((Sorry it's been a while, writers block has been terrible.))

"Mark what the hell are you planning to do?"

Felix questions, following after the red haired man who wouldn't hold still for one second. Since he'd gotten the text from Anti, his nerves had increased tenfold. Of course the first thing he was going to do was go to the address, despite both Felix and Ken warning him not to.

"I don't know... Maybe I can reason with him..."

The red haired man murmurs half-heartedly, barely acknowledging the Swede that followed him, until he was stopped at the door by the blonde.

"Mark, at least take some sort of self-defense... a knife, or gun, I don't know something."

The blonde begs quietly, ignoring the glare Mark shot him.

"It's still Sean... I'm not hurting him... I'm just going to talk."

Felix sighs and shakes his head, opening his mouth to speak, but stops as Ken speaks up from behind.

"Mark... I don't want Sean hurt either... but from what I know about Dark... He doesn't seem like much of a conversationalist..."

The black haired man states simply, reaching up and putting a hand on Mark's shoulder, gently, but firm enough that he wouldn't move.

"I don't fucking care!"

Mark snaps, voice raising at the two as he shoved Ken's hand off.

"I'm not hurting Sean, whether Dark is controlling him or not!"

The pure anger in his voice makes Felix flinch slightly from in front of him, and Ken to tense up a bit. He sighs and relaxes himself, instinctively running a hand messily through his dyed red hair.

"Look, I just need to reach out to Sean... Get him to take control. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

He huffs, simply pushing the Swede out of the way and marching out of the door, ignoring the two calling after him. He climbs into his car and speeds off before either can stop him.

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

The green haired man sucks in a breath, annoyance shining in his piercing red eyes, as he runs a hand through his green hair roughly, pulling a few strands out as he does so.

"Anti give it up... You're only making it worse for yourself..."

Dark growls softly as Anti continued trying to take control, only managing to make himself weaker. He releases a small sigh of relief sitting up straighter as Anti stops, wearing himself down to the point he could do barely anything.

"Good boy..."

Dark smirks, feeling the anger in his head as he utters those words. Anti yelled at him, a string of very creative curses. However Jack stayed strangely silent, wallowing in his own sadness. It was pitiful.

"Now now... behave yourself Anti... We have company..."

The man speaks again, his mouth twisting into a harsh smile as he stands, hand reaching to the side of him where a switchblade sat on the bed. Not having time to grab a gun of sorts, this would have to do. Not that Dark was complaining, he always liked a challenge.

Not a minute after Dark stood the door swung open, the red haired man stood in the doorway. It was strange to Dark, looking at Mark from this body, he was slightly shorter than the other half of himself, and frankly it pissed him off, though he didn't show it, keeping his sickening grin up, and twirling the small blade in his hand.

"Mark... For a while I thought you wouldn't show..."

Dark teases, his voice deeper than Sean's normally would be, and the accent hardly there. Mark's brown eyes soften as he looks at the body, the messy green hair, pale skin, small figure, if it weren't for those eyes. Those blood red eyes.

"Dark... We need to talk..."

Mark responds simply, his voice strangely calm. Dark tilts his small head, the green hair falling messily over his forehead as he raises an eyebrow.

"Of course, let's talk Markimoo."

He teases, stepping forward slightly, and silently laughing as Mark instinctively takes a step back, brown eyes examining the blade worriedly.

"Let Sean go..."

Mark demands simply, trying to make his voice strong, but words only coming out as a soft plea. Dark grins, letting his sharpened teeth show fully as he takes another step forward, this time Mark stands his ground.

"Why on earth would I do that? We're having so much fun."

Dark questions mockingly, stepping forward once again so he stood face to face with the slightly taller red haired man, examining every inch of his tan face, watching the fear dance in his chocolate brown eyes. Mark hesitates, taking in a small breath before speaking his next sentence

"Take me instead...."

The green haired man's red eyes light up with a bit of surprise before they narrow curiously. His mouth curls into a sharp smile once more as Jack screams in his head, begging Mark to just leave him.

"Seriously? What is it with you two, always wanting to give something up for your friends, for each other...?"

He growls softly. Mark narrows his eyes at his harsh tone, before he can reply Dark shoves him against the closest wall, despite his smaller body he was strong. His forearm presses against Mark's throat, just barely letting air through, while his red eye pierce into him.

"You're always trying to act like the hero... Always wanting to save somebody...."

Dark snarls, the venom that dripped from his tone, making Mark nearly shrink back from him. The red haired man narrows his eyes, silently questioning the man.

"It pisses me off..."

