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"What are you doing here."
Mark looked at Tobias in a murderous way. The fact that he was here couldn't mean anything good.
Tobias just looked at him and kept sipping from his coffee. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." Mark almost wanted to strangle the guy, but couldn't find a good reason. "I'm here for my mission, why else." Tobias sounded bored and uninterested as ever. "The guy that maybe saw me lives here." Mark quickly looked around to see who where there. No one he cared about to much. "Who is your mission?" Mark didn't sound very friendly. "And why would I tell you, Mr. Perfect." Mark still wanted to strangle Tobias and was getting closer to actually doing it. "Because I know the people here and I might be able to help you." Mark had practiced this calm, pretty friendly sounding voice. It was extremely hard to keep his voice calm in this case. "But if you don't want any help, sure." Mark had guessed right. Tobias was a pretty lazy guy and tips where making his job easier. "Ok, fine. It's a guy in here. I don't know his name jet, but he has green hair and is at the toilet right now. Not the hair color I would choose." Tobias sounded very bored, but Marks whole world was falling apart at that exact moment. His worst nightmare came true. Jack was in trouble, lots of trouble, and he didn't even know it. Marks mind was racing. What should he do? He was going to protect Jack with his life, that was a sure thing, but how. "Hello, Sharpshot? The guy just came back. I know you know him. You guys are here together right? Give me some tips man. What's his name ?" But Mark didn't react. He calmly turned around and walked back to Jack. "Hey Mark, who's that guy you were talking to?" Jack's voice brought Mark back to reality. "Oh it's just someone I know. Listen Jack, don't ask me why, but we have to leave. Right now."
Jack firstly thought Mark was joking, but when he saw Marks dead serious face his smile faded. "Mark?" Mark put some money on the table and grabbed Jacks arm. "I'll explain, I promise. But we have to go now, to my house Okey?" Jack looked really worried and clearly wanted to ask questions, but kept quiet and walked with Mark to the car. Jack got in and Mark looked at the door. Tobias followed them. "Shit!" Mark whispered and got into the car. While driving, Mark tried desperately to wake up. This had to be a nightmare. This couldn't be real. Jack, the most innocent person in this world, was the target of a murder mission. Mark had a hard time trying not to panic. He was breathing heavily and was driving way over the speed limit. "Mark, you're going to fast." Jack said softly. He was scared for what was happening. Mark felt a big weight in his stomach. He had to tell Jack everything. And he had only hope that jack would still go with him after he told him he killed people for living. They where at the house and he parked the car. Mark got out of the car and pulled Jack out of the car. Mark ran to the house, still with a good grip on Jacks arm. "Mark, you're hurting me." Jack sounded soft and scared. Mark didn't change his grip. He had the same feeling he had in the dream in the woods; if he let go, he would lose Jack. They got inside and Mark finally let go of Jack and Jack a stepped back. "What is happening Mark ?" He sounded even more scared, but Mark was not reacting. He walked to to window and looked outside. He saw Tobias' car on the opposite of the street. Mark didn't know what to do. He couldn't let Jack go home, he would get killed. But if he stayed here, Tobias would know what he was doing. Mark walked back and rushed a hand trough his hair. How could this happen? Why him, why Jack ? Jack sat down on the couch and looked at Mark. He clearly didn't know what to do. "Mark ?" He and she'd quietly. Jack was scared to speak to Mark. He had never seen Mark like this. "Jack, listen. You can't leave my house." Mark looked directly at Jack and hoped so bad he would stay. "Why ?" Jack sounded curious, but still extremely scared. "Because you'll ..." Mark didn't want to say it. He didn't want to scare his little Jack like that. He wish he didn't have to see that fear in his eyes. "Yes? " Jack asked. "Because you'll get murdered." Marks voice was low and carefull. He looked at Jack. Jack was looking at Mark as if he was kidding. "Seriously Mark? This is not a funny joke." Jack looked at Mark. There was no fear in his eyes anymore, but when he saw that Mark wasn't calming down, it came back. "W-w-wait... You are serious ?" Mark slowly looked down and nodded. Now was the moment. He had to tell how he knew. Mark was so scared for the question. Would Jack still trust him? Would he stay here, under Marks protection? "How do you know ?" Mark took a deep breath and answered. "I am an agent at a secret organization, the SDOS. My organization illuminates people to keep the peace. The guy I was talking to is also an agent. You are his target." Jack looked at Mark in disbelief. Mark was praying for Jack to belief him, to stay. "So..... So you kill people for living?" Jack asked carefully. He was standing up again and slowly backing up to get more space and between him and Mark. "Yes, I do." Mark looked at Jack, who clearly didn't know what to believe. Then he started laughing. " Mark, ya doof! You can stop the joke now!" But Mark was still looking dead serious. Jacks giggling started to sound nervous and he took another step back. "Jack, please stay here." Mark tried to come closer to Jack but he backed away even more. "Jack, please." Jack was standing with his back to the wall. He looked more frightened then ever. "Jack...." "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Mark jumped at the screaming. No no no no ! This was exactly what shouldn't happen. "Jack, please." Mark was so desperate, he felt like he was gonna cry. "NO! STAY AWAY!" Jack opened the door behind him and disappeared trough it. Mark ran after him but was too late. Jack was gone. Mark looked at the dot getting smaller while running away. He felt it, the feeling from his nightmares. He felt his heart break in little pieces. But this time, he couldn't wake up.
