Nightmares... 'Markimash'

10

It was a slowed and pained journey back to Ireland. Jordan carried the amulet, which was now pitch black with the creature's spirit, Mark carried Chilled and Yami, while Ken carried Adam's body, and Minx carried Jack. Felix and Krism were awaiting their return, and had been untouched by the demon during their battles, luckily.

"Adam can be put in the basement... Aaron and Anthony can go into the bedrooms. I have more healing potions in the basement. After I get one, I'll ring up Daithi and see where he is. Minx, you look like shit. Let me grab some more bottles, I didn't realized how hurt the lot of you were."

As the injured and deceased were placed in the respected rooms, Minx, Cry, and Jordan sat on the couches, exhausted after the battle. Minx was the worst off, as it became evident that several bones had been broken when the creature had flung her around. As Mark joined them by collapsing onto the only empty seat, Jack came back up the stairs with several bottles of the same purple liquid in his arms. 

"Jeez, it really did a number on you lot... Drink until you feel better, alright?"

"Where's Ken?"

"He refuses to leave Adam's side... It's sweet, really."

Dropping off a few bottles, Jack left them to attend to the others, who were still unconscious from the days of torture. Cry denied a bottle, but Jordan, Mark, and Minx accepted one each gratefully. 

"Mm! This is actually really refreshing! It almost has a minty flavor.."

"Yeah, and I can actually feel my body mending. This is amazing."

"Hey Ryan, why didn't you want some?"

"Because I didn't get hurt. Every time it attacked me I melted into the shadows. I feel like a coward..."

"Hey now, don't beat yourself up. There wasn't much any one of us could do. The beast was way too powerful, and we were lucky to have Sean's amulet. I'd say I'm glad you didn't get hurt, our situation is as bad as it needs to be right now..."

The room fell silent as the trio of injured healed, the sound of the wind gently whistling muffled by the windows. Jack returned to the living room briefly, before heading straight to the kitchen, not even glancing at the group, his mind bustling. Krism and Cry got up and followed close behind the Irishman, who was getting flustered at this point as he tried to do too many things at once.

"I can make you guys a snack or something, maybe some tea..."

"Hey man, you almost died. Call Daithi, we'll take care food and drinks, alright?"

"I... Thanks... Everything is just happening so fast, my mind can hardly keep up...."

Jack left the pair in the kitchen, heading straight into his basement. Sitting down at his computer, Jack quickly pulled up skype, messaging Daithi, hoping for a quick reply. Tapping his foot impatiently, Jack began to cough violently again, and as he covered his mouth with a tissue, he groaned as he saw the dark blood splattered on it. He was running out of time. Just then skype rang, startling the Irishman. He quickly picked up, Daithi's smiling face filling the screen in an instant.