Markson - The Unexpected Journey

Chapter 5

Mark's Point of view.

I put the parcel down, I knew it was from mother, no one else would send me anything. I started to open the box as I heard the doorbell go. "Who would be here?" I asked myself. I looked through the door eye piece. It's him. I don't know what to do, there was always someone to protect me every time he appeared. But why is he here? How did he know I'm in England. And how does he know my address? I don't know what to do so I edged away from the door still facing it.

What else am I meant to do? I managed to get 3 metres away from the door before the doorbell rang again. This time, I couldn't move, I'm so scared of that guy. I felt something hit my left arm and the power thew me to the floor. The windows smash behind me and glass ornament on the side table shattered. Glass is everywhere like a minefield. The sofa had bullet holes in it and the fluff out of the pillow exploded out. I couldn't register anything as my heart was beating out of my chest and everything is just moving too fast. I'm paralyzed in shock.

I started to get back to reality. I look over to my arm that is spewing out blood like no tomorrow then my right and noticed more blood, I think I bashed my head on the table on the way down. I hear someone kicking my door open. I look and see that guy... That psychopath. "I see you haven't changed much since we last saw each other." he said walking over as he enjoyed looking at me like this. I started hyperventilating, I wanted him away from me but he just kept getting closer. He crouched in front of me to inspect what he had done.

"I would say it's a shame I only shot you once" he said as he tugged at my hair trying to look at my head which seemed to be pouring of blood, "I'll be surprised if you make it out of this building with your head like that" he laughed as he let my head drop to the floor making me yelp in more pain.

He stood up and I tried to move but he stopped me by placing his foot my chest. He pressed down making me whine in pain. He can tell he loves the sound of my pain as he moved his foot to my stomach soon pressing down. "I thought you liked this stuff Mark." he said with a grin on his face as I groan in pain. I cough as I felt my insides being crushed and moved around. He released his foot from my stomach and walked out the now very holey door.

I'm in excruciating pain. My arm hurts, my head hurts, and now my chest and stomach. "Am I going to die?" I asked myself before I saw nothing but blackness and my name being muttered in the background.

Jackson's Point of view

The elevator door opened, I stepped out with Pippa. I see a man at Mark's door, he looks suspicious. I thought to keep walking until I saw the gun. I stood still, I didn't want to be hurt. Pippa grabbed me and pulled me behind a wall and we both peered round the corner. The man shot the door several times: I felt something inside me die. I tried to go to the door before Pippa whispered in my ear, "If you go now, you might be hurt or even killed. Just stay here until the man has left."

The man kicked the door in and walked inside. It was silent for a minute before I heard Mark yelp in pain. I resisted running as Pippa is holding on to me. After a few seconds, i heard Mark whine. I felt myself dying inside, I don't know how to deal with this situation. I could see Pippa in my peripheral vision, silently crying as she is so scared.

I heard Mark groan, I nearly ran to him but I knew I would be putting myself in just as much as danger as he is. The man left with a smile on his face: that evil peasant. I sprinted to the door as soon as I lost sight of that man. I stood there, I froze, I feel broken.

"Mark!" I shouted as I got myself to reality. I see his body sloppily laid on the floor. The glass is spread on the floor and a cold draft seeping into the room. Blood is splattered around his stick-like figure. The blood leaked out of his arm, running all over the floor. His hair looked sticky but then I noticed the blood around his head. The puddle began to get larger. Mark didn't move, there doesn't look like there was any sign of life. But I can see that he is breathing but for how much longer?

I ran over to him, "Mark! Wake up!" I grabbed his head but I could feel my fingertips sink into the cut in his head. I freaked out for a moment but moved my hand past the cut. "Pippa, grab a towel! Anything to stop the bleeding and call an ambulance." Pippa grabbed a towel and threw it at me. I placed the towel underneath Mark's head to try to stop the bleeding but the towel soon turned red and sticky. I didn't know what else I am meant to do.

"I have called the emergency services and here, here's some more towels." Pippa said passing over the towels. "Hold a towel to his arm, we really need to stop the bleeding." i said without hesitation. I hated seeing Mark like this, it breaks my heart. Pippa sat the other side of Mark, holding his arm with a towel, "Jackson, do you think he will be okay?" I felt a sudden sadness but slightly confident, "Yes, of course! he can't die on me. Never."  

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