Gone with you (Book 2 of The Anti Over Kill)

Part 7

Darks POV
I can't believe what Jack is saying, I stare at him bewildered with wide eyes. Sipping at my scolding hot coffee that burnt my tongue, making it painfully numb. My stomach lurching at the scolding heat licking within my stomach from the liquid. My throat begging for me to stop chugging the scolding liquid so it could cool down and stop burning.
My hearts pounding as I anxiously await Marks return so that Jack can continue explaining every detail of the dream. Jack is still trembling badly. That dream really had had him scared out of his skin.

"Do you remember all of the dream? Every little thing?" I ask after feeling awkward in the silence.

"I don't remember every detail of the dream, I was too scared to recount it again. But I guess you need to know what I remember." He explains. Sipping from his septiceye-Sam mug full off soothing steaming hot chocolate with bunny shaped marshmallow melting into it. A cinnamon stick through a layer of melting whipped cream too. 

"Well, recount and tell us what you do remember" Mark tells him, finally walking in and taking a seat on the couch with us. Also with a beverage. A black mug with a pink mustache, revealing a swear finger on the bottom of the mug as he took a sip of coffee.

"Whats up with you mug?" I chuckle. Mark raises an eyebrow.

"Nothing? Bitch, its as fabulous as always" he says in an extremely sarcastically sassy tone, taking another sip and exposing the under half of the mug. His glasses steaming up from the hot beverage. I roll my eyes with a smile then look down again at the poor trembling green bean.

"Ready to talk?" I ask. He nods.

" Well, it started of like a reality, enjoying a cuddle with Mark... But then Dark came in and saw me cuddling with you Mark. I told you I loved you and Dark heard it." Mark spits his coffee back into his mug. Jack had dreamt about him which was funny for me because then Mark blushes. He always does every time Jack says he had a dream with him. I don't understand why though, neither does Mark... Jack just laughs at him.

"Mark, stop being overreactive so he can continue" I say, giving Mark a slight shove. "Continue please Jack"

" Anyways... Dark wasn't happy with me saying I love you to both of you, arguing with me that I can't love both of you, then made me have to choose the one I really loved because there couldn't be two. All while Dark had ripped Mark off the bed and held him in his grasp ready to pretty much murder you Mark." Jack says as he appears distant, staring down at the table and holding the hot beverage in his hands on his lap.
"Then Darks flame hair grew in size and began to burn the roof above him and it catches on fire. Mark was afraid but didn't show it, he kicked Dark in the ribs, forcing Dark to drop him." I glance at Mark beside me, wondering if that would actually happen. Mark too busy looking at Jack to realize I was staring at him.
Mark changes his gaze, then realizing I was looking at him, he tilted his head and pulled a 'WTF do you want?' Face at me. I just shrug.
Jack places his hot chocolate on the coffee table in front of us, hugging his knees into his chest. His gaze still distant, his voice cracks a little as he begins explaining this part of the dream.
"Anti had suddenly appeared beside me.... I remember begging that it wasn't fake, that it wasn't a trick. That he was actually there. Anti and I look over at you guys expecting you to still be fighting... Instead, I was horrified to see Dark bare his teeth and bite down into Marks neck. Mark squirmed and kicked his legs, trying to get Dark off but your teeth were lodged deeply into his neck to get you off of him even when he had his hands trying to shove you off of him with blood squirting up from your bite and going all up his arms then next thing all I see is his hands fall and hit the ground and he just stops struggling." Jack doesn't take a breath as he continues and covers his head. Supporting himself with wide eyes and tears brimming at his eyes. This must be the reason Jack didn't want me near him.
He took a moment to breathe. We gave him that moment to breathe. He begins holding his head tighter.
" "Mark! Mark!" I screamed over and over. "Mark please!" I screamed again. But Mark made no movements or indication that he was alive. Then thick smoke suddenly filled my lungs, chocking me till I was unable to breathe." He moves a hand to his throat, exaggerating the choking. "Dark then turned towards me and Anti, his eyes were horrifying as they were blood red and full of fury with no mercy. His teeth dripped with Marks blood.... The whole room ablaze and falling apart around us." His tears fall
" 'You need to get out of here!' Anti yelled at me, yanked me off the bed. We tried running for the door but the room collapsed and trapped us under a big pole of burning wood. Then the part that had me shaken, the part that I couldn't differentiate between a dream or reality, he said to me: 'Listen to me Jack, I came in here to tell you Im not the same as the last time you saw me. I'm losing myself by the days. I can't even trust myself, so don't trust me. No matter what I say!' or something like that. But thats besides the point. He had to be warning me, because that part didn't feel like a dream. It was as if he went in to warn me and that's all we wanted, then made me wake up. I don't feel as though I woke up because of the nightmare." Jack finished his dream story. Taking his hot chocolate back in his grasp and gulping it down like a shot of alcohol... Since we won't let him near any.

"So thats why you wouldn't let me near you? Because in you dream I'd killed Mark?" I asked him. He jumped at hearing my voice, staring at me with wide eyes and simply nods. "Okay then, that makes sense, I don't blame you." I say in a calm voice even though I feel offended but scared at the same time. That in the dream he said how brutal and savage I'd turned towards them, that I'd lost all control and ignited the house aflame. But what concerned me more was the fact Anti was in his dream, that warning...