"I SAID I'M FINE MARK!"

"NO YOU'RE NOT, THAT'S WHY THEY'RE ALL WORRIED!"

Mark looked into Jack's pain-filled eyes while tears filling his own. He grabbed Jack's shirt collar and slammed him into the wall.

"YOU. ARE. NOT. FINE!" Mark growled, his eyes dark and almost sinister.

Jack whimpered, breath escaping him. He was suddenly lowered, and Mark started to cry. He fell to his knees and put his face in his hands. Sob after sob Mark's body shook.

"Wow, you're makin' me cry too Mark." Jack said in between small sniffles.

"I-It's just.....I feel like I've failed...." Mark blubbered, his soft brown eyes bloodshot.

"You haven't Mark.....I have..." Jack said reassuringly. He hung his head, his lime green hair covering his face.

"Oh Jack...." Mark saw Jack's expression then suddenly change to a smirk.

"It's not Jack. It's Anti now." Anti dove at Mark, clawing at his face and tearing flesh. Blood poured from Mark's gashes.

Mark felt something claw at him, and realized Anti's claw-like fingers had been stabbed into his throat.

"Goodbye."

"URK! Ugh.....h....h....h....."