((Hey guys sorry it's been a couple days. Writers block has been a bitch... ))

A large wolf stands alone, in the middle of a trail. It's fur a dark black, and it's mouth dripping with red. Two bodies lay by its paws, barely recognizable by now, mangled and destroyed.

The wolf seems to grin as it's chocolate brown eyes scan the scene, it's eyes looking almost human. His black ears twitch as a twig snaps behind him, and he quickly turns, tensing up but relaxing as he looks up into a pair of ocean blue eyes.

Jack stands, looking at the scene, his face blank of emotion. He releases a sigh and walks forward, stepping over the mangled bodies like it was nothing, and reaches out a hand, hesitantly letting his fingers brush the wolf's soft fur.

"Come on Mark... Let's go get you cleaned up."

The Irish man speaks calmingly. The black wolf looks up at him brown eyes gentle before it pulls away from the green haired man. It's bones move underneath it's skin, and barely a minute later a man stands up, just barely taller than Jack.

Mark's clothing was torn, bloodied, and red splattered his face, the color just slighlty darker than his dyed hair. His breathing was quick and uneven as he looks at the green haired man, a small hint of guilt shining in his chocolate colored eyes as he avoids looking at the bodies that lay just by his feet.

He nods lets Jack grab his hand gently, leading him through the mass of trees, leading him to the campsite once more.

A few people glance at him as he walks by, some smiling slightly at the sight of blood, others just not caring. They walk by the blonde girl, Amy, and she shoots a smirk at the bloodied man.

"Don't kill, huh?"

She snickers. Jack shoots a glare at her, though she ignores him, watching as Mark's eyes dropped. He continues following Jack, who leads him into the same cabin, one he'd been staying in for the past few days.

The Irish man gestures for Mark to sit on the bed, and Mark does as he is told, not uttering a word, hardly listening when Jack began to speak.

"Mark?...Mark!?"

The green haired man snaps Mark out of his daze. The red haired man looks up, blinking the last of his thoughts away. Jack looked at him worriedly.

"Hey you okay? I lost you there for a second."

The Irish man questions, narrowing his blue eyes as he walked to the bed once again, holding a set of fresh clothing and a towel, handing the pile to Mark who looked at him, blinking a few more times before responding.

"Yah... Fine... Fine..."

He mutters in response, standing from the bed and stripping his torn, blood stained shirt off.

A few minutes later Mark was cleaned up, it didn't look like anything had happened. A pair of simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his torso nicely. He runs a hand through his disheveled red hair and sits back on the bed, Jack sitting beside him worry shining in his blue eyes.

"No you're not fine..."

Jack responds quietly, resisting the urge to reach over and grab the man's hand that sat in his lap. Mark looks at him, narrowing his chocolate colored eyes in question. Jack sighs and runs a hand through his dyed green hair, blue eyes wandering the room.

"Mark, you just killed two innocent people... That isn't something the old Mark would do..."

"Well i'm not the old Mark..."

The red haired man growls in return, before softening his tone with a sigh, fiddling with his hands in his lap.

"Look Sean... Why bother fighting it? All I do is hurt people... I drive everyone away..."

Mark explains softly, subconsciously picking at the hem of his black shirt. Jack sucks in a small breath and reaches over, grabbing the man's hand gently, running his thumb along the knuckles calmingly.

"You haven't driven me away... I'm still here... I always will be."

Jack tries to comfort him quietly, squeezing his hand softly. Mark hesitates, brown eyes lingering on their intertwined hands before he pulls his away, ignoring the hurt that entered Jack's baby blue eyes.

"Then again... You're the one who did this to me... made me the monster."

The red haired man murmurs quietly. Jack watches him, throat tightening as he feels his eyes wet with salty tears, those words feeling like a knife to the chest.

"M-Mark... I thought-"

"Forget it..."

Mark mutters standing from the bed and walking out without so much as another glance. Jack watches the door, a part of him hoping Mark would run back in, apologize, but of course as minutes pass it stays quiet.

He sucks in a shaky breath, pulling pieces of lint off his shirt as tears continue to sting his eyes, vision blurring, though he holds them back, Mark's voice playing on repeat in his head.

You're the one who did this to me...