He hisses in response to Mark's silent question. Mark gulps silently, forcing himself to speak again, though it came out as a weak whimper.

"Please... Take me instead..."

He begs quietly. Dark looks him up and down, red eyes intensely watching each of his small movements. His free hand continues twirling the small pocket knife as he genuinely thinks on the idea. Looking like he'd actually take the offer, until that sick smile curves onto his pale face once more, red eyes dancing with dangerous mischief.

"See I'm not normally sentimental... But I do remember all the good times we had..."

He explains simply, Mark opens his mouth to respond but is cut off as Dark continues.

"But... It's a lot more fun to listen to Sean scream... Listen to him beg for me to leave you alone."

He continues, with a happy growl, his arm moving downward slightly so it exposed Mark's throat. He lifts the switchblade up, pressing the cold metal against his tan flesh. Mark didn't dare breathe.

"He can feel everything I do... I want him to feel the blood drip down his arms, I want him to watch as you bleed out, slowly, painfully... I want to hear him sob for you Mark... Do you know why?"

Dark questions quietly, the calmness of his voice chilling. Mark dares gulp, and without thinking speaks up.

"B-Because you're a sociopath...?"

He stutters out, shutting his mouth as the blade pressed further into his throat, drawing a small bit of blood. Dark's mouth curves into a grin, contradicting the anger in his eyes.

"Exactly..."

He hisses quietly, voice dripping with malice. He presses the knife further, but stops as Mark clenched his eyes shut, a growl escaping him.

"Stop..."

Dark growls angrily, clearly not talking to Mark.

"Stop!"

He roars painfully, hand releasing the knife so it fell to the floor. He steps back from Mark, clutching his head tightly, looking as though he were about to tug the green hair from his head as he growls, muttering incoherently to whoever was trying to take control.

Mark freezes, before gaining his senses and bending to pick up the switchblade, hesitant with it. His brown eyes move over to the green haired man, who had fallen to his knees, clutching his head with both hands, writhing from a noise unheard by Mark.

The red haired man carefully approaches, brown eyes studying his movements. Mark watches as one of his hands drop from his head, the arm slowly twisting until it sat in an unnatural position clearly broken, and the lower part of his leg soon twists as well, a sickening crack echoing from it. Mark winces hearing it, but sucks in a breath as the man's head slowly raises.

The green haired man's eyes, slowly faded from the deep crimson, to an ocean blues, brimmed with tears, and filled with pain.

"S-Sean..."

Mark stutters softly, hand tightening around the blade he still held as red slowly invaded the blue, threatening to take over.

"M-Mark... I-I can't..."

He groans softly, the obvious pain in his arm and leg, not bothering him at the moment. Dark pounded at his skull, screaming, pushing to regain control.

"D-Do it..."

Jack begs quietly, each word a struggle to form. Mark narrows his eyes, unsure of what he meant, until he watched the man's ocean blue eyes move to the knife. Realization hits him, Jack wanted Mark to kill him.

The red haired man opens his mouth to say he can't, but no words come out as those blue eyes meet his. Pleading, begging, the pain dancing in those eyes, making Mark close his mouth again, hand squeezing the switchblade tightly as he thought on it. Maybe it was for the best.

A minute or so passes before Mark finally shakes his head, the blade falling from his hand in front of the Irish man, who looks at him shocked, blue eyes pleading still.

"I'm sorry Sean... I can't..."

The shock in his eyes soon turns to sympathy, as he looks up at Mark, letting a small, sad smile curl onto his pale face, despite the pain that rang through his skull.

Mark looks at him, his blue eyes a silent apology. Before the red haired man can react Jack reaches down, grabbing the knife and quickly bringing it to his pale throat. Before Mark can stop him, the blade drags across, red staining his pale skin.

"Sean!"

Mark calls out, quickly bending down and catching Jack before his head hits the floor. The red haired man can't stop it as a few panicked tears fall from his eyes, he ignores them and quickly tears a large section from his shirt, pressing it to the smaller man's bloodied neck.

He tries to stop the bleeding, but the blood continues to gush out, staining everything red. Jack gurgles, struggling to take a breath as his eyes change colors, red, to green, to blue and back again. Each set of eyes panicked.

Those eyes stop on blue as light slowly fades from them, and Jack can feel his life slipping away. He looks up, he can see Mark's lips moving, but hears nothing, only muffled sounds around him.

He could hear multiple voices, sirens, and could feel the panic around him.

He looks up once more and this time hears Mark's gentle voice, sadness lacing his deep tone.

"Don't leave me, Sean."

Then everything went black.