Jack's eyes open slowly, the room around him dark. He groans as he sits up, only to be pulled back to the bed. His eyes open widely as he realizes his hands were tied to the bedpost above his head, he tugs against the bindings, but only manages to make his wrists sore.

His blue eyes scan the room panicked. It was the bedroom he shared with Mark, but all the lights were out, and a feeling of unease lingered. Finally his eyes land on a figure, tall, well-sculpted, at closer inspection it was Mark.

A small breath of relief escapes Jack as he recognizes the man, he opens his mouth to speak, to ask what was going on, but all words leave him as those chocolate brown eyes shift to a deep red, ones that still sent fear shivering down his spine.

Jack gulps as he pulls against the ropes on his wrist again, though they don't budge, he can feel his wrists begin to bleed from the rope burn, but continues to struggle. He kicks out as Dark moves closer to him, ignoring his cries for help. Dark simply grins, his smile sending shivers down the green haired man's spine, and forcing his voice to a halt.

All he could do was watch, frozen with fear, as Dark moves closer, a sharp knife in his hand which he raises, his sinister smile simply continuing to grow. That sharp smile making Jack's body shake, the smile still very familiar in his mind.

"You will be mine..."

Dark growls softly, his voice deep and gruff. With that he shoves the blade down, until it pierced through Jack's stomach. The green haired man tries to scream, but nothing comes out as blood flows from the wound, staining his shirt and the sheets beneath him. Finally, everything goes black, the last thing he saw was those deep red eyes, filled with a dark joy.

Jack shoots up from bed, his hand instantly going to his stomach, expecting to feel blood staining his t-shirt, thankful when he didn't. He sucks in a couple of large breaths, his body shaking, and his hair soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead.

He sucks in a few more breaths, calming slightly, at least enough that he no longer shook. He sighs and looks around the room, half-expecting to see Dark with him, holding a blade, and smiling evilly. However, there was nothing. Nothing but the remaining fear from his nightmare.

He sighs and pushes a hand through his sweat drenched hair, pushing it back from his forehead.

"It was just a dream... just a dream..."

The Irish man mutters to himself. Shaking away the last remains of the nightmare he stands from the bed, legs still shaky and threatening to give out, though he forces himself to walk. Blue eyes scanning each inch of the room around him, his nerves still on edge. That dream had felt too real.

He makes his way to the bathroom, holding onto the wall as he did, and silently begging his legs to regain their strength. Dread twisted at his gut as he walked in and past the mirror. He catches a look at his reflection.

His blue eyes were tired, deep circles underneath them, his face was paler than usual, making the small cut stand out even more on his face. He sighs quietly, reaching up to touch the cut that had scabbed over by now. Too bad everything wasn't a dream, Dark was still here, inside of Ken... and Jack couldn't tell anyone.

Shaking away his fear-inducing thoughts Jack strips of his clothes, forcing himself to climb into the shower. Hoping the hot water could wash away the thoughts. However he couldn't stop Dark's voice from echoing in his head.

You will be mine.

Jack stayed in the shower for about an hour, losing track of time and getting lost in his rampant thoughts. However, he eventually climbs out, instantly missing the warmth of the water that flowed over his skin.

He walks back into his bedroom, holding the towel tightly around him as he digs through his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of gray sweatpants, and a baggy black sweatshirt.

He pulls his clothing on and releases a sigh. Feeling a bit better, if it weren't for the terror that twisted in his gut, forcing his muscles to tense with each movement.

Forcing himself to walk out of the door was a struggle, each time he opened a door he expected Dark to be there, whether it was in Ken's body, or Mark's like in his dream.

The green haired man makes his way down the stairs, hanging tightly onto the railing as he was afraid his legs would give out. When he told Mark he'd had a panic attack, it wasn't a full lie. He did have a slight panic attack, however he couldn't' tell why. He couldn't tell Mark about Dark... Dark would kill him, and that couldn't happen.

Finally he makes it downstairs, and goes towards the kitchen, his stomach grumbling. Despite all that had happened he was hungry, it'd been quite a bit since he'd eaten. According to the time he'd slept for about three hours, much longer than he should have, and by now it was around five.

Jack hesitantly enters the kitchen, seeing the red haired man standing in already, empty bags filled the trash, showing Mark had already managed to put everything away.

Each step hesitant the green haired man walks forward, seeing Mark instantly brought him back to his nightmare, seeing Dark inside of him again. It made him cautious.

"Mark...?"

The Irish man asks softly. Mark straightens up and turns around, watching as Jack relaxed slightly, as though he was expecting someone else.

"Hey Sean... How are you feeling?"

The red haired man asks reaching forward and gently leading Jack to one of the stools at the counter. Jack obliges and sits down, resting his hands in his lap and subconsciously messing with the hem of his sweatshirt.

"Fine... I guess... thanks..."

He responds softly, letting his eyes follow Mark as he grabs a glass, filling it with water and placing it in front of the green haired Irish man. His brown eyes watching him worriedly. Jack refused to meet those brown eyes, the remnants of his nightmare making him unable to, afraid they'd turn to that all too familiar crimson.

"Where are Felix and... Ken?"

Jack asks softly, realizing the house was really silent. Mark shrugs and leans against the counter, his brown eyes continuing to analyze the small green haired man.

"Felix went on a walk a while ago and Ken, I have no idea."

The red haired man responds with a shrug. This makes Jack relax even more into his seat, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, at least for now.

"Sean...?"

Mark asks softly, worry lacing his tone. Jack looks up at him, already sure of what he was going to ask.

"What really happened up there... that isn't a shaving cut..."

He asks the question Jack was dreading. The green haired man opens his mouth to respond, but unable to come up with a lie, shuts it again, his blue eyes travelling downward to his hands that continued playing with the bottom hem of his baggy sweatshirt.

"Mark..."

Jack finally manages to utter, forcing his blue eyes upward until he stared into those calming chocolate brown orbs. He could tell him... Mark could help him.

"It-"

The door slams before Jack can speak another word, causing the green haired man to jump in his seat. Felix soon walks into the kitchen, a bored expression on his face. He had said he was taking a walk, however his breath wasn't even slightly heavy.

"Hey."

The Swede greets simply, walking to the fridge instantly and pulling out a can of soda. He opens it and takes a large gulp before finally looking at the two men, first Mark and then Jack.

"Why the long faces?"

He asks with a raise of his eyebrow, finally noticing the tension that seemed to absorb the kitchen. Mark looks at him and shakes his head forcing a small smile.

"Nothing, just a long day."

The red haired man replies with a sigh, running a hand through his dyed hair. Felix nods slightly, his blue eyes travelling over to Jack who studied him carefully.

"What happened there?"

The Swede questions, walking forward and gently reaching forward, his finger brushing against the wound on the Irish man's cheek, which had scabbed over, and already began looking better. Having not been a large cut, it wouldn't take long to heal.

"I uh... cut myself while shaving..."

Jack mutters almost inaudibly, moving his face away so Felix's hand moved off of the cut. Felix looks at the wound for a bit longer, his blue eyes studying, disbelieving at Jack's story, though he didn't say that, simply nodded.

"Where's Ken...?"

The blonde Swede shoots another question, his blue eyes moving to Mark who simply shrugged, silently questioning the annoyance in the Swede's voice.

"He went out."

The man responds simply, studying the Swede as he turned away and walked to the kitchen door, stopping before he walked out.

"When he gets back... tell him I need a word with him... immediately..."