The Oversight

A Hard Learned Lesson

~Mark POV~

I stare blankly ahead, trying to ignore the whimpers of pain that surround me. I guess deep down we all know this would happen. Every once and awhile, the wall fails to serve its purpose, and the Bads not phased by the day long journey, come to pay us a visit. They come without a warning, taking who they please, forcing a few Goods to suffer for their amusement.

I stumbled a bit as we walked, too lost in thought to pay attention to where I was going. My glasses fell farther and farther down my face with each step I took, until finally they fell on the ground. I stopped, and bent over, trying to grab them off the ground. I was pulled by the mob of moving people, and was jerked away from the delicate structure that lay on the ground. I tugged harshly on the ropes that bound me, trying to earn enough slack to be able to reach them.

"Hey!" One of the Bads growled, stopping to come check on me. "What the f*** do you think you're doing?"

"My glasses." I explained, my eyesight not too great without them. "They fell in the ground. I'm just trying to get them back so I can see properly."

The Bad laughed. "Little Red Riding Hood can't see without his glasses." I glare at him, gritting my teeth.

The Bad chuckled again, the nauseating sound filled his ear once more.

"Can I please just have them?" I whined, causing the Bads laugh to grow even louder.

I tugged even harder to the ropes, deciding that if he wasn't going to give it to me, I'd get it myself. "No, no, no pretty boy." He picked my glasses off the ground. I growled at him, unhappy at his choice of words. Not the fact of what he called me, it just reminded me of Jack. My face grew red at the thought of the green haired boy.

The Bad smirked. "Aww, Little Red Riding Hood is getting red all over." He teased.

I glared at him and he gave me a fake look of sympathy. "Oh, I'm so sorry." He said sarcastically. "I guess you're getting impatient without your glasses. Here, just let me make a few improvements." He grinned and broke the right lense before putting them gently on my face.

With that, I gritted my teeth and jerked away from their grasp, only being free for a split second. I had only started to run when the Bad grabbed my arm and yanked me back towards him. He planted his hands on my shoulders, holding me at his side and preventing me from going anywhere. His fingernails dug into my collarbone as he spoke again. "Leaving so soon, Little Red?" He growled menacingly. "We're not even inside the city walls yet."

We continued down the path towards the city, the Bad dragging me along behind him. At one point I heard rustling in the trees, and I slowed down to see what it was. But when I turned to see what it was, it stopped. I sighed. It was probably just a squirrel or something. The Bad yanked me onwards. "Keep moving." He said sharply.

We finally made it to the city gates and we were shoved inside. "Now you can run away, Little Red." The Bad teased. "Although I wouldn't suggest it. We wouldn't want a pretty boy like you getting hurt, now would we?" The Bad laughed at his own irony and he dragged me into a nearby alleyway, other Bads joining in as he did so.

It was two guys and two girls that joined the original one, laughing as he threw me against a brick wall. The blonde girl came over to me, smirking as she kissed me, taking off my glasses in the process. Her smile turned devilish as she threw my glasses on to the pavement, the other girl with bright blue hair stomping on them with her heels. My face heated, more out of anger than anything else, but I'd have to admit that I was flustered from the kiss.

I struggled to pull myself to my feet. By now, I was more angry than terrified. I looked the blonde haired girl dead in the eyes and wiped my mouth. "I would have enjoyed that kiss more if you were actually pretty." I hissed.

A guy with purple hair stepped forward, and I could tell that I had hit a nerve. He grabbed my shirt and held me up so that face was just inches from his. "You shouldn't have insulted my girlfriend, Little Red." Unfortunately, I hadn't learned my lesson yet, so I spit right in his face. It landed on the bridge of his nose. I realized my mistake when he decked me across the face. Little black dots danced at the edge of my vision. "This isn't going to end well." I thought. And it didn't.

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It's dark. I don't remember much. My head hurts. The pain. It's everywhere. I'm dying. Slowly. But surely. I'm dying.

Author's Note

Well, Mark has been taken hostage by the Bads and is now dying... slowly... No I am not upset about this, surprisingly. I'm feeling pretty content right now actually... (haha thx XD -C) I am so sadistic and evil please help me... or don't, either way I'm fine. Well, continuing on. You guys will just have to wait and see what happens to Mark, and if Jack will be able to come save him. And I know what you're thinking, "Oh they're not that mean, they wouldn't kill Mark, he's gonna be fine." Don't get your hopes up. Anywho, we hope you guys liked this chapter and we will seE ALL YOU DUDES, IN THE NEXT VIDEO!

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