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Part Seven

It had been long. Tiring. But as the raven haired man sat down in the moving truck, Mark next to him behind the steering wheel, he felt a little relieved. While he had spent the better half of a decade in the old office, he was looking forward to the future. He pulled his seatbelt across himself and looked out of the window. This was strange. Leaving everything behind, selling things on to the fans, and of course - he couldn't forget what had been happening to him over the past couple of weeks.
"You look sad." Marks voice cut into his thoughts as the truck pulled away. The raven haired man looked out of the window back at the building they had all called their home for so many years.
"I'm glad this is all over to be honest, this moving buildings thing has been very tiring." He let himself smile.
"We'll settle in quick enough, it's a really nice building as well." The bearded man smiled.
Lewis thought back to the other day, when everyone had been so relieved he had turned up again. He managed to escape having to explain everything, to be fair it did seem as though he was just as shocked and confused as everyone else. He was also confused over the past couple of days, it appeared as though Dark had decided to leave him - for the most part - alone so that he could help the others move the building. He had been trying to help out as much as he could, but with the immanent threat of Dark and his... 'henchmen', it had been somewhat difficult.
"So, need help setting up when we get there?" Mark asked, attempting to keep conversation going.
"Yeah, sounds good." Lewis smiled. "What happened to the whole Jalopy thing with Hat Films?"
"Well, we did a few videos but after a while it occurred to us just how insane it was to move the ENTIRE office to a different building in the back of a terrible run-down car. We will still be trying to do videos with it though." Mark nodded. "Hey, it's a half hour drive, wanna grab some food on the way?"
"Sure."
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About half way through the journey they pulled in at a McDonalds. They discussed getting the drive-thru but Mark really needed to pee and apparently couldn't hold it in. So Lewis sat in the car and Mark went inside to use the bathroom and then order the food. Lewis hoped in that order. He sat there in the truck, chuckled to himself about feeling like a real truck driver, waiting in a McDonald's car park in a massive moving lorry, finally thankful of a break from the bullshit Dark had been putting him through. Just as he was relaxing in his seat, checking twitter, a message pinged.
The pop-up came up of a text and he clicked on it.

Dark - Enjoyed your vacation?

Re-reading it again he internally cursed himself for jinxing it.

Lewis - Well, I was. Didn't know I'd used up all of my holiday days?

Dark - Haven't you learnt by now that humour will get you nowhere?

Lewis - Oh god... emoji's...

Dark - Clearly someone's forgotten how harsh I can be...

Lewis - Fine, what do you want Dark?

Dark - Just thought I'd let you know, I appreciate you not telling your friends. I was in a bad mood and it cheered me up to see you go through that and them worry about you at the same time.

Lewis stared at the message, swallowing a dry lump in his throat.

Lewis - Is that all?

Dark - Well, that and it's good for your own sake that you didn't tell them. And for theirs. So keep up the good work!

Lewis - So chipper for an evil cunt.

Suddenly there were no move replies, the raven haired man locked his phone and unlocked it, incase it was being slow again. No response. Deciding to let it go, he placed the phone back into his pocket but still stared forward. It was never a good thing when Dark stopped talking, and as much as he wanted to forget about the conversation, he couldn't remove the hint of worry that lingered in his mind.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice the truck slowly crawling backwards, until he heard a small shout. Looking up, he spotted Mark at the door, before the clutch fell completely and the truck rolled back, fast. The wing mirror hit Mark round the head and he fell to the floor, and as the raven man attempted to open the door, he fount he was locked in.
The truck had picked up speed, fast. It was only a few seconds of him attempting to pull the hand break back and stop the car before the truck hit the trees behind him.
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He woke. Smoke. It surrounded the truck. He couldn't see through the windows. He let his head roll forward, ringing in his ears and his vision blurry, almost lagging as he looked around. And as he watched the CD deck sparking and through the smoke, a small fire on the bonnet, his phone pinged one again.
He painfully pulled it out of his pocket, a huge crack across the screen. His arm was bleeding and he saw some drops of blood fall from him head, and it hurt to so much as move.

Dark - I told you not to make jokes.

