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Jack's POV

Fuck this.

I looked over to Felix then at Mark, debating on what I should do. Fighting Mark is clearly not an option right now, as much as I would love to beat the absolute shit out of him, I can't. he can control me anytime he wants, just snap, and I'm back under his control.

I need strategy, a good one. My first strategy was to get that knife out of Mark's hand.

I stare at Mark, who only looked at me with a sadistic smirk, his reddish-brown eyes flashing dangerously at me.

"I'll give you a chance, Jack. You can either join me willingly, I won't control you....or....." He trailed off as he pointed the deadly knife to my face "..I'll just have to force you.." He looked at Felix '...the both of you to join me.." 

"Hey, hell no" Felix sassed and I quickly snapped my head to him, glaring at him with my now blue eyes, telling him to shut the fuck up.

Felix got the message, and he pursed his lips, glaring at Mark.

I turned back to Mark, who was looking at me, smirking. "Well, I didn't know you have the power to keep a rabid dog under control...even I can't do that.."

I growled. How dare he.

"Felix is not a rabid dog....his just.....an asshole.." I muttered, and I could clearly feel that Felix wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.

Mark raised an eyebrow, smirking "no matter, rabid dog or asshole, his still someone I need to whip into shape"

I snickered under my breath. It takes more than a deadly weapon to whip Felix into shape.

Mark turned his attention to Felix, staring at him for a while before turning his attention to me, staring at me.

"Now, what we were talking about. The offer is still up if your willing to join me"

I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned to look at Felix.

"You up for the offer, bro?" I asked, and he looked at him. Even with the bruise all over his face, he smirked, looking at me.

"över min javla döda kropp" Felix spat and I smirked, nodding before turning my attention back to Mark.

So that's a no.

You know what? Fuck strategies, time for some violence.

Mark tilted his head slightly, looking at the both of us, raising an eyebrow "so what's the answer? Will it be a yes..or no..?"

It was then I realized I still had the blade in my hand, and I clutched it tightly, looking at Mark, my lips twitching into a smirk.

"It's a solid fuck no, asswipe"

Mark grinned, cracking his neck left and right, looking at us.

"I knew you would say that, obviously. So.." He pointed the knife at me "..I'll just have to do this the hard way, my favorite way.."

I clutched the Spartan blade harder, growling at Mark "...it's my favorite way of saying fuck you too. So I guess we're even.."

Mark smirked, his eyes half lidded "..you know, we're not so different if you come to think about it..."

I raised an eyebrow, glaring at him "Oh really? Then do you have a friend that yells at you for no fucking reason at 3 in the morning..?" I challenged, smirking as I looked at him.

Mark shrugged "eh, mine wakes me up at 4 in the morning.."

I shrugged "close enough.." 

And we attacked.

Mark went first, running to me with the knife raised, bringing it down to me and I effortlessly dodged it, watching as the knife swung down.

I then swung sideways, my hand was clenched into fist as I grabbed the handle, swinging for Mark's stomach, but he dodged it, the knife cutting into the fabric of his shirt instead.

"You know, I always forgot how good you were when fighting.." Mark grinned as he swung for me again, aiming for my leg, but I jumped, did a back flip and kicked Mark in the face.

"And I forgot how bad you were when fighting.." I spat back and he looked at me, growling, his eyes flashing black, unfortunately reminding me of my not so freedom.

"Watch what you say, Mcloughin, you may regret it later..." Mark growled, and I cracked my neck.

"I don't regret, Fischbach.." I taunted, make sure to heavy my accent when saying his name.

Mark growled, and clenched his fist, and instantly, I fell to one knee.

Oh come the fuck on.

I tried getting up, but it was no use, I couldn't budge my legs, it was like I was glued to the ground.

Mark then ran for me, the knife up in the air again, ready to slice me to pieces.

I ducked, making myself looked like a turtle in instinct, and Mark's knife was inches from cutting my hair.

Huh, so the only thing I can't move is my legs. Okay then.

I look at Mark and smirked as he raised his knife to bring it down. I raised mine, and both our weapons clashed.

Mark growled, his eyes squinted as he looked at me "Give up, you will never win against me..."

"I had beaten you plenty of times...and I can do it again and again. In fact, I can do this all day.."

"If you say you have beaten me like you did, then...why am I still here...?"

"Because you always cheat, you sack of cheating ass"

Mark laughed and raised his knife, before slamming down on my knife again, adding more force. I was caught off guard, and the knife was close to my neck. I snapped out of my shock, and gritted my teeth, before adding force to the knife, pushing the weapons away from my neck.

Mark and I were on a tie, and we kept up the facade. But I knew, that I wouldn't last long. I was stronger than Mark when it comes to power, but not when it came to strength. Mark was stronger than me in that.

