Killer Gets A Lover

A Game of Tag and A Broken Heart

Mark's POV

5...4...3...2...1... "Run my little rat! Run" I chased my victim. Huh.. Lost her. "Oh Maaaaariiiii! Come out, come out where ever you are!" For a victim, she sure can run fast. I saw her, resting on a tree. 'Oh this is gonna be fun!' I thought to myself. I slowly snuck up to her. Pulling out both knives, and stabbed both legs. "Tag, you're dead. Any last words, sweetie?" The fact that I called her sweetie made the color of her eyes drain. I asked as I tightened my grips on the knives. "See you in hell!" She spat in my face. "Oh really? Well, save me a seat then." With that last remark and a smile on my face, I slit her throat. Blood spewed out. Her hands started to lose it's grip on my arms. I took my knives out of her legs and dragged her body to a grave. I soaked her body in gasoline and threw a lighted match in. A beautiful sight, I might add. At this rate, I  might as well be Dark, or worse. I don't know, I'll ask him later. Once the flame died down and the body was barely distinguishable. I covered the grave up and took her ring. Some little trinkets to remind me of how many kills I have. I washed up and recorded some videos. A little thing that keeps me from murder sprees. Beep...beep...beep...beep... Skype, I look to see who's calling. Jack, had a crush on him since the first time we did a collab. I rush to answer, I saw Jack, but he had tears running down his face. (J-Jack, M-Mark)

M-Hey Jack! You okay buddy?

J-No. Wiishu broke up with me. She said she's found someone better.

M-It's okay Jack, she had a problem because she left you.

J-I just can't. Okay!? I loved her. She was my everything. I just, I just can't.

M-You'll feel better again. Just forget you ever met her.

J-How!? I can't Mark. I just can't forget her. We had so many good times together.

M-Just eat some ice cream okay. Go talk to family and friends. Amd calm down.

J-Okay. Thanks Mark.

M-Sure. That's what friends are for, right?

J-Goodbye forever Mark...

M- Jack what are you gon-

"He hung up on me." I quickly bought a ticket to Ireland. Next flight is in 30 min. Packed some necessities and a USB containing all my recorded vids. I called a taxi and hurriedly raced to the airport. I hope Jack is okay.

Time skip to Jack's place brought to you by my lazy ass.

I knocked on his door. "Hello? Anybody there?" I turned the knob only to know it was locked. Aha! Jack always bluffed about a spare key under the potted plant on the right of his door. Hope that bluff was a correct. Yes! Here you are! I unlocked the door and looked for Jack. "Jack? Where are you bud?" I opened the bathroom door, Jack was lying on the floor, soaked in his own blood. I quickly see if he still has a pulse. He still has one, good. "Jack? Wake up please." I acted fast. I carried him bridal style to his couch. Patched up his wrists and stopped the bleeding. I waited for him to wake up. 

3 hours later...

"Where am I? Mark? Why are you here? Am I dead?" Jack asked shockingly. "On your couch, yes, it's me, to help you, no your not." I hugged him tightly. "Promise me never to cut yourself again." I said. "Promise? Mark, you don't have to do this." He said. "I can and I will. You are my friend. I would do anything."