((Hey guys sorry this is so late today, I got a bit busy, but here it is :) ))

Mark soon walks from the kitchen, his movements slow and unprecise. As he walks through the living room Felix stands from the couch, while Ken just watches, worry clear in his calm brown eyes.

"Mark-"

"Don't...."

The red haired man responds, looking at the blonde with tired eyes, his eyes red and puffy as though he'd been crying. Felix looks as though he wants to say something but releases a silent sigh and turns back, sitting next to the black haired man once more.

Mark walks upstairs sluggishly, shoving a hair through his tangled mess of red hair as he slowly made his way up, one step at a time.

His feet dragged along the carpet, each step exhausting his legs. He felt completely worn, all the worry that plagued him drained his energy quickly, so much so that all he wanted to do was sleep. However he couldn't, not when he didn't know if Jack would be okay.

A part of him kept saying to stay calm, Jack was strong. However, that little voice kept popping up.

What if he isn't strong enough?

Mark sighs for what felt like the hundredth time that day and walks to the bedroom, opening the door, and instantly feeling the temperature had dropped.

A shiver runs down his spine and dread instantly twists at his gut, a wave of nausea hitting him as his brown eyes scan the room.

Jack was gone...

Mark walks forward, stopping at the bed and throwing back the already rumpled sheets, as though he expected to see the Irish man underneath them, but of course he didn't.

Slightly panicked his brown eyes roam the room, until landing on the window, it was open wide, the curtains billowing in the slight breeze. Mark walks over to it on shaky legs, his knees threatening to go out as he looks out of it, another shiver running down his spine as the slighlty chilly breeze washes over him.

The bedroom was on the second story, however it wasn't impossible to get down. In fact it was pretty easy if you were skilled enough. Mark sucks in a few breaths as his throat tighens, the room spinning around him slightly as his legs finally give out beneath him.

He clutches at the windowsill as he crumples to the ground, terrible thoughts racing through his mind. Most of them including Jack... What if he was dead.

The red haired man takes in a few shaky breaths, trying to calm himself but nothing works as the world seems to crumble beneath him.

"Mark?"

A voice speaks behind him, a Swedish accent lacing it. Though the voice sounds so far away, Mark didn't feel like his body belonged to himself anymore, everything was slowly falling apart.

He looks up as Felix kneels down, looking at him with clear concern. His lips move but Mark doesn't hear a thing, the pounding in his head drowned everything out. His breaths moved quick, chest rising and falling painfully fast. The world continues to spin as everything slowly fades, and unconciousness threatens to overtake him.

About an hour passes before Mark had calmed down, he sat on the empty bed and focused on his breathing as Felix had told him to do. He felt his heart rate slow, though his worry never faded.

"Now just tell me what happened... Where's Jack?"

Felix questions the red haired man once he'd managed to calm down, at least for the time being. Mark opens his mouth to speak but his mouth dries, and no words come out. He sucks in a breath, focusing all his attention on forming the words.

