(A/N) This is suppose to be the chapter before Gone, but I think it got messed up, so sorry if it's flip flopped :p
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Pure quietly walked through the halls, careful not to step on anything. The determination that filled her pushed through her fear of walking these halls alone with that THING out here, looking for her, for them. Instead, she held on to the memory of her and Mark walking through these corridors. How he almost kissed her. She ignores the shiver of excitement that ran down her spine and continues on.
She suddenly pauses, listening intently. Was that someone whimpering? Her eyes trailed around the hall till they fell on a vent. She wasted no time crawling into it and wiggling herself forward. She pauses right before entering another room. There was definitely breathing. She peeks her head in and feels her heart jump in her chest.
Mark lays on the floor, scratched up and bleeding, but still alive, just unconscious. After another look around the room, she crawls out and over to him. His stomach had quite a few slashes across it, his shirt in shreds. Pure's eyes trail to his face as she assesses his head. Nothing life threatening. Well, as far as she could tell while Mark was unconscious. Then again, she's not a doctor.
Unlocking the door in the empty, pitch black room, she tries to pick Mark up to get him out. And immediately fails to even get him off the ground. She curses her weak arms as she eyes his wounds. If she drags him will it hurt him? She guesses some pain for him is better than being dead.
Wrapping her hands around his veiny, muscular forearms, she starts pulling him back towards the office. Then she immediately stopped in her tracks. If she goes back to the office she's at danger of Spring Trap being there or coming there while she's trying to help Mark. She changes course and brings him back to the room. Pure realizes how pointless it was to drag him through the halls anyway. Her best bet is to wrap his wounds up now and try to wake him.
Taking pieces from his already-torn-up shirt, she starting wrapping the wounds on his stomach and chest. Blood soaked into it slowly, hopefully this will prevent him from bleeding out or getting those scrapes infected. She jumps as he groans in pain, eyes flashing up to his face where dark brown eyes stared tiredly at her. "Pure?"
"Mark, are you alright?" She asks quietly.
He nods and tries to sit up, "Yeah, where are Felix and Anthony?"
"I don't know, I've been looking for them, for all three of you. You're the only one I've found so far. What happened?"
He brings a hand to his forehead, closing his eyes, "I'm not sure...we were playing that game when all of a sudden Felix was gone. We saw a flash of black and then I was knocked out or something." He shakes his head, "Now my noggin hurts and everything feels really loud."
"You can feel sound now? Are you sure you aren't just high?" Pure teases, trying to lighten the mood a little. It works.
Mark laughs slightly, "Who knows what I was breathing in while unconscious." He says with a shrug.
Pure giggles and stands, helping Mark up in the process. "It's easier with you awake, I don't have to figure out a way to carry you around now." He leans against her.
"We need to find the other. It can't just be you and me here. They can't be dead." Mark says quietly.
"I know," Pure says, stepping into the hall and looking forward, searching for any sign of life with her eyes, "I know."
