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Sean smiled at the door guard as he exited his work building, flashes from multiple cameras coming from inside. The security door was  closed and locked behind him. The boy was left in the parking lot with his duffel bag and his wallet, needing a way home.

Tyler was busying taking care of Ethan as he was sick and of course couldn't be taken to hospital. Matthias was off the map, even going so far as to reject all of his calls. Whether that be because of a personal matter or because he simply didn't like Jack anymore, is unknown.
Amy is busy with Dan and Phil as is Felix.

" That leaves public transport" Seàn muttered to himself.

The Irishmen stopped at the nearest bus stop, with the streets darkening by the minute, he had to get home fast. Jack checked his phone out of curiosity.

" 6 pm, 3% battery?!" He whispered shouted to himself.

Before Jack could shut it off to save power. A call came through.

Matthias

Sean didn't hesitate to answer. He hasn't spoken to his friend in a while. Maybe something was wrong.

" Hello? Matt?" Jack questioned.

" Hello, we have to make this fast. I have Mark and-".

Matt was cut off as Jacks shitty phone began to die because of battery.

" Mark? Is he okay? You have him? Where are you?!" Jack practically yelled.

" Nate, gave him-. Were at-".

The line went silent, Jack pulled the device away from his ear to see that the call was still on and he had one percent.

" Where are you?" Seàn asked frantically.

" You're apartment and-".

The phone line went dead, the whole device shutting off. Jack wanted to throw the hand held in anger, but instead placed it in his pocket.

The man glanced down the road to see his bus was no where in sight, with all the stops he wouldn't get to his home anytime soon. Jack looked the other way, in the direction of his apartment. It was all the way across town.

Bus?

No

Jack took a big breath in and out.

" I'm coming Mark" he told himself.

The Irishmen broke out in a sprint towards the direction of his home. Hoping that Mark would still be there. His legs tired quickly and his breaths became difficult to obtain, but that didn't stop him. He weaved through running cars to cross streets while his mind calculated he best possible way to get to his home faster. He would jump fences if he had too and that's what he did. The Irishmen impressively vaulted over a green fence, avoiding a dog locked on a chain.

He only hoped Mark would be there.
He hoped he'd be okay.
He didn't even care how he got there, he just cared if he was there at all.

It had been months and Jack needed someone. No he needed Mark.

So he could take care of him and cuddle with him and be there for him through thick and thin. So he could see his smile and see his eyes light up when he spoke of something exciting.

Jack raced up the stairs of his apartment building, making huge bang sounds as he struggled up the stairs. Almost falling multiple times. His phone had probably smashed in his pocket as he fumbled. Darkening bruises lined his arms but he didn't care.

All he cared about what Mark.

Then finally, Seàn stood out front of his white door. A small note attached with tape to the handle.

He's inside, no loud noises, no television and please try and keep your attacks under control. He needs you right now.
I had to leave him, I have police on my tail.

-Matt

Jack shoved the piece of paper in his pocket and gently opened the door as to not have it bang. No loud noises?

Why no loud noises?

The Irishmen looked around his dark apartment to see that no lights had been turned on and it didn't seem like anyone was there. He cautiously closed he door and locked it before flipping the light on.

The lounge room was empty, no one on the couch, no one in the kitchen.
That only left the bathroom, the toilet and Sean's own room. 

The boy set his bag down near the kitchen counter, it landed with a small click as it came into contact with the floor. The green haired boys next steps lead him to his bedroom door which was open, something that usually wasn't open.

Jacks heart leapt as he turned the light switch on to see Mark, laying, sleeping soundly in the bed. He seemed to be okay. With no injuries that he could see.

For a second time Sean's eyes welled with happy tears and he rushed over to him. Jack smiled at Marks now grown out brown hair, it fluffed over his eyes. His bare arms laid with old scars and bruises, not nothing that medicine wouldn't fix. He laid over the blanket, with tricky dacks on but no socks.

Jack gasped when he saw what seemed to be old burns on Marks face. The red, irritated skin stretched over his eyes and claws down his right cheek. It looked painful, they would have to get treatment for that.

" Mark" Jack cooed softly.
" Mark wake up".

When there was no response from Mark, Jack reached out to gently shake him awake. But before his hand could even connect with his bare arm Mark spoke.

" Don't touch me" He deadpanned, his voice demeaning and angry.

Jack moved his whole body away. He didn't expect Mark to react like that. Had be been awake the whole time?

Sean stood back as Mark sat up in bed, swinging his legs for his feet to hit the harsh carpet. Jack noticed that he hadn't opened his eyes and his face held blank.

" Mark are you okay?" Jack questioned softly, kneeling down to his sitting height.

In response Mark seemed to sob softly, a cry escaping his throat. Sean softly brushed his fingers up against Marks knuckles, the man flinched away at first. But when Jack tired again he found he was able to hold his hand in an effort to comfort him.

" Mark, what's wrong?" Jack asked. 

Sean's blood ran cold when he saw what happened next. Mark had opened his eyes, two white orbs sat inside his sockets. No colours, but with an outline where the colour used to be. There was no more chocolate brown, no more warm eyes. Just white motionless orbs at stared directly into Jacks soul.

" I can't see" Mark cried.