((Sorry this one skips around with POV's so much :) ))

I release a relieved sigh at the familiar female's voice, and give a small smile.

"Hey Amy... What's up?"

The officer relaxes in the corner of my vision.

"Did you hear about Sean? The cops are looking for him, he's just gone..."

Her voice frantic I simply nod before remembering she couldn't' see the gesture.

"Yah I heard... I'm with an officer right now..."

My eyes instinctually dart towards the other man in the room. I hear her sigh on the other end of the phone.

"Oh right... I'll call back later then..."

"That would be best... See you around, Amy."

I hang up after her soft goodbye and look to the officer again who gives a simple nod.

"Right... I'll be on my way then..."

He leaves soon after that, leaving me to my stress. As my phone rings again I huff, grabbing it without looking at the number and put it to my ear.

"Amy, not now."

Silence... just a slight static before a soft voice breaks through, trembling with each word. But easily recognizable...

"Mark?"

~~~~~Jack's POV~~~~~

What do I do, what do I do, what do I do!?

Panicked thoughts race. Sure it's not my first time seeing blood, or even death, but this... this is so much worse than anything. The amount of anger I could feel from simply looking at Anti's masterpiece, it terrified me.

Speaking of... Only now do I notice the absence of the demon's usual taunts, or even bragging about his wrongdoings. Where was he? My head certainly doesn't feel empty, but the lack of another voice makes me feel truly alone, even if I usually enjoyed the silence.

Mark... I could call Mark... He'd help me, right?

I feel my heartrate pick up slightly.

If he sees this though... I'll scare him away... He'll lock me up again... But then again... What other option do I have? I don't have anyone else to turn to... not anymore.

I finally sigh, until my one limitation hits me... I don't own a phone... I feel my heart drop to my stomach, and curl up tighter. Honestly expecting to simply lay here and die next to this poor man...

The man...

My eyes slowly travel up again, skipping over the gory cavity, and face, going directly to his jeans... Maybe...

I shake my head, burying it into my quivering knees once more.

I can't do that... Isn't that worse... Looting his destroyed corpse...

I half expect that voice to pitch in, to tell me what to do, but more silence rings. I take a few minutes, sucking in a small breath. I lift my head once more, pushing away my more guilt-ridden thoughts.

Crawling forward, I avoid the crimson puddles best I can, still feeling some soak through my jeans from the grimy floor.

Once I reach the body the smell grows more intense, I feel the bile rise at the back of my throat once more, daring to spill out, but I push it back. I forcefully keep my eyes away from his torso, ignoring his lifeless gaze boring into me.

Shoving my last bit of guilt away I feel around his pockets, forcing back the urge to cry again. I doubt I could cry anymore, even if I wanted to...

My hope rises ever so slightly again as I feel the cold metal of his phone. I pull it out, and click it open. No password, I can't help but smile slightly, thanking whatever god that watched over me, and open up the number keypad.

Number... Number... What's Mark's number??

He'd given it to me, that much I remember, yet hadn't gotten me a phone yet...

I go back to my memory base, thinking until my fingers move over the buttons and it rings.

I crawl backwards again, the smell of decay blurring my vision, and taunting me with what I did... No I didn't do this... I just wasn't strong enough to stop it... I don't' know which is worse...

The phone rings... and rings....

What if he doesn't pick up...?

Finally I hear a click, and soon the familiar deep voice.

"Amy not now..."

I can't help but narrow my eyes. Amy? Isn't that the receptionist bitch? I shake these intrusive thoughts away, forcing my cracked, broken voice to come out.

"Mark?"

I can hear his breath hitch from the other end of the phone. Silence.

"Sean...?"

I smile slightly. He can help me... he can help me... I speak again, ignoring my scratchy throat.

"I need help..."

~~~~~Mark's POV~~~~~

My knuckles whiten as I grip the steering wheel. Foot pressed against the gas pedal until I travelled at least ten over the speed limit.

It took Sean a while to figure out where he was... However after having described the surroundings it was clear he was out of town... How he got out there, I still have no idea... But I drove.

He described what seemed like a farmhouse. So I stopped at each one. After the second one, I finally stop. This is the one... Listening to the feeling in my gut, I climb out of my car, looking at the ajar doors, and dark inside.

