Mark -
I woke up to the feeling of unfamiliar surroundings. No longer was I in the glass room, thank god. All I could scrape from the dark pits of my memory was kissing Jack. From there onwards was a blur.
Looking around, I noticed Jack asleep on a chair. His hair was falling over his closed eyes and the look of worrie plastered his perfect features. I looked at my surroundings as I sat up in my bed. Everything had colour. Blues, greens, reds and yellows washed into my vision. At last.
As I looked around, I could hear movement. Jack was stiring in his chair and slowly looked up. Our eyes met and, just for a moment, everything seemed to stop. Tears started running down my face and Jack wiped them away with his thumb.
I leaned in and kissed his lips, "I love you..."
"I love you too Mark"
My heart seemed to skip a beat. He loves me??
No he doesn't
Leave me alone Dark
Nah, I'm good
God dammit, leave me and Jack alone
Ok fine, I'll leave you alone - for now
Man does Dark bug me. I looked into Jack's eyes and frowned. He automatically got the message of me having a problem with Dark, and backed to the other wall.
I could feel the all too familiar feeling in me indicating that Dark's coming out to 'play'. Once again, I started hacking and heaving my guts up. Black substance spewed from my mouth and swirled around me.
Suddenly everything went black. And I knew I was in th void where I have no control over my body. Dark has it instead.
Dark -
Ahh control. Oh how it feels good. I look around and notice Jack backed into the corner.
"Kitten scared?" I purred, walking up to him. Jack shook his head abruptly. I smiled psychopathically as he moved closer to me. I grabbed the bottom of his waist and pulled him into my chest. His breathing hitched as I ran my hand up and down his back.
"It's time to have some fun" I whispered, watching the colour fade from his cheeks. I rammed my tounge into his mouth and claimed it. Biting his lip, I heard a moan from Jack.
"Let's take this to another level..."
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The Dark Mark
ФанфикMark's been in an asylum for ten years, all because of a 'voice'. His murders have ranked up to the hundreds outside and about fifteen inside, mostly to the guards. But will his chain of thought change when a certain green tuft of hair enters the wh...
