Verisimilitude

Do you think this is healthy?

Mark coughed, the action dry and taxing on his already stressed body. He still hug from the ceiling, his shoulder long dislocated and his circulation lost. His fingers felt colder than mouth Everest. That least that's what he'd imagine, if he could actually feel them and if he'd actually been on Everest before.

" How long as it been?" Mark asked, his tone low for him to be heard.

Jack's head rolled from right to left and back, his eyes fighting to roll to the back of his head. He too was feeling like death himself. His limbs had long lost feeling and his stomach no longer knew what full meant. Not to mention that his head felt both as light and as heavy as can be.

" Around, three days, maybe two" Jack answered his voice also strangled.

Mark sighed as his toes scrapped the ground and he turned in a semi circle. His eyes scanned the walls for the hundredth time, for a way out. There were no tools, desks, no even a wall he could reach with his feet to get swinging. He had almost attempted to get his own momentum up and plant his feet on the ceiling to rip off the chains. Hence his dislocated joints and his headache.

" They wouldn't just leave us here?".

Jack shook his head, his faded hair falling in his eyes, the contact stinging. Although he didn't mind, over the pain of his broken ribs and his cuts and bruises, watery eyes was nothing.

" I think Felix probably gets off on leaving us to starve" Jack said, a hint of manic in his voice.

" We both know I'll go instincts again and probably kill you" Mark deadpanned.

It was quiet for a moment, as the reality of the situation soaked into Jack's shoulders. He attempted to shuffle in his seat, attempted to move his fingers. But all he could do in grunt in pain as he tried.

" That's probably Felix's plan".

" What do you have to go through to be that twisted?" Mark spat, literal spit falling from his blue lips.

Jack sulked, his expression falling.
" Me" he answered.

It went quiet again.

" We're going to die here" Mark dribbled.

Jack sighed, his mind going over his high school times tables yet again. To keep him entertained he had shuffled trough memories, sung old songs, even acted out television shows in his mind.

It was strange to think of the days when he went to high school. When his base problems were his grades, his mother and what Felix and Dan said to other people.
Those were much simpler times, but no cleaner then this situation now.

" I'll kill him" Jack started.
" I'll rip the flesh of Felix's bones and eat it".

Marks worry spiked as he saw Jack's fists start to clench. Anger boiling in his veins, energy coursing through him, although after all his dehydration and starvation, he shouldn't be able to move them. After the dehydration, dis-circulation and disfigurement, no human would be able to move. So what made him so filled with anger that it duh into his back up energy.

" I'll kill him, when I get out off here, and I will! I'll kill him!" Jack yelled, his voice dipping in and out due to the conditions. It randomly grew course and rough, then dipped much deeper and higher than he should be able to go.

Mark clenched his jaw. Murder was over the line. But the look in the humans eyes gave Mark no doubt, presented with the opportunity he'd do it, if he wasn't talked down.

Sean stated to rock back and forth the slightest bit he was able to. His eyes had the same manic and crazy as someone would after they had taken a life for joy. And honestly, it worried Mark dearly.

Mark opened his mouth to speak, only to feel a distinct snap, or rather a shatter, or perhaps a throaty gargoyle. Of his vocal chords giving up. They'd gone for two long without water or moisture. Mark was surprised he was able to keep from hulking out, but it does fluctuate from time to time. Mark had no idea how long he'd last, he was a ticking time bomb.

Not to mention now he was unable to talk Seàn down. He couldn't talk at all, and there was absolutely no way to communicate that fact to Jack.

~

Shane's hands nervously rubbed together from the cold as he walked. Waddled and hurried, he made his way through the semi-dense forest, making sure not to trip on rocks like he usually did. Avoiding the overhanging branch of a tree, he sniffled, winter was setting in again.

The red head gulped as his crystal eyes landed on the familiar wooden hut, one he'd grown to loathe much more than himself. The whole structure had death scrubbed into its walls, scripture only few could read, Shane was one of those people.

Icy hands gripped an icy handle and the door swung open with a crackling screech. Nothing had been maintained in a long time. The rotten pizza and split beer stood true to that.

Shane walked on, blowing warm breath into his cupped hands before rubbing them together as he started to shiver. He never did really like the cold.

" Just go down stairs and let them go it will be okay, you're okay, you're doing what's right" The boy mumbled to himself.

He didn't know if it was him going over what'd he say to the boys when he went down stairs or if he was reassuring himself of his motivation. He knew he had a choice, leave people to rot, or try and help.

Sometimes even when you hate someone, they don't deserve what Felix has put them through. Shane never anticipated so much anger to come from him after Mark attacked him.

Much like Shane did, Felix took it out on the one of the couple he was less mad at. Emotional pain is always worse than physical pain.

The man knelt down, his fingers wrapping around the handle for the floor trap. He froze as it grew silent, or rather, he noticed the absence of noise.

The man had a moment of doubt. That maybe what he was doing wasn't as good as he had thought it to be. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to let Mark go, or even Jack for that matter, they'd surely rip out his organs.

But it'd be inhuman to leave them here like Felix had wanted.
Is been two days and Shane was pretty sure Mark woke up yesterday.

" Even if they do attack me, it's worth it to save two lives. I just hope Ryland will understand".

With that he took in a gulp of courage with a side of oxygen and opened the trap door.

Inside it could be seen that the neon lights shone brightly. It even hurt Shane's perfect eye sight.

The man descended the stairs, his hands trailing the hand railing. Shane checked the temperature of the room, poking his head down to survey the area.

He saw Mark, who seemed almost comatose hanging in the corner, looking greyer and pale-r than ever. He was no threat to Shane's plan. Jack sat with his back to the door, but showed no signs of moving.

Shane hoped that he wasn't dead and as he approached his face twisted in horror.