Superhero Secret - Septiplier

[3] Nightmare

Jack didn't get very much sleep that night, still haunted by the almost deathly look Mark had plastered on his face before he collasped in a heap of limbs. Praying he wouldn't have to see that look ever again, he was far from right.

The look swarmed around in his mind.

The look projected on his eyelids when he closed them.

The look followed him around. But far, far, worse,

The look was in his dream.

"Jack!" A voice called out. "Jack, why are you just standing there? Help me!" The same voice shrieked out. But all Jack did was stand. Stood while he saw the blood pour out of the cuts in his friend's face. Watched as his arm twitched, violently, as Mark struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Seán!" It finally screeched. The look was there, addition to the use of his birth name sent shivers all through Jack's body. "Help..." A loud beeping began ringing throughout his mind, making his head spin. Sweaty palms slammed onto each side of his head, attempting to block the sound out, to no avail. A wretched scream escaped Jack's throat, huddling down trying to protect himself from the horrid noise.

He suddenly jerked awake, thanking no one that there was nothing above him he would slam his head into. Jack rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, erasing the 'dream' from his sight, knowingly going to be forgotten in the next few minutes. The beeping surely didn't stop, making its obnoxious noise from below. Jack leaned over the edge of Mark's bunk to look at the alarm, when suddenly a hand shot out and slammed the screen. Jack jumped by the sudden action, but quickly collected himself to jump down from the bed. He pivoted to look at Mark, all while Mark grumbled in his sleepy state.

"No way in hell are you walking into class with a swollen eye and thousands of cuts."

"There's 8."

"Yeah, and how many fingers am I holding up?" Jack retorted, playfully, as he shot his middle finger up.

Mark squinted his one eye, soon getting the message across and sighing. "One," he replied.

"That's what I thought," Jack smirked at the brilliant joke he had picked up. His eyes wandered across Mark's face, the cuts looking more healed than yesterday. "Maybe I'll let you slide."

Mark placed his hands firmly on each side of him, scooting to the edge of the bed. "You're not the judge of that, mom."

"I rather be called 'Sam Pepper' before mom, Fischbach."

Mark lifted himself up, cracking his back. "I would rethink that, Jackaboy," He stumbled over to his dresser, pulling out a new outfit. "The more important matter, why would you let me put on the same, dirty shirt I wore when I got in a fight?"

"Well," Jack thought for a second "If I was your mum, I'd make you change. But I didn't, so that makes me your friend!" He concluded, raising his arms in victory. Mark simply rolled his eyes while pulling his shirt off.

"Um, Mark?"

"Mhm?" The blue haired boy mumbled, pulling on a clean shirt. This one was a plain blue t-shirt, a small logo for some video game on the far left of his chest.

Kinda curious how you put that shirt on when yesterday you were wincing when I yanked it off you. "Nevermind, just thinking out loud," he said, while a pathetic excuse for a chuckle came out after.

Mark seemed to shrug it off walked off into the bathroom to change out of his jeans. Jack followed suit, grabbing his own outfit, silently waiting for Mark to change.

-

"Shit, Mark. What'd you do to fuck up your face?" One of Mark's brunette friends asked.

"Some asshole thought he could fight me. Showed him what I was made of," he jokingly said, flexing his arm for effect. "But in all seriousness, I'm okay Ryan."

On cue, Ryan's right hand man strutted up next to him. His lanky form nearly towered over Ryan, but only by a few inches. His autumn hair looked like the perfect scoop of ice-cream, resting on his head. His form had a little wave to it, like he couldn't stand still.

"Hey guys! Talkin' about Mark's sexy face again?"

"Of course, Matt. When aren't we?" Ryan gave the blonde boy a small punch on the arm, but due to his skinny frame, he nearly fell over. Mark chuckled and watched as the taller man struggled to steady himself, giving Matt a chance to examine his face.

"Not so sexy. How'd you get the cuts?" he nodded his head towards Marks bandaids.

"A fight."

"With what, my cat?"

No, genious. A villian, an annoying one. Can't even shut his mouth during battle.

"Just some jerk," he said, shrugging off the topic.

"Whatever you say, blueberry," Ryan chuckled at that, which got a well deserved punch to the same arm from Mark.

"Again? Jesus guys, take it down a notch!" Matt laughed out, rubbing his upper arm. The rest of the group laughed along with him, holding on to their stomachs, completely unaware of what Jack was doing at the moment.