Verisimilitude

🎵The Heat of the Moment🎵

Jack held his breath as Mark finished running to their destination. The familiar sensation of grass between his toes was the first sense that blasted over him, the second was scent, the scent of trees and withering flowers and vines.

Mark walked off for a moment, making his way inside to grab a few things.

Jack glassy blue eyes scanned over the structure before him. The familiar chipped stone and the hard carved doorway. Vines creeping over the rectangular outside walls and the misplaced titles on the roof.

" We're back at the cabin" Jack breathed.

Mark walked up to Jack again, handing him a clean pair of shoes and a fresh change of clothes. The Irishmen took it happily, ripping off the rest of his shredded shirt and replaced it with his new white shirt. He'd leave everything else for later.

Mark placed his own garments down on the grass, hoping that they wouldn't get to wet or dirty. He stood up straight, his eye line following jack to the cabin before them. The Half German stuffed his hands in the pockets of his worn shorts, his fingers grazing over the few objects he had just stored there.

" I might just miss it" Jack spoke.

It was quiet for a moment, Jack's memories overthrowing the absence of noise. He remembered when he first had began to build it. The concrete foundation had just been payed for a few hours when it lightly rained, causing the base to have small craters in it. The wooden frame had fell a few times because he had nothing to hold it up as he corrected angles and bolted beams together.

" I won't fucking miss it" Mark snapped, ripping Jack out of his thoughts.

Sean watched as Mark pulled matches and lighter fluid from his pocket. He walked over to the front door, absentmindedly picking up a decent sized log from the garden bed that had probably been dropped on a cold night when firewood was needed. He then dropped it on the cement door step, making sure part of it touched the wooden frame.

Mark bit off the top of the bottle cap and sprayed the wooden doorway all around and then open the door itself, spraying a thick path to were he threw in the remains of the bottle. He stepped back outside and closed the door, locking it because why the fuck not.

" You said the frame is metal, it should burn easy. There's floorboards and wooden walls as well not to mention the roof" Mark said, getting ready to strike a match.

Jack sighed.
" I made the basement entirely out of metal and cement so it could be un-touchable".

Mark frowned, striking the match, throwing it into the flames. It immediately caught lit, the flames licking the fluid up, taking flame to the wood also. It would be minutes before most of the structure was on fire.

" Let's hope that the lock melts into the trap door itself so it can't be opened again then" Mark commented.

Jack watched Mark turn his back to the cabin, clearly ready to leave.

" Or the fire department break it open because they think there's someone downstairs and then they find Shane" Jack said.

Mark frowned again.
" We haven't got time to think about that, we only have time to get the fuck out of here before someone sees the smoke".

Jack turned to Mark, the light from the growing fire illuminating his face even more so then the midday sun. He looked forlorn, lost without a place to go. Home was not an option, neither was the cabin now, that left the boy with nothing.

" Where do we go?" He asked.

Mark smiled sideways, showing off his fangs in the light. He picked Jack up again, knowing that he wouldn't be able to catch up to his pace of running. He held the man strong in his arms.

" My father's old cabin, no one will find us there. We'll be free to do whatever we please".

With that Mark sprang off into the forest just as sirens were heard in the distance.

Wind whipped through Jack's ears and made his eyes water. He held tight onto Mark as they sped through the trees.

" Will I get a downstairs again?" Jack asked, the question being much more loaded then it sounded.

Mark chuckled.
" Of course".

End