However before I can even take a step I feel the familiar pressure against my skull. I stop, feeling being lost from my legs, yet I remain standing.

I push against, almost regaining feeling, but ultimately he takes control. I continue to fight back for control, having grown more familiar to the feeling, but he has none of it, and takes over once again.

~~~~~Dark's POV~~~~~

"Mark... Stop..."

I give a soft growl as the numbness fades. Mark doesn't listen, continuing his fight for dominance. He's grown stronger, growing accustomed to these things, but I manage to keep him back by just a hair.

I huff as he tires himself out rather quickly. If Anti happened to still be in control I doubt Mark could handle him... And if it was Jack... Well then Mark can step in... As I doubt the human trusts me...

I make my way inside with no hesitance, and as the door pushes open the smell of death hits me immediately. A smell so familiar I don't flinch, simply continuing my voyage inward.

However as a body comes into view, that's when I stop. Some poor human, chest ripped open, skin torn as though merely paper, red decorated everything. It's been a long time since Septiceye's been this furious... I feel Mark cringe in my head at the sight, if he were in control I'm sure the contents of his stomach would have spilled out.

A couple small sniffles draw my attention to a corner of the building, no less red than anything else in the structure.

The green hair makes it obvious, and the nearly silent sobs tell me it's certainly not Anti.

I feel Mark nudge against my skull again, as though telling me to give him his body back. It's not Anti... so I should... The plan was to let Mark deal with Sean...

But as I look at his curled up figure, red staining his skin and dragged throughout his hair, hearing his soft whimpers, I feel my chest tighten. He looked broken...

Mark continues pushing, but I hardly feel him, stepping forward noiselessly until I stood directly above him. He doesn't look up, simply stiffening gently as my shadow passes over his small form. I feel my hand twitch, longing to reach out and comfort the small human...

But why? Why should I care what Anti does to his vessel? I shouldn't... but... he looks so broken....

And I can put him back together....

~~~~~~Jack's POV~~~~~

I don't' look up as the door creaks open, nor when a large shadow passes over me. If anything I bury my head deeper within my knees, blocking out each smell, each noise, everything that surrounded me.

Tears no longer ran down my face, eyes dried out, throat scratched, allowing only small whimpers to escape me. Even those I try to muffle within the stained fabric of my jeans.

What finally makes me look up is when I feel a hand rest on my shoulder. The kindness within the touch, the warmth, I almost feel my body untense. Assuming it to be Mark I hesitantly lift my head, half-expecting fear-filled chocolate brown eyes.

So when instead I met a familiar pair of crimson orbs, I felt my heart rate increase. I instinctively let out a panicked almost yelp, crawling further into my corner as though to escape him. He says nothing, doesn't move.

I force my panic away and truly look into his red eyes, matching the color staining the room around me. His normally stoic face almost looked kind, irises swimming with a mixture of pity, sympathy, care?

Could demons even feel sympathy?

I feel my eyes prick with tears at the emotions, I don't know why, maybe because it seemed like someone actually cared, even if this demon. And as his voice comes out, that's when I finally break down.

"Let me help you, Sean..."

The compassion in his voice... The way his eyes studied my face... I feel tears build up. And as they begin to spill down my face I let my heart take over.

I lunge into the demons arms, tears flowing even faster than they had before, sobs growing louder as I cling to him.

I feel the demon tense up, and for a moment I regret my decision, I think of pulling away. However hardly a minute passes before he relaxes, and I feel his hand move underneath me, lifting me off of the sticky floor and carrying me close to his chest.

I bury my head into his shirt, letting the sobs escape me with a newfound force. I hated seeming weak, I truly did, but now I don't care... Something about Dark, even though he's a demon, like Anti, I can't help but feel safe here, curled up against him, feeling his warmth.

I felt like he can protect me... Like he can help me through all of this.... He can fix me...

My sobs die down after a little while, after he'd begun carrying me out of the building. Away from the gruesome sight, away from the stench of death, away from it all. As I grow silent, feeling my eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, I hear his voice, and I can't help but curl up closer to the safe warmth.

"Let's go home... Sean..."