"MARK!" I heard someone yell for me as I lazily opened my eyes. I was immediately blinded by the sun that was coming through the curtains. I covered my eyes with a hiss.
"MARK! ITS JACK!" The loud Irishman called from downstairs. Damn, Jack. I love you buddy, but are you trying to wake the dead? I stole a glance at the clock. 2:04 in the evening? What the hell? Memory of Jack leaving washed over me and I was left feeling sad. Wait... If he left, why is he in my house? Oh, that's right. He said he'd be checking on me today.
"MARK! IM COMING UPSTAIRS!" I was finally becoming aware of myself as I heard his heavy footsteps on the floor. I realized another thing as I heard him running full speed up the stairs. I'm completely naked. Fuck.
I stood in a hurry to get to my dresser, deciding to do one of my random gravity checks on the way. I hissed and held my side as the floor and I became a lot closer than I recently wished for. I struggled to get back up as Jack had made it to the top of the stairs already. I jerked open a drawer and slipped on some boxers over my hips just in time for my door to fly open. Jack's face was lit up with happiness but that quickly turned into confusion.
"Mark?" Jack said, looking at me confused. His green hair fell softly over his face as usual. His blue eyes sparkled with the questions that wanted to fly out of his mouth like bullets from machine guns.
However, I opened my mouth before he could riddle me with his questions.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to be completely rude and not answer. I just woke up." I mumbled. He looked at me in astonishment while I sat there feeling small and twiddling my thumbs.
"Wha' do you mean you jus' woke up?" Jack asked me in wide eyed wonder. "I barely slept last night." I told him softly. "What time did ya go to sleep, Mark?" He asked. "Three." I replied sheepishly.
"Three! In tha fuckin' morning? Didn't ya take the medicine like I told ya to?" He asked. "Yes. I took it before I fell asleep. I would have been in bed earlier but there was a slight change in plans..." I said, starting confident. The confidence quickly faded towards the end as I got weaker. Slower with my words.
"What change?" He asked. My head dropped. "I can't remember what happened, I was so out of it." I admitted honestly. What had happened last night when I wasn't sleeping? I pondered on that for a moment before my focus shifted to the fact that I was only wearing boxers and Jack was kind of staring... I cleared my throat, making him shake his head as he snapped from his trance.
"Well, don't jus' stand there. I'll go downstairs so you can get dressed." He said, turning and leaving my room. I shook my head in embarrassment as I involuntarily blushed and searched over my drawers.
I decided on my lucky flannel and jeans. It matched the Autumn scenery perfectly. After getting dressed, I looked around for Chica. Not in my room. I walked around the house. Not in the guest room. Not in my recording room. Nor the kitchen. I sighed as I placed my hands on the marble kitchen counter, wondering where she ran off to.
I was lost in thought when Jack walked into the kitchen. He made his way over to my refrigerator and opened it. He sighed, closing it again when he didn't find what he wanted. He groaned as he checked the cabinets.
"Don' you ever go to tha damn store?" I heard Jack mutter as he closed the cabinet doors. He turned around and saw my expression, his face dropping with concern. "Mark, What's wrong?" He asked. I shook my head before muttering.
"I can't find Chica." I said. "Tha's b'cause I jus' let her out. She was down here when I walked in." He said. He looked at me with a bit of a smile.
"She was in my room last night. How'd she get down here? I don't remember her slipping out. I didn't even open the door after I went to my room for the night." I mumbled, staring down at the patterns in the marble.
"Oh calm down. Ya said you weren't in yer righ' mind las' night. I think yer jus' overthinkin' things a bit to hard." He said, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl at the end of the bar before deciding to grab a coke from the fridge.
"I think ya need to get out of this stuffy old place and go out a little every now and again." He said, walking past me and into the living room. I sighed and followed him.
Getting into the living room, I realized Jack had done made himself at home. He was plopped on the couch with his feet on my coffee table and flipping his merry way through TV channels. Go figure. If we weren't friends- or considered each other brothers, for that matter- I would have already taken the time to shun him and shove his feet off my coffee table and into the floor. However, I was used to this. Jack did this a lot. Especially at my house.
I sat down on the couch beside him and slumped into the warm cushions. I relaxed until a certain channel caught my eye.
"Go back!" I told Jack quickly and he flipped back until I held up a hand, signaling him to stop. It was a news channel.
"... The body of the man that went missing last night was found by police and rescue teams early this morning. The man was buried in the woods behind a local bar just outside of L.A. He had burns on his face and hands, seeming badly beat up. Police are not willing to reveal the identity of the man, but we believe this to be linked to the murder that happened nearly a week ago. We still have no idea who the killer is, but police are looking to get to the bottom of it. Now, into the wether." The reporter said.
"Wow. That's really close by." Jack muttered. That hit a little close to home for me. Literally.
Now I knew my activities from last night. Why I was in front of that grave. Why I had randomly woke up in the wee hours of morning in the middle of the woods. The truth hit me along with a wave of nausea.
I'd killed someone. This week and last week. Two people were dead because of me. I'd killed someone. I had spilled innocent blood.
You didn't kill that man. I did. You were just a host. Just something I could use for this scheme.
That voice rang in my head, bouncing off my skull. It spread through me like venom from a snakebite. God, if only I could physically take a swing at... Him.
"Yes. It is a bit close to here." I agree with Jack. "Do ya think it's really connected?" Jack asked. "And if so, shouldn' we be worried?" He asked. I shrugged it off nonchalantly. "Nah. It doesn't concern you." I said.
Yet...
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