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Part Seven

It had been long. Tiring. But as the raven haired man sat down in the moving truck, Mark next to him behind the steering wheel, he felt a little relieved. While he had spent the better half of a decade in the old office, he was looking forward to the future. He pulled his seatbelt across himself and looked out of the window. This was strange. Leaving everything behind, selling things on to the fans, and of course - he couldn't forget what had been happening to him over the past couple of weeks.
"You look sad." Marks voice cut into his thoughts as the truck pulled away. The raven haired man looked out of the window back at the building they had all called their home for so many years.
"I'm glad this is all over to be honest, this moving buildings thing has been very tiring." He let himself smile.
"We'll settle in quick enough, it's a really nice building as well." The bearded man smiled.
Lewis thought back to the other day, when everyone had been so relieved he had turned up again. He managed to escape having to explain everything, to be fair it did seem as though he was just as shocked and confused as everyone else. He was also confused over the past couple of days, it appeared as though Dark had decided to leave him - for the most part - alone so that he could help the others move the building. He had been trying to help out as much as he could, but with the immanent threat of Dark and his... 'henchmen', it had been somewhat difficult.
"So, need help setting up when we get there?" Mark asked, attempting to keep conversation going.
"Yeah, sounds good." Lewis smiled. "What happened to the whole Jalopy thing with Hat Films?"
"Well, we did a few videos but after a while it occurred to us just how insane it was to move the ENTIRE office to a different building in the back of a terrible run-down car. We will still be trying to do videos with it though." Mark nodded. "Hey, it's a half hour drive, wanna grab some food on the way?"
"Sure."
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About half way through the journey they pulled in at a McDonalds. They discussed getting the drive-thru but Mark really needed to pee and apparently couldn't hold it in. So Lewis sat in the car and Mark went inside to use the bathroom and then order the food. Lewis hoped in that order. He sat there in the truck, chuckled to himself about feeling like a real truck driver, waiting in a McDonald's car park in a massive moving lorry, finally thankful of a break from the bullshit Dark had been putting him through. Just as he was relaxing in his seat, checking twitter, a message pinged.
The pop-up came up of a text and he clicked on it.

Dark - Enjoyed your vacation?

Re-reading it again he internally cursed himself for jinxing it.

Lewis - Well, I was. Didn't know I'd used up all of my holiday days?

Dark - Haven't you learnt by now that humour will get you nowhere?

Lewis - Oh god... emoji's...

Dark - Clearly someone's forgotten how harsh I can be...

Lewis - Fine, what do you want Dark?

Dark - Just thought I'd let you know, I appreciate you not telling your friends. I was in a bad mood and it cheered me up to see you go through that and them worry about you at the same time.

Lewis stared at the message, swallowing a dry lump in his throat.

Lewis - Is that all?

Dark - Well, that and it's good for your own sake that you didn't tell them. And for theirs. So keep up the good work!

Lewis - So chipper for an evil cunt.

Suddenly there were no move replies, the raven haired man locked his phone and unlocked it, incase it was being slow again. No response. Deciding to let it go, he placed the phone back into his pocket but still stared forward. It was never a good thing when Dark stopped talking, and as much as he wanted to forget about the conversation, he couldn't remove the hint of worry that lingered in his mind.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice the truck slowly crawling backwards, until he heard a small shout. Looking up, he spotted Mark at the door, before the clutch fell completely and the truck rolled back, fast. The wing mirror hit Mark round the head and he fell to the floor, and as the raven man attempted to open the door, he fount he was locked in.
The truck had picked up speed, fast. It was only a few seconds of him attempting to pull the hand break back and stop the car before the truck hit the trees behind him.
------------
He woke. Smoke. It surrounded the truck. He couldn't see through the windows. He let his head roll forward, ringing in his ears and his vision blurry, almost lagging as he looked around. And as he watched the CD deck sparking and through the smoke, a small fire on the bonnet, his phone pinged one again.
He painfully pulled it out of his pocket, a huge crack across the screen. His arm was bleeding and he saw some drops of blood fall from him head, and it hurt to so much as move.

Dark - I told you not to make jokes.