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

No going back now... As I watched Mark's body fall limply to the mattress, I couldn't help but feel guilt twist at my gut. Anti, however, praised the act of aggression, and as I snuck around the corners he would not shut up. It took all my willpower to not scream at him, make him shut his mouth.

Didn't think you had it in ya, Jack'a'boy

His laughter echoes through my head, and for a moment I panic someone else will hear it. Finally I spot it, the light shining in from the front doors, the thought of freedom taunting me.

I'm about to run for it, excited to feel the fresh air once more, but something stops me. A girl sat at the front desk, typing away at her computer, her short blonde hair pushed behind her ear. I silently cuss, wondering if there were another route.

Just knock her out... She's a tiny female... You can take her... One big blow is all it takes...

I mutter a quiet 'shut up' to him as he speaks. Voice deathly serious. What scared me more was when I began to consider the idea. He's right, just one blow over the head to knock her out, then I was free....

These thoughts instantly flee as I thought back. The way Mark fell so lifelessly, the way his breaths shortened... He tried to help me... comfort me... but I had to... I had to.

As the arguing in my head continues, I hear a phone ring. Glancing around the corner once more I watch as the female picks up the phone beside her, listening to whoever spoke and standing as she finished, setting the phone down and walking through one of the doors behind her. I silently smile, seemed someone was on my side this day...

I quickly walk around the corner, unable to help myself as I look at the nameplate sitting on the front desk.

Amy Nelson.... Well Amy... Today was your lucky day. I'm glad I didn't have to hurt anyone else...

Pushing my last bit of guilt away I swiftly walk out the door, the fresh, chilled air hitting my face pleasantly. I can't help a smile from spreading across my face as the slight breeze blows the hair atop my head. It's been so long....

Anti shuts his mouth as well, and I can almost feel a grin spread across his face at this small taste of freedom. A couple minutes pass before I leave that trance and begin walking, keeping out of sight as best as possible. Once I look down at the blue sweats and shirt I wore the thought hit me...

I need new clothes....

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

"Mark? Mark!?"

A voice calls through the darkness, slowly pulling me from it. I didn't want to... the darkness was comfortable, it calmed my nerves... I felt at peace. Clenching my eyes tighter closed I refused to leave it.

Until a throbbing starts, small at first a slight pressure on my skull, soon turns into a hammer pounding against my head. I bite my tongue as to not scream from the pain, the pounding in my ears worsens, until finally my eyes open to a bright room.

"Mark?"

The voice says again, I now recognize as female. Letting my blurry vision adjust I look up to Amy, her brown eyes studying my face with care. I feel her arms tighten around me almost thankfully as she watches me, noticing a confused look on my face.

"Do you know where you are?"

She lowers her voice. I take a minute, blinking a few times to clear a fuzz that fell around my brain. Where was I? What happened?

It slowly comes back... Sean... He was crying... I came in to comfort him... and-....

"Son of a bitch..."

I mutter. I quickly sit up from Amy's arms, despite her telling me to stay down. I clench my eyes shut as the room spins around me, and the throbbing in my skull returns full force, the pain almost nauseating me. Once I open my eyes again the room had stopped spinning, though I felt the pain sting with every slight movement.

I reach around to feel the back of my scalp and feel a wetness, causing my hair to stick together in that spot, when I bring my hand in front of my face again the crimson color that stained my hand made my stomach twist, and I felt bile rise in my throat.

"Should I call an ambulance?"

Amy's sweet voice pulls me away from the pain for a moment. I look over to her and gently shake my head, wincing as that intensified the hammering against my skull.

"Where's Sean?"

I mutter out the question, a part of me wanting to stand up, but the remembrance of the agony just sitting up caused stopped me. Amy gives me a confused look. I have no answer to her silent question. I don't' know why I care more about where Sean is... Perhaps because he doesn't seem stable enough to be among others. Especially when I haven't gotten even a guess of what's wrong with him.

"He's gone... We have cops looking for him and his picture is all over television... We'll find him before he hurts anyone."

I look to the female, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"He wouldn't hurt anyone..."

She gives me a strange look again, as though thinking I was joking. Once she realizes I wasn't she speaks again.

"You do know what got him here, right?"

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

I walk through all the back streets. I remembered the way perfectly, being trapped there gave me little to think about. So I follow that memory, leading me to where I needed to go. Hoping it hadn't changed.

Anti stayed silent, though I could feel a slight darkness from him, only making my suspicion grow more than it already had. I didn't trust that thing... not even a little...

After walking for what felt like miles I arrived at the familiar tall building. Looking up at it I can't help but let a small smile curl onto my lips. It felt like home. I walk inside, avoiding the front desk as well as the elevator and going up the stairs to the third floor. Making my way down the familiar hallway I finally come to a door at the end of the hall.

301...

I trace my hand over the small plaque on the door, letting it trail down to the doorknob. I twist it and let my smile grow... It wasn't locked... she never locked it... old habits die hard I guess.

I remember all the arguments we've had about that, the amount of times I told her to lock it, at least at night... But at this moment I'm glad she didn't listen.

I open the door silently and walk in. Everything was the same... but oh so different. Same old couch, same old tv, same old small kitchen.

I smile slightly, listening around the apartment. Nothing... She's not home yet... I walk in, following the hall until I reach the small bedroom, the blankets a bunched up mess at the bottom of the bed, and clothes scattered among the floor.

I walk in, opening the small closet and letting my hands wander over the female clothing that hung in front. Everything felt right again.

Pushing the clothing aside I feel nothing but relief at the box shoved to the back of the closet, opening it up I see many of my old clothes. She kept them... How sweet.

Pulling a few out I quickly change from the unflattering patient uniform.

Walking in front of the mirror that sat on the inside of the door I almost felt normal again. The black ripped jeans hugged me comfortably, and the baggy red shirt that fell loosely just below my hips. I felt like myself again.

Considering Anti still had yet to speak, I certainly did feel like who I used to be... Normal.

I hear the door open at the front of the apartment, and I feel my lips curl into a small smile as I began walking out.

Once out I look over to the female hanging a jacket on the coat rack and kicking her boots aside. Once she turns around she jumps to see me in the halls entrance.

"S-Sean?"

She sputters out softly, fear entering her beautifully blue eyes. I give a gentle smile leaning against the wall, letting my eyes wander over her familiar features. That curly brown hair, that perfect skin, adorable face. Her style which always complimented her greatly, a sweater with jeans and a scarf atop.

"Hey, Signe...."