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"where do I sleep?" Jack started to viciously smile again Mark finally looked up
"The bedroom to the left" Mark said stiffly eye balling Jack, Jack leaned closer to mark pushing against his chest he grabbed the kitchen knife behind him
"Something wrong markimoo?" Jack smiled as he lifted the knife over Mark's shoulder
"what are you doing Jack..?" Jack just smiled as mark stood in horror with no movement he just looked at Jack biting his lip
"I don't really know" Jack leaned against Mark, He pushed Jack away. Jack looked at mark smiling he walked around the corner towards his room still holding the knife.

Mark looked over at the sink that had his stained flannel soaking
"what did I do?" Mark said under his breath he almost began crying... the whole thing felt thrilling though, in a weird way this was almost fun.
Mark hesitantly turned around and walked towards Jacks bedroom, the door was shut and mark had his hand on the knob when Jack opened the door making Mark jerk back
"did you come to check on me?" Jack said sarcastically
"No, I came to get the knife back" Mark stood in the door way blocking Jack from getting out
"You know I can pick locks with knives"Jack smiled licking his lips, Jack dropped the knife on the ground in front of Mark, Mark backed up and Jack pushed his way out of the room. Mark painfully bent down holding his side and picked up the knife, all of his strength was being sucked out of him he gripped the knife so hard his knuckles turned white, he looked over his shoulder at Jack who quickly turned around to face the kitchen.

Mark walked to the kitchen and stood by the wall watching Jack's every move Jack looked around and opened the fridge
"isn't there supposed to be food in this thing?" Jack looked at mark with a grumpy pout, mark forgot about the food in his cooler, he put the knife in a drawer and turned around,
"It's in my car" mark looked around for his keys Jack dangled the key ring in front of marks face, he grabbed it with no expression and opened the front door, the air thickened as he walked out leaving the door open.

Mark walked back in with a large cooler, his pain rising. Jack was sitting crisscross in the middle of the floor picking at the wood floor. Mark took the cooler into the kitchen and opened the fridge he set the cooler on the counter next to the sink it barley fit, mark started putting away the food while Jack went into his room. Mark finished and put the cooler next to the fridge, he looked around for Jack and walked towards Jack's room. Mark grabbed the handle and slowly turned it the door squeaked open, he saw Jack sitting on the ground in front of his bed picking at the floor again
"Why do you keep doing that?" Mark stepped closer
"It feels good, like a bunch of little needles piercing your fingertips" Jack gave a twisted smile
"There's food if you want some..." Mark looked at Jack watching his fingers crumble the wood paint.

Jack got up and turned towards mark
"Do you have anything else than mashed potatoes and canned beans?"
Jack looked hopeful as he stared at mark
"I don't have either of those so... yes?" it sounded like a question but Jack happily smiled skipping out of the room.

Mark finished making sandwiches and grabbed some chips as he headed towards the living room. Jack found out how to turn on the tv but he couldn't switch the channels so he kept it on the news. Mark set the plates of food on the coffee table and lumped down onto the couch. Jack looked at the food and didn't move or talk he grew a deep smile and shuffled almost all of the sandwich into his mouth. Mark looked at Jack and raised an eyebrow, Jack looked back over at mark smiling with a mouth full of food, Mark smiled back fearfully and looked up at the tv.

Mark noticed his picture along with Jack's. He turned up the volume and Jack looked over already finished with his food. One of the news people said "Sean William McLoughlin and
Mark Edward Fischbach are missing we're all wondering about what could have happened to these poor boys and where did they go?" Jack looked over at mark dropping his eyebrows
"Why didn't they say we escaped? We ran away from a freaking hospital for the crazy's!"Jack threw his hands up in the air, Mark looked over at Jack trying to think
"They're probably trying not to scare the people" Mark shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich looking at at the tv but not paying attention, he just sat there thinking trying to figure out how long it will take for him to get caught. Mark could always just call the police and tell them he's innocent.