Request from Yoomichi78 whom wanted some yanderiplier! Which I don't have any experience writing for but I hope you like it nonetheless! This is very dark, so read with caution.

Also, I'm going to take a short break from uploads, just for a few or so - due to stress with personal stuff but I will still be answering comments and messages! And I will be back in no time plus, if I don't take a break pepplestone will kick my ass!

'If I cant have you, nobody can.'

Mark sighed as he picked up the wooden picture frame, touching the glass and mumbling to himself. The frame held a photo of somebody that held his heart.

Jack, the quiet boy that sat at the back of the room; The one with the pretty blue eyes and Irish accent. The one that wouldnt even look his damned way. Mark threw the photo frame in a surge of anger, slightly surprising himself but breathing out as it clattered against the wall and the frame shattered. He then rushed over to it, picking it back off and brushing the broken glass from it, wincing as a shard cut his finger and it bled onto the picture.

"I'm sorry, I didnt mean it." He mumbled to the photo, running his bleeding finger across it.

Some would call this a crush and others a fascination or perhaps an obsession. The red headed man would call it love.

Mark wanted to know everything about Jack, wanted Jack to know everything about him and he was deteremind to get him to notice him even if it was just a glance from the ocean eyes in his direction he was sure it'd make it all worth it.

It being weeks of trying so hard to just get him to notice Mark, bumping into him, asking for a pencil, pretending to fall over in front of the man, anything.

So, going into college he arrived earlier than usual; determind that today was the day he'd get that glance. books in hand, a shy look on his face. Taking his seat - three seats from Jack. He wished he was closer to the man but alas thats how the plan was despite Mark trying to argue over it and protesting he couldn't see the board. Jack had never approached Mark, rather he would bump into him or ask him for an eraser and could hear his Irish twang through a mumble of 'yes' or 'watch it' and his heart would soar at the words. But today, Mark was counting his lucky stars as the Irish man approached him - his hair a little messy, eyes bluer than usual, his gauges visible.

"Can I borrow a pencil?" Don't fuck this up fischbach. Today is your lucky day.

"Uhh, sure." His hands were shaking as he handed the pencil over, their hands brushing and Marks head was swirling.

He had to calm down but fuck his heart was jack-hammering. Jack had an actually approached him and he didn't have to kill anybody for him too, today was a good day.

Mark was in the lunch hall when he saw the group of jocks - it was hard to miss them with there stupidly broad shoulders and posture which screamed 'I play sports'. He hadn't saw the Irishman behind them, telling them where to shove it; until he got closer. Mark was sure that if someone were beside him they'd hear the snap inside of him breaking. He had his lunch tray in his hands and he threw it at one of them, ruining his jacket, covering it in whatever slop he had picked up from the cafeteria - it didnt matter, then he hit another with the tray, storming as they scattered like birds flying off from hearing footsteps.

Bitches, Mark thought as he breathed heavily, anger coursing through his veins. However, it all disappeared like clouds clearing after a storm as he heard the irishman speak.

"Thanks, Mark." Jack actually knew his name. Speak up, Fischbach get your brain in gear! Say something; anything.

"Anytime." Idiot. but Jack laughed none the less which frankly, sounded better than any music he ever heard and he'd happily beat up countless jocks if he could hear it over and over. Before he bit off more than he could chew, Mark left - butterflies in his stomach.

;

Jack and Mark would sit together in class casual chit chat between the two and it fed the beast. The jealous, hungry beast inside of Mark; the one that told him to keep anyone and everyone away from Jack because Jack was his and his only. It wasn't that intrusive as Mark hadn't met anyone close to Jack yet.

Yet.

Until she, came along.

She being a brown haired, hazel eyed transfer studnet from Denmark. She just had to sit next to Jack with her cherry coloured lipstick and smile which was almost too real, tittering between fake and not. Mark nearly broke his borrowed pencil from Jack as soon as she started speaking to him in an accented voice. She was so much smoother with her words than Mark was, so grateful and mumbling a thank you as she flicked her hair.

Mark hated her.

The hatred and the beast were fulled the more they talked, the more she was closer to Jack than he was and okay maybe he had sharpened a knife or two. Mark would always try to grab Jacks attention and would but it would only be held for a few moments whilst she caught his attention all the damn time with her stupid red lipstick and batting eyelashes. Mark was just craving Jacks attention again, back to square one. He needed to do something dastrict too draw his attention to Mark and Mark only.

So, with a bit of trickery Mark stumbled up to Jack the next day, limping and wiping his bloody lip.

"Mark! What happened?"

"It was the girl from denmark her and bunch of thugs just..." He sniffed, turning away.

Play the part, Fischbach. Pull his strings like a master control.

"Thats awful, lets get you to the nurse!"

Dance, Jack, Dance.

;

It wasn't enough though, the girl must've batted those long eyelashes and pled innocence. Mark wanted to smack her but Jack came matching over; a question in his eyes.

"Did she really beat you up?"

Mark nodded, turning away like the memory was painful when really he was smiling and pleased with his make up work done that day.

"She's trouble, Jack." Mark titled his head like a puppy.

Jack was questioning his choices, Maybe Mark was right - perhaps she is trouble but surely she deserves a second chance? Jack was her only friend and she was new, needing a guide. But Mark seemed pretty convinced with his judgement.

;

Jack was a forgiving soul.

Mark knew it wouldnt be that easy, perhaps he should just wipe that bitch from the scene, get her away from his Jack. He was angry, jealous; possessive. He adored Jack with all of his might, loved everything about him from the blue hues of his eyes to the accented voice he bore - they were meant to live happy ever after without people ruining it, ruining the fairytale.

But Mark was no prince and Jack no damsel in distress.

Mark wasn't paitent either, yes he could have continued the act and be angry with Jack convince him that she was an evil, manipultive girl out for after anything she could get but that wasn't any fun.

What was fun though, was leaving her a note and ftelling her to meet 'Jack' at the tall part of the school. Mark tucked the little knife into a cute ribbon tucked away in a leg of his trousers, the blade a contrast to his skin. It shouldn't have thrilled him the way it did - but it put a smile upon his features as he neared the top of the school building, usually deserted due to how high up it was.

But she was here, her hair blowing in the wind as Mark got closer, like a bird stooping down to catch a mouse he approached her.

"He's for me, not for you." He hissed as she turned around, gasping.

Mark could just push her off, she was so close to the barrier.

Closer.

Nobody would know, she'd be gone forever. She'd leave Jack alone.

Closer.

He extended his arms out and shoved. She stumbled back and he could see the fear in her eyes as she slipped, falling, falling - like Alice down a rabbit hole.

He didnt hear the footsteps behind him until he turned around, ready to just walk away when he locked eyes with piercing blue ones filled with panic.

No, no!

"J-Jack!" The man stepped back, breathing heavy.

"You-You pushed her!"

Mark tried to walk closer to Jack, to explain.

"She can't have you.."

Jack froze, fear, disgust eveident in his features. Marks heart was shattering like it was made of glass and Jack had put a hammer through it.

"Monster!"

This isn't what he wanted, to see Jack so scared of him;

His heart clenched and tears fell upon his face and he didn't want to see that look upon Jacks face, to see him scared of him, where was his fairytale ending where was Jack running into his arms.

And he fell back, pass the railing; he didn't need a push.

Jack watched him fall, the cold air upon his face.

"I'll always love you."

Love makes you do horrible things, love drives you crazy.

Love is not like fairytales, sometimes its dark and twisted - sometimes its pain and rejection.

Sometimes its jealousy and possessiveness.

People always want what they cant have and for Mark, Jack was no exception.

(Please don't kill people you love its not very nice.)