Possession {Book one in the Possession Series}

10

Mark listened to the sound of the shower being run and Seven Nation Army being blasted from a shower speaker. He hummed along to the song as he tossed some hamburger patties onto a pan resting on the stove, all heated and prepared for cooking. He was wearing his Batman apron and he went over to the sink to wash any viruses from the raw meat left on his hands. Jack seemed to be doing much better. Mark abandoned humming and started singing almost karaoke style, but without the music in the background, not noticing the shower turning off and Jack coming into the kitchen after a while, toweling his hair dry. Jack joined in behind him, an octave higher, singing tenor instead of Mark's deep bass.
"Sounds good boys," Amy, Mark's girlfriend, said as she passed the kitchen on her way to who knows where. Mark smiled to himself as he sang, still oblivious to Jack behind him even though Amy has clearly said boys instead of boy. She joined in from a different room, her high voice singing what would be the background music instead of the words themselves. Chica began to howl along, and the group sang until they began to laugh at Chica's feeble musical attempt. Jack flipped the burgers with a spatula that was resting near the stove, the metal reflecting his face.
"Hey, Mark. Come check out this reflection," Jack chuckled, turning the spatula this way and that, watching as it distorted his face. He turned it to the left. Something was up with his right eye. He moved the spatula closer.
"Coming, dude," Mark said, setting down the bag of hamburger buns.
"Uh, on second thought, it's not that funny. I'll be right back," Jack stammered, hurrying away back to the bathroom. Mark shrugged it off. Jack probably just felt sick again. Everything was okay. Everybody was happy.