I'm MoRe InSaNe (Septiplier)

Part 5

Mark stepped back, blood dripping from his knuckles as he stared down at Sean's unconscious body that lay on the ground, breathing steadily.

Mark couldn't do it. He couldn't do the one thing he had so desired to do for so many years.

He still loved him, and he fucking hated it.

He screamed in anger as his fists connected with the glass wall once again which already was covered in his blood.

Why couldn't he just hurt Sean? It wasn't that hard? Sean was right there, vulnerable and peaceful, something Mark should have used to his own advantage. But he didn't.

He slowly made his way over to Sean and picked him up in his arms, laying him on the bed gently, brushing his green locks from his closed eyes, a bit of Marks blood staining Sean's pale cheeks but he didn't seem to care.

"I fucking hate you Sean" Mark whispered, biting down hard on his lip, shaking his head. "Why must you be so fucking perfect!? Why can't I hate you! I need to hate you so I can beat the shit out of you!" Mark stepped back, running his fingers through his faded red locks.

"I'm far from perfect" Sean suddenly grumbled, Mark helping and jumping slightly, watching as Sean slowly sat up grunting at the pain in his head.

"Why does my head hurt so bad?" He questioned, looking at his hand, his eyes widening when he saw blood.

"I slammed it into the wall, just like you did when you escaped the first time" Mark smiled sarcastically, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh" Sean grumbled, rubbing the back of his head while wincing slightly, rolled off the bed by accident, groaning slightly. Mark rolled his eyes, turning his back to Sean and stretching his arms, gritting his teeth as he rolled his head back, grunting at the cracking sound.

"Why didn't you do it?" Sean asked quietly, his eyes on his hands as he played with his fingers innocently, not wanting to look up at Mark. "What?" Mark snapped rather harshly, raising his eyebrows at Sean.

"Why didn't you beat the shit out of me? I know I deserve it, I want you to" Sean bit his lip, looking up at Mark. "Just because you want me to beat you doesn't mean I'll do it, besides, where's the revenge if you're asking for it?" Mark growled lowly, his eyes narrowing at Sean, watching as he lowered his gaze once again.

Mark growled and walked towards Sean, watching as he cowered back, his back touching the glass wall, staring up at Mark fearfully. Mark grumbled something incoherent under his breath and grabbed Sean's shirt, pulling him up to his feet, staring into his eyes solidly.

"Y-You're bleeding Mark" Sean said after a few moments of silence, his eyes shifting to Mark's bloody knuckles. "Yeah? So?"

"C-Can I help you?" Sean asked, biting his lower lip, Mark letting him go, watching as Sean tried to step away from him, but the wall behind him prevented him from getting much distance.

Marl said nothing, just staring at Mark with his harshly hard gaze, which seemed to always give Sean an icy feeling. He shifted and hung his head, his heart dropping as he began dragging his feet towards the door.

"Yes" Mark sighed softly in his deep buttery voice, seemingly smaller than he intended it to be.

"What? Really?" Sean turned to face him, his eyebrows risen. "You can help, I guess" Mark nodded once, glaring at the ground slightly.

"Okay!" Sean nodded a few times, running out the room, looking around for a first aid kit, finding one in the kitchen area.

He returned to the glass room, Mark holding his hands up to his chest, as if dreading to give his injured hands to Sean. "Can you even bandage a wound?" Mark asked, his eyes wide.