The Light In My Life~A Septiplier Fanfic

Chapter Five~Back Again

Guess who's back? Back again? What's that? Yeah, I see the window. Oh, throw myself out? Ok.

Mark's POV

"It's okay, Jack, I-I'm back. What did he do to you? Are you dyi-"He shushed me suddenly and pressed his soft lips to mine. After a moment of surprise, I leaned in to the kiss, wrapping my arms around his waist. I burned with desire for more, but I was nervous he would push me away suddenly. He pulled away and looked away quickly, blushing. That was when I noticed the blood, dripping slowly out of his ripped shirt onto the floor, resulting in a red, sticky pool. "Well..." He said this slowly, his cute accent slightly coming out. "You of all people should know he'll be back..." Jack said, looking up at me and sighing.

"No, I can keep him at bay a while longer. He's not as hungry anymore."
"A-are you sure?" His voice trembled with badly concealed fear. I just looked him in the eyes and pulled his small frame towards me. "I'm sorry I let you get involved with me. And all...all of this." I whispered this in his ear, reassuring him with my voice. "Sshhhh, I know where to go about this."
"I'm sorry...I just can't help falling in love with you..." Jack shook his head as a tear dripped to the floor.

Jack's POV

My hands shook as I watched Mark press his hand against my arm, stopping the blood coming out of my cut. "I've got more stuff upstairs," Mark stated, concerned.
"Uh, okay, we should probably get out of here anyway..." I mumbled, ending up sounding really awkward. He got up and I tried and managed to stand up for a second before my legs gave way. I crumpled to the floor like an old marionette toy with its strings cut. I'm so weak. "Come on," Mark said, reaching down. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way up. I clung to him, burying my face in his flannel shirt.

Once he got me onto his table, he looked at me and said, "Uh, I'll explain while I stop the blood. I'm just going to get some bandages and stuff." I looked around the room, curious. I was in the dining room, which was modern, white and loads of other colours popping up everywhere. It may seem cheerful to some but it seemed too sterile and careful to me. Like a hospital. I'd never liked those places. Too many faces, too many people, too much of an air of death. This place had that. The air of death. There was a tiny coppery-red stain on the wall, long dried. I decided it was best not to look any further at that.

I heard foot steps and looked up, seeing Mark arriving from downstairs. "Okay, let's get this cleaned up..." I wince as he dabs at my cut with antiseptic. "So, are you gonna tell me about all this?" I choose my words cautiously, because any one word might set him off. "Well, it all started with my parents..." A tear drips down his cheek and lands on the surface.

Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! I will put in a flashback scene in the next chapter but it would make this one way too long. Also, it's 12 at night where I am and I'm lazy. That doesn't help at all. Just to add to this, I feel like writing a Phan fic. Earlier, I drew whiskers on my self with sharpie. Not one of my best ideas. Meow. I'm a cat now. I'll tell you all when that comes out so check it out when it does. Anyways, guys, if you enjoyed this, vote and feel free to comment your thoughts. All of that stuff is appreciated! Meow!
Byeeeee!