Eric matthews x mark hoffman

chapter 1: catching pray

3rd person pov:

Mark had been waiting for the perfect moment, The perfect moment to take his ex fbi partner captive, and He wasnt going to let Amanda go back and kill Eric, not like how she killed Adam.

but he needed to think, think about how to get Eric without Amanda knowing it was him, so he needed to plan, and he needed to do it quickly. he didnt want his new toy to get wasted just like all the others.

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Mark entered the nerve gas house and went down to where he knew Eric was...but he wasnt in the bathroom anymore, he was there, with a completely destroyed ankle fighting amanda.

'hm, he's tough...I like it'

Mark though to himself as he watched amanda kick Eric in his demolished ankle before running away like the pathetic bitch she is(srry, I dont like amanda that much :p)

Mark smirked when he saw how disheveled Eric was, it was a novelty to him; watching others suffer, then torturing them more. he loved it.

he loved it a little too much

Eric pov:

I looked over and saw someone. It was mark. I was about to tell him to fuck himself, tell him to eat bullets before noticing the needle in his hand, filled with something I couldnt quite identify, and I didnt want to know what it was.

I quickly got up, leaning on the wall for support before trying to limp away. I only got so far before I was met with an unpleasant surprise of mark driving the needle into my neck.

"f-fuck, what...what did you do to me?!"

I yell, but my words are just met with his shit-eating grin. and that was the last thing I saw before passing out.

authors note: hey, pookies, thank you for reading this absolute shit first chapter, I only edited it once, so sorry if it's not very good.(also, sorry if you're uncomfortable with being called pookie)

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