already lost parts of different fingers on my gloves. Mark on the other hand, seemed to have his outfit mostly intact; although there were a few scuff marks and tears on his sleeves and pants. He had removed his jacket long ago, and one of his sleeves was torn so it reached just above his elbow. He lost his cane somewhere in the kitchen, but I don't think he's missing it very much. I also noticed when he removed his hat that his hair was ruined and seemed to spike up to the front for some reason.As far as memories go, neither of us could re
Digital Nightmare Ch. 22Leila's POV...I stared warily at Mark, trying to analyze every detail about him. My letter had told me Mark had an “Evil Twin”, but how was I to know whether the Mark I was with was the good one or the bad one? I supposed the fact that he had the letters was a good sign he was the good one, unless the bad one took them from him before we entered the castle. But then, would we have still entered? What would “Creepyplier” do if it was in fact him here? Was the real Mark trapped somewhere else? It hurt my head to think of every possibility and chance about our current situation. I resolved to remain cautious, but otherwise trusting of the man before me; after all, what choice did I have?“You alright there?” Mark asked, breaking the awkward silence. I looked up to see him glancing back at me, still holding the torch although it was getting dimmer by the second. “You haven't said much since we started walking.”“Just thinking, I guess.