Jack missed him. His partner. He had lost him so long ago but it just felt like minutes ago. The wounds were still fresh. Still seeping with malice and black blood and tears so salty that if you were to cry a river of them, you could make an elephant float.
Mark
The name echoed in his mind every waking day. He missed that dark wavy hair. The hair that resembled dans so. He missed the long trips. The empathetic a embraces. The caring chats. The lingering long missed friendship that had saved Jack and Mark. There were never any romantic feeling between the two; just a deep friendship that could not be shaken. Marks perfidious death was what ripped jacks very being out of his body. It had taken so long to recover at this point. The only thing that separated them was the dirt between the wooden box and the grass. Jack visited the grave every night and cried himself to sleep, leaning against Marks gravestone. They didn't even part after a gruesome death. He had been taken as a prisoner of Mortem domum. Jack still remembered every detail. The way the leader who shall not be named, threw mark onto the ground and issued the ultimatum.
"Give us the saviors! They are prophecies of the coming of a raven haired boy, and a mocha haired boy to save an entire tribe, and bring prosperity to those who found them"
"We do not have them please believe us" jack remembered crying out to the enemies. Their faces contorted into distorted smirks. A boy with a large knife stepped up and grabbed Mark's dark hair and set the knife to Mark's neck.
Jack screamed out but it was too late.
He would never forget the way his friends body lied limp in the dirt. Mortem domum strode away without a care in the world. As soon as they were out of sight jack sprinted towards the body. The blood stained jacks hands as he rolled his friend into his arms and clung to him, sobbing. He rocked back and forth then shook the corpse, trying endlessly to wake the boy from the eternal sleep.
"DONT DO THIS. YOU CANT LEAVE ME. PLEASE. MARK. MARK? WHY WONT YOU RESPOND TO ME. PLEASE"
He cried out as the others watched in horror. Other group members tried to remove him from the bloodied form but all attempts were fruitless. He only swatted them away violently and screamed at them. After two days they left him. He sat there alone with his companion for a week and a half. He smelled his friend decomposing and screamed while dragging the corpse to a field where he buried it. He stayed by the grave and ate only what was brought to him by concerned troop members. He was unhealthy. After three weeks of mourning, eating and sleeping, by the grave, he ran out of tears. He returned to the society and continued business as usual. But no matter how long Mark had been dead, no matter how many tears me cried, no matter how many people tried to help him, he would always miss his friend, and no one...No One, would ever be able to replace the friendship the two had. Jacks reminiscence had sent him into a sobbing, convulsed panic attack. There he was. Alone in the dark, crying.
What a familiar feeling.
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Okay so I know this seemed a bit unrelated but it's secretly important
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* Lost Boys ~ Dan/Howell • Phil/Lester *
FanfictionTwo boys, a railroad, and a house in the woods. They're running from something, and in the midst of being completely lost they found something more important than a house. They found a home ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trigger warning...
