The Great Escape

17

It had been 4 days since the officers visit. They had launched an investigation and so far, no luck.
Mark was currently recording while I was laying on the couch, feeling terrible. Since the incident, I had been extremely sick. I know that I can't be pregnant, I checked.
Not wanting to bother Mark, I got up and went to the kitchen to find some soup.
I looked in the highest cabinet and reached to get a can, but was stopped by a warm pair of arms wrapping around my waist.
"Mark!" I squeaked. He kissed my neck. Then started biting lightly so that I would moan. But then it started to hurt.
"Mark, that hurts." I whined.
"I'm not Mark, sweetheart." I whipped around while still trapped in the embrace and found Jamie holding onto me.
"Ma-!" I was cut off by a knife that was pushed against my throat. Chica came running into the kitchen with a bark. She got in an aggressive stance and growled.
Jamie moved me roughly so that now my body was guarding his with the knife still at my throat. Feeling faint, my legs started to buckle.
Mark came into the kitchen moments later. He was holding a gun up to us.
"I've already called the cops. If you don't want to leave in a body bag I suggest you let him go." Mark sneered. I've never seen him like this.
"I-I don't-..." I started to say something but was cut off by me collapsing to the floor.
Caught off guard, Mark took a step forward but stopped when Jamie held the knife over my neck.
"Don't move!" He shouted to Mark.
"Mmmma..." I tried to say his name, but I was so tired. So, so tired...
Suddenly the door busted open and the FBI and a few police officers ran in, brandishing guns.
"Police! Drop your weapon!" The crew ordered.
"What did you do to him?!" Mark shouted, angry at my state and gripped the gun in both hands.
"I didn't do anything!" Jamie shouted back, his voice cracking.
"A-annnna..." I drew out, weak.
Chica barked and ran off.
"Sir, drop your weapon." One of the FBI agents looked at Jamie calmly and spoke.
Seeing as how the other people had the situation handled, Mark backed up and let them do their job.
"Sir you need to let him go. He needs medical assistance now." Another agent called for an ambulance on the walkie talkie.
"No! He's fine." Jamie growled and pushed the knife closer to my neck.
"Please..." I begged him with a whisper. He looked down at me and let the knife up a bit. Somebody took the chance from behind us and tackled him so that the people could get me.
Paramedics came rushing into the house and looked over me, starting with my vital signs.
"No. No I don't want to go to a hospital." I whispered.
One of the paramedics looked at me with a perplexed look on his face.
"Jack?" Mark peered over me.
"Anna?" I asked, now more awake.
"She's fine honey. Are you?"
"Ya. Just a little faint. Don't let them take me to the hospital."
"Alright you don't have to. But we have to take you to the doctor later ok?"
"Ok." I sighed and closed my eyes and let the paramedics look over me.
"We need to move him to... The couch." One of the men leaning over me said.
"I got it." Mark said before they could do anything. They stepped out of the way and let Mark pick me and take me to the couch, setting me down.

After looking over me intently for about 30 minutes, the paramedics had to leave since they couldn't find anything apparent that was wrong with me.
"Mark." I said as soon as he shut the door behind them.
"Ya?" He kneeled in front of me on the couch.
"I think I know what's wrong."
"It's pretty clear you'll need a blood transfusion that for sure."
"No." I rolled over to face him. "It's not that. I remember after I woke up and Dark came, he asked for Anti. And then he showed up and was really confused about what happened with me." Mark's face turned more and more grim with every syllable I spoke. "Turns out, he wasn't with me. Maybe that's why I'm sick." I finished my theory.
"You might be right. Remember when they first showed up and I got that tumor?"
"Ya, and when I had to move because he almost burned my fucking house down."
"There's something going on for sure." Mark looked away, deep in thought.
"Dark's not answering." He suddenly turned back to me.
"Ah fuck it. We can't do anything!" I sat up quickly.
"Jesus Jack, be careful."
"We're human! We can't do anything!" I growled. Mark stayed silent.
"What are you thinking about?" I sighed, curling up in a ball.
"The way those 2 came to be was that our fans created them. What if we just let it die down and not say anything." Mark shrugged.
"I doubt it'll work because of all the fans blogs." I said doubtfully.
"Your right. But what if we told them the truth?"
"But how?"
"We'll just say your really sick."
"Fine." I sighed.
"Great, I'll get to work." Mark smiled and laid his hand on my chest.
"What work?" I asked as he dug around in his pocket.
"They'll need proof." A minute later Mark told me to shut my eyes and started a video with caption of "ANTI GO AWAY!!"
Now, we wait.