Verisimilitude

They will pay

The atmosphere had a dead man's touch against Mark's bare back. The vampire didn't remember shedding his clothes as he slowly came too. He was surprised that he did at all, that he hadn't slipped into a coma once again.

Dull ripping pain spiked through his shoulders and up his arms, his limbs and sockets being stretched. His hands were chained above his head, it seemed to be the only thing holding him up vertically.

Mark's toes grazed the metal floor barely as he swung slowly in the non-existing wind. As he opened his eyes, he saw the cold room before him.

Sean now sat in the metal chair Mark had once been. The boy was slumped, small snores escaping his lips with rhythm. He had long been asleep, or unconscious.

The vampire sighed, licking his chapped lips. As his shoulder slowly dripped with blood, like a leaking tap. He could feel his health slowly pulling away from him. His face felt heavy as did his limbs. It reminded him of when he was human, the summer he spent in bed with the flu as a boy.

A quiet pained groan was heard from Jack, a breathy choke and a hiss. The Irishmen choked out blood, it fell from his lips and onto his lap in a gulp. Where it sat, sad, disgusting and alone.

" Jack?" Mark harshed out, his breath no more than a horse whisper.

The vampire attempted to swallow, it felt like sand inside his throat. He must have been knocked out for days, his whole digestive track felt like a desert.

Mark could see that Jack hadn't heard him. His head was still slumped in pain as was the rest of his body. He had been sitting days with his friends body, but the soul of that body had been absent. No wonder he didn't even think to look up.

" Jack!" Mark yelled, sounding more like an old man.

Sean raised his head, revealing the teeth marks littered all over his neck, the numerous bruises on his arms and the cuts on his chest. His shirt hung ripped and stained over his slim shoulders

When Jack saw Mark, his eyes didn't lit up like the vampire had hoped. They looked at him with tears and sorrow. Mark only saw pain, the look of a man at the end of his rope.

All Jack could do was let out a strangled sob as he cried, his tears wetting his lap even further. His shoulders shook as each cry came out of his mouth, his arms making the iron chains around them rattle.

Marks heart broke at that moment. Not because he was chained to the ceiling. Not because his death was most likely certain. Not even because his best friend was brought down to a blubbering mess.

But because he knew that man not to cry. He knew the man to stand strong against all enemies. He had saw him being beaten, electrocuted and he didn't even break a sweat.

Whatever was done to him must have been astronomical.

Now he struggled to even speak as he cried.

Mark closed his eyes, feeling salty water leaking from them as he did so. He only had so much liquid to lose and these tears may be the last drops of it.

Shane and Felix had done this to them. All for something as petty as revenge.

Mark had never fully understood what Jack had done to the people he had tortured. Even though he had been one of them. But that this moment, the punishment did not fit the crime.

" They will pay" Mark whispered to himself, his voice horse and deep.

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Dan walked through the house, making his way past the patterned kitchen and out the front door. His movements were slow, each step felt like another inch towards his own personal hell.