Yandere Mark x Jack

It's A Small World

Jack had been running for a while now, wheezing as his lungs started to burn from his exhaustion. But he had to keep running, if he didn't then he'd surely be captured again and be beaten senseless like the other times he tried to escape. Why had he become friends with him? Why did he think he could save him? Why did he think there was a chance for him to still have hope of getting free from him? Jack was now to tired as his legs gave out on him making him fall to the floor as his head hit the concrete that was luckily covered with snow. But not enough for him to have his head bleeding.

Jack out his hand on his head as he yowled in pain before trying to quite himself by biting his lip, his vision blurring as new tears were forming at the corners of his eyes. He's going to find me! And he's going to kill me- no! Don't think like that! Come on Jack! You just need to get to a safe place and then you can go wherever you need to away from him! Jack took a shaky breath before getting up and starting to run again. This was Jack's 23 attempt at running away. Every time he had failed Mark would beat him up, heck, just for walking out for some fresh air got him a broken arm and bruised back.

He needed to get somewhere safe, somewhere secluded and where no one could see him. But how would that be possible? Mark was taller, stronger, faster, and smarter. He would surely find Jack if Jack didn't play his cards right. What was he going to do? Could he do anything? No. The only thing he could try and do was hope that Mark would be really stupid enough not to know where Jack was heading off to.

Jack took another breather at a local antique shop. He needed to relax his tired legs just for a bit. He needed to calm down and try and focus on where to go and what to do. So, he headed into the old antique shop and was greeted with an old lady near the check out 'lane'. His hoodie was covering his head so she wouldnt be able to see his bleeding head, that'd cause to much suspicion.

"Hello, my name is Sonia, Sonia Reinschild. If you need anything just holler, us old folks can't hear worth your life." She replied as she seemed to attend to something she had behind the counter.

Jack would've laughed at that had it not been the truth. His life really did depend on this. He had to find some place safe before Mark found him. And if he wasn't careful Mark would surely catch him. Jack did the only solution and walked over to Sonia who seemed to notice once there was a shadow hovering over her.

"Yes? May I help you?" A he replied as Jack hadn't noticed till now that she kept on a poker face. And a good one at that. "Yes, do you happen to know where a transport station is around here? Maybe. An airport?

You see. When Jack had met Mark he did come to L.A but... something happened and those two were no longer in L.A

The old women seemed to look under her stuff before finding a map. "You'll go up on highway 14, take a left on Griffin st. Make sure you go past a blue restaurant. Then take a couple miles east and you'll find the airport Sonny." She said as she then put the map in his hands after showing him the route, he was going to object but she gave him a stern look. "I suggest you keep it, if you're going to the airport it's for something. You'll need that." She said as she then heard a clock chime. "Oh. We, time for the shop to close, you must be going now child. Well, I must be going but whatever." She then waved him off as he thanked her and walked out the door. He had to get to that airport! If he could, he'd be a free man!

Jack then took off again. The hoodie falling with ease when he ran revealing his right up part if the head to be bleeding, not a whole lot where it'd be an emergency, but enough to where he'd need a stitch or two.

Jack had to keep running, that was basically his only goal and transportation of course. He stopped near a dim light flickering on and off as he tried to read the map better. "Make sure..." he mumbled to himself as he read fast not to be caught. And then... a hand covered his mouth.