Book One- I Don't Understand

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Mark swerved down a road and pulled up to the mansion. The swat and police officers did, too. Mark made sure to let them no that they are to not sound the sirens at all so Warfstache won't know they are there. Mark took out his shotgun and went over to the front door, then stopped. "J-Jack?!"
The officers went up to Mark and waved a hand in front of his face. "Mark? Mark what is it?"
Mark felt his breathing hitch. "I.. I.. I heard him scream.. WILFORD!" Mark ran up the porch stairs and kicked in the door, running up the spiral stairs and over to Sam's room. Mark aimed and fired, hitting Wilford on the shoulder. The knife dropped beside Jack who was paper white, with some blood trickling down his neck. Mark walked in and fired at Fe, knocking him down and clutching at his leg. Mark went up to Warfstache, placing a foot on his stomach. He placed the barrel of the shotgun onto his forehead. "You should have never came back," Mark spat.
Warfstache chuckled. "You're too late."
Mark turned around and saw Jack limp and still. The blood was going down his stomach, it's thick trail smearing anything it it's path. Mark grit his teeth, tears in his eyes as he turned back to Warfstache. "YOU FUCKER! YOU KILLED HIM!"
Mark was about to pull the trigger when a S.W.A.T officer pulled Mark off Wilford, making him squirm and flail his arms around. "LET GO OF ME! JACK! JACK PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Mark kicked an officer in the gut, breaking free of his grasp and ran to Jack, trembling and shaking. He dropped to his knees beside his body and began to sob. "JACK! I'M SO SORRY! I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE SAY SOMETHING!"
Mark held Jack's face in his hands, hugging him close. He cried into the crook of his neck. Two officers held a hand on Mark's back. "We're so sorry, Mark."
Mark shook his head, holding Jack closer. "I.. I loved him.. now he's gone."
The officer nodded and left the two alone. The other one took the back of a hammer and pried the nail out of the wall. The handcuff key was in Wilford's back pocket which they found and took those off. Jack's arms fell to his side. Mark cried onto Jack's chest, holding onto his shoulders.