Sean whimpered slightly in his sleep, gritting his teeth together as he ran in his dream, the loud and mocking sounds of laughter surrounding him, making him scream.
He ran on, but felt as though he weren't moving at all, like as though he were just running on one singular spot, but whenever he looked down, the ground moved along with his feet.
"Go away!" Sean screamed as the laughter grew louder and he was suddenly tripped, rolling down a hill, pain coursing though his entire body each time he hit the solid, cold and dirty ground.
"Fuck" he muttered, rubbing his head and sitting up, rubbing the mud off his cheeks and clothes. "Sean?"he heard a familiar voice call and he smiled, standing quickly and looking around.
"Mark?!" Sean called out and his body slammed into someone else's, groaning and glaring up at them, his blood running cold as soon as he made eye contact with the black soulless eyes of Mark.
It wasn't exactly Mark, it was like a more demented version of Mark. His hair was crimson red, as though he used real blood to dye it, his eyes were completely black and soulless, his grin was large and sadistic as he showed his sharp fang like teeth, he wore a red flannel and black skinny jeans, his arms were large and muscular, Sean could see his veins pop out into view as he too eyed Sean.
He gulped thickly as he backed away, his back coming into contact with something, causing him to yelp and spin around, looking back at what it was, his eyes widen in absolute horror.
He looked the same as Sean, with his strange right eye looking similar to Sean's Sam and a natural blue left eye, except, his hair wasn't the same neon green colour as Jacks. It was a bright, glowing green colour, but it was a sickly green colour, the same as his eye, giving off an infectious green colour.
His skin was much paler than Sean's, his skin practically snow white, his arms were like the demented version of Mark, just not as muscular, but he had veins running up his pale arms, giving off yet again an infectious colour as Sean could see the blood pulsing through them, making him feel sickly. Sean's demented other self was taller than Sean was, which made him feel petty and weak, which in this case, he was.
He wore a red long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his pulsing arms along with denim jeans which squeezed tightly around his legs.
"What the fuck?" Sean muttered, his eyes as wide as saucers, his heart beating at an exceeding rate. "Goodnight, Jack" his darker self grinned insanely and pulled up a gun, Dark Mark holding Sean still as his darker self pressed it up against his forehead and pulled the trigger.
"Fuck fuck fuck!! They'll kill me!!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs, lunging off his desk he didn't even know he was laying on. "Sean?" He heard the deep voice call and he glared at his lips, remembering the fight he had with Mark.
"What?" Sean spat venomously, looking over at Mark with a sharp glare.
"What happened? You were screaming in your sleep" Mark stood slowly, Sean watching him, still glaring, pulling. Mark had to learn not to give Sean that look, especially not after he distinctly instructed him to stop.
"Why the fuck do you care!?" Sean spat anomalistically, smacking everything all of his desk in anger, not knowing how else to let it all out. "I'm just a job! Just a fucking crazy person you have to watch, why should you care?!" Sean screamed at the top of his lungs, flipping the table, watching as it smacked against the glass.
"Sean! Stop that! Immediately!" Mark demanded and Sean glared, grabbing the leg of the desk and using all his strength to lift it slightly and smack it once again hard against the glass wall.
"Come in here and make me!" He demanded, grabbing his chair and throwing it at the glass, continuously hitting it until the chair broke, the legs all breaking and the wood cluttering to the ground.
That was when Sean realised that Mark had lost his cool and unlocked the door, grabbing Sean by his hoody and slamming his back against the wall, glaring at him profusely, Sean slowly smirked.
"Listen here you little shit! I've just about had it with you and if you don't stop this instance! There will be so much more shit for you" Mark threateningly glared at him as he seethed through his grit teeth.
"Mark.... I love that you're... pressed up against me with your, big, strong body and you face is a few inches from mine, I mean, I just wanna, running my fingers through your hair, trail them along your sweet and soft skin, listening to your sexy deep voice, seeing as it, makes me extremely.... sexually frustrated" Sean smirked and was shocked when Marks hand came in contact with his cheek, his face snapping to the side at the impact.
Mark grabbed him by his neck, pushing him back against the glass and lifting him up, the sounds of choking left Sean's lips, Mark glaring and tossing him to the ground, walking up to him.
"M-Mark! Please!" Sean scrambled away from him, Mark grabbing his leg and pulling him back, lifting him to his feet before he shoved him back, making him trip over the broken chair.
"Stop! I'm sorry! Please Mark! Fucking hell STOP!!!" Sean cried, the tears welled up behind his eyes as he stared up at Mark, giving him a pleading expression.
He would usually attacked them by now if it was like the last times, tackling then and beating their faces in until they were only a thread hanging to death, but it made him sick, the thought of actually hurting Mark, so he refused to touch him.
Mark blinked, stepping back, his expression turned shocked. "S-Sean, I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what came over me... I... I need to go" Mark turned away, locking the door and picking up his bag, leaving the building, an atmosphere of guilt surrounded him.
Sean watched him leave, the tears flowing down his cheeks as he watched Mark, he was so scared now. He feared Mark.
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Фанфик"Oh, and also Mark" He said, Mark looking up at him with pursed lips. "Don't look, listen or talk to Sean for too long". "Why?" "He'll drive you to insanity"