"H-He's gone..."

~~~~~~~Somewhere across town~~~~~~~~

The green haired man rolls his neck as his hands gripped the steering wheel. Foot pressed against the gas so his black Ford Taurus sped down the empty road at about ten miles over the speed limit.

His red eyes focus intently on the road ahead of him, ignoring the voice that kept screaming in his head. Jack had not shut up since Dark took control, at first it was begging for him to let him out, that soon turned to pure anger, cussing the man out despite how many times he told him to shut up.

Although Dark had to admit, he had strung together some colorful insults, that nearly made him smile.

As angry as Jack sounded, Dark could feel the sadness that he truly felt. Dark had forced him to leave a pretty broken Mark behind, without so much as a warning. But the man felt no guilt, no pity. Only joy, this was the happiest he'd been in awhile.

Thankfully at least Anti had kept quiet, Dark wasn't sure why, but frankly at the moment he didn't care.

A few minutes pass before Jack goes silent, giving up on the screaming at the moment. Dark releases a soft sigh of relief, enjoying the silence as he continued to drive, he didn't know where he was going, as long as it was away from Mark. Because knowing him, he'd do anything to help Sean, anything.

LET ME OUT!!!

Jack suddenly screams in his head, the surprise making Dark nearly swerve off of the road. Taking control of the car once again a growl escapes him as his crimson eyes glow with rage.

"If you don't shut up I swear I will come in there!"

Dark screams, pure rage leaking from his voice as his hands grip the wheel tighter, pale knuckles turning even whiter.

Jack ignores him, continuing to scream before Dark finally snarls, quickly making an illegal u-turn and going the other direction. The Irish man in his head asks what he's doing, but Dark ignores him, clenching his teeth as he sped the car up even more.

Finally he pulls into a motel parking lot, parking the car and quickly walking inside, soon renting a room.

Once inside he almost instantly lays on the bed, tossing his keys on the bedside table as he closed his eyes.

"You're in for it now you Irish bastard..."

He mutters angrily before his body goes limp.

Inside the dark space of Jack's mind he can finally see the Irish man. Jack was still beaten and bruised but his blue eyes shone with pure fury as he glared up at the taller man, who walked forward with a snarl.

"You can't do this! It's my body!"

Jack yells defiantly, hands clenched at his sides. Dark forces his mouth to curve into a small smirk. He found it hillarious when this smaller man tried to stand up to him.

"Oh really? And tell me, what are you going to do about it?"

Dark retorts smugly. Jack growls, wanting to smack that smug grin off his face. He opens his mouth to respond, but he truly didn't know. His silence only makes Dark smile more.

"That's what I thought... You're too weak to do anything, how you managed to beat Anti truly confuses me..."

The red eyed man speaks again as Jack remained silent. The Irish man's hands clench at his sides once more, nails digging into his pale palms roughly.

Then he does something that surprised even himself. His fist moves upward colliding with Dark's jaw. The red haired man goes silent after that hit, red eyes intruiged. Of course Anti had no problem with such an action, but Jack was always to afraid to do anything.

Once the initial surprise had passed, his red eyes instantly alight with rage, and he glares into the smaller man's widened blue eyes, which filled with fear once more.

Dark snarls reaching forward and grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward so their noses nearly brushed.

"You're going to get it now you little shit..."

~~~~~~~~At Mark's House~~~~~~~~

Mark paces his room once more, all exhaustion had left him, replaced with pure adrenaline. Felix asked him questions about what happened, trying to gather as much information as possible, but had soon given up as Mark didn't answer any of them, lost in his thoughts for the most part.

Ken had remained silent, the shock of the situation still bearing down on him.

"Maybe you should try calling him? We could try and find out where he is."

Felix suggests, making Mark stop in his tracks, brown eyes widening. Why hadn't he thought of that.

Of course as he picked up his phone he worried. Who would answer the phone? Jack? Anti? Or Dark? The latter seemed like the likelier option, however Mark tried to not think about that as he goes to his contacts, clicking on the one labeled 'Jackaboy'.

~~~~~~~~At The Motel~~~~~~~~

The green haired man sits up slowly from the bed, stretching his back as his crimson eyes move to the noise that had woken him. His phone rang with a gentle noise from his pocket, he picks it up swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

Jack had not said a word since his last confrontation with Dark. Dark had certainly enjoyed roughing up the smaller Irish man, it made him feel powerful, in control.

A smile spread across his face as he felt Sean's sadness once he read the phone's screen.

Markimoo

The man shoves a hand through his bright green hair, a sick smile spreading across his face as he clicks the 'accept' button putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

He speaks in almost a sing song type of voice. He can hear Mark's voice hitch as he hears the voice. Of course it still had Jack's Irish accent, however it was deeper, a dark undertone hidden underneath each word.

"Dark...?"

Mark finally manages to respond, his voice cracking slighlty as he spoke. Dark grins, his smile merely growing as Jack screamed in his head once again, his voice hoarse and breaking with each word.

Mark! Help me, please!

"What'd you do with Sean...?"

Mark finally asks, voice dripping with concern.

"He's still here... Begging you for help... It's quite pitiful actually."

Dark responds, enjoying the sound of Mark's breath hitching once more.

"Can I talk to him... please..."

The red haired man on the other end of the phone asks pleadingly. Of course he could yell at Dark, scream at him, but what good would that do, he was in control and he knew it.

"I would... But I don't want to."

Dark chuckles simply, grinning sharply when Jack screamed even louder.

"Dark-"

Mark begins, but is cut off as Dark speaks again, the Irish accent of his voice thickening slightly and the tone growing darker.

"You should forget about him Mark... I'm here now."