Part 14

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[Just a short update cause I was bored!]

When I woke up again, the first thing I did was hiss in pain. I blinked, clearing my vision. I wish I didn't. I found myself on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Mark was crouched next to me. I moved my hand to the painful stinging in my side, but Mark grabbed it and pulled it away.

"Don't move. You're hurt." My gaze drifted to my stomach. My side was slick with blood. I suddenly felt dizzy.

"What happened?" I asked. Mark pressed his hand against the wound to stop the blood flow. I cried out in pain but tried not to move.

"I'm not sure." As he spoke, I noticed something on his left forearm. A string of numbers and letters, with a barcode underneath.

MEF062889

"What do you think these are for?" I asked, weakly gesturing to our tattoos. His eyes widened slightly when he saw mine, but he shook it off.

"I don't know." I nodded, expecting that answer. I looked around the room. Jackson was pacing near the door, while Jack was sitting with his back against the wall, studying what seemed to be a burn mark on his arm. I gasped and sat up, biting my lip to stop from shouting in pain, and leaned against the wall. Mark looked like he wanted to protest my actions but he stayed silent.

"Did I do that?" I asked. Jack seemed to take a moment to realize I was talking to him. He turned away from the burns to look at me. He hesitated.

"Technically, no." I turned my head to the side in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He paused before answering.

"It was you Demon... Fyre." I gaped at him. Jackson glanced at Jack curiously.

"How do you know her name?" I asked, recalling that Mark didn't seem to remember evens when his Demon was in control.

"Anti and I... we talk sometimes. And before you ask, yes I remember things that happen when he's in control." I was shocked. At a complete loss for words, I merely nodded. Suddenly the last of my adrenaline wore off, and pain rushed over me again. I slid back down the wall to lay on the ground. Black spots danced in my vision, and I blacked out.

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