(Jack's POV)
"Mark?" I whispered lightly.
It was as if he forgot my very own voice. It was as if he couldn't recognize himself and his name.
What was going on?
I step closer, hesitantly.
I place a cold hand upon Mark's shoulder. And strangely, he was as cold as ice itself. It was as if nothing was warm inside him any more.
As if all his fire were gone.
I stumble backward, breathless. Just as his body crumples to the ground in a frenzy. Landing in an awkward, inhumanly position. Mark's once muscular body now bone-thin. And frail.
I held my breath.
"Mark!" I called out. I was speechless.
All I could say was his name.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
I just stared in both awe, and horror as glossy shades of crimson painted the ground, staining it a light shade of red.
His eyes were nothing but soulless sockets.
I soon found that I couldn't move.
And the lost body of my friend seemed to slowly creep away. Into the black, inky abyss that clouded my peripheral vision. I couldn't turn my head to see him off.
It was currently getting hard for me to see.
Darkness welled in my eyes. Making my vision blurry, and unclear. Crawling into the whites of my eyes. - Making them black in shadows.
I could no longer see Mark.
And nobody stood around me like they once did.
The airport was no longer a place.
I was now in a place of my deepest sorrows and darkness.
My eyes shone a pitiful obsidian. My pupils reversing, changing to a bright, frosty white. And my teeth seemed to sharpen to a point.
How do I know this?
Well, a mirror seemed to move slowly towards me.
Hovering above the ground. Which, now turned to a raven black. Just like the rest of the used-to-be air port.
I was alone once more.
Within a dark room. Filled with shadows and with a lone mirror to make me watch what I have become.
A light buzzing filled my head.
I couldn't think straight.
Just like most other times when this happened.
I just couldn't help but smile.
Yet, not in happiness.
But,
In pleasure.
How fucking stupid, could I possibly be?
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Hold me tight. Love me so.
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