I have to act fast or Mark will notice it.

With all the strength I had left, I pushed Mark and he stumbled back, his fist no longer clenched and I stood up immediately, pointing the blade at him.

I was panting lightly, and of course, Mark noticed it. He smirked, looking at me.

"Tired already, Jackaboy? The fun's only starting...."

I glared at him. I really need to work out more...

I didn't say anything, squinting my eyes as I looked at him, growling.

Mark came for me, summoning a fireball in his free hand. I growled, sweat rolling down my face but I ignored them, focusing my attention on Mark.

Mark threw the fireball and I dodged it, I looked to where the fireball was going and saw that it was heading straight for Felix, and my eyes widen.

Fuck.

Felix eyes were wide, screaming profanities in Swedish while trying to escape, looking like a worm.

I groaned, running to Felix as fast as I can, and I past by the fireball, ducking my head and kicking the leg of the chair, causing it to break it went sideways, bringing Felix along with it too, and the fireball past by Felix ear just by inches.

I sighed of relief, that was very close.

But before I could actually catch my breath, I heard Felix screaming at me, warning me to look behind me.

I turned my head, and saw the butt of the knife coming for my head, and I dodged, but I wasn't fast enough.

The knife bash my forehead and I groaned, putting my free hand on my forehead, feeling liquid dripping from it.

Ow, ow, pain, fuck, ow, ow, ow, it hurts, ow.

I took my hand away and saw blood, only then I realized that it was flowing down my forehead and I groaned, looking around and spotting Felix, and my lips curled into a smirk.

I looked back at Mark, who was looking at me, smirking as he looked at my new wound, seemingly proud of his artwork. I raised a finger to him and he raised an eyebrow "give me a moment.." I grumbled as I turned to Felix, kneeling in front of him as I raised the knife and his eyes widen, struggling.

"Jack? What the fuck are you doing? Are you under Mark's control?What are you-MMF" I cover Felix's mouth with a cloth that was lying n the ground.

"Shut up, stop moving" I demanded and he stopped, looking at me with fearful eyes and I struggled not to laugh.

I took his shirt and raised my hand with the knife in it, and he screamed through the cloth, his voice high pitched.

I rolled my eyes, cutting off his fabric and he stopped struggling, looking at me confused as I took the cloth from his mouth and wiped the blood off my wound and hand, before tying Felix fabric over my wound, tying it securely around my head before looking at Felix, smirking.

"Thanks bro" I said as I stood up and he snarled, glaring at me.

"You motherfucker" 

"I know. I take that title proudly.." I said as I turned back to Mark, who was watching me with amusement glinting in his eyes, smirking.

"Shall we continue...?" I asked and his smirk widen, nodding.

"Gladly..."

And we charged, again.

Mark charged first, swinging the knife to my head, but I ducked, planting my hands on the ground and swinging my legs at Marks, kicking his calf and he stumbled sideways, and while he was busy getting up, I quickly got up and looked at him, taking my breath.

Man, this is tiring.

Mark got up and charged at me while I was not paying attention, swinging the knife at me, I snapped out of my trance and dodged, but again, I was too late. The knife sliced my arm and my eyes widen, gritting my teeth.

Shit.

It wasn't too far deep in, but it didn't help my situation at all.

I was cut by a devil knife, and I was fucked.

I could feel the poison flowing through my veins, the pain was increasing and I was getting weaker.

But I could make it.

With all the energy I had left, I ran for Mark, surprising him and slashed him in the chest, making sure it was deep. 

He cried out and gripped the wound, dropping his weapon as he stumbled back.

I dropped mine too, my legs weak as I felt to my knees, the pain unbearable and I screamed, my other hand gripping the other hand in hopes of stopping it.

But having a first hand experience, I knew it wasn't how this works.

I was on the ground before I knew it, screaming in pain as I clutched on the wound, pain flaring up on the wound.

I saw Felix struggling in the corner of my eyes, and I knew he was trying to safe me, yelling for me to hold on.

I then heard footsteps, and I knew it was Mark instantly. He walked until he was in front of me, the wound in his chest already healed, now just a tear in his shirt.

I would heal too, if there wasn't poison on it.

"I have to say, Jack....I'm very impressed.." Mark smirked, kneeling down to my level as I breathe heavily, glaring at him as my face was covered with sweat.

"..you still managed to leave a large gash on me even when your poisoned.." 

I gritted my teeth, biting my lips as pain flared through me again. I can't really answer him right now, because of my condition, Heck, I can't even talk to anyone.

"...some angels don't even last that long..." Mark hummed as he looked at the wound then back at me.

He fake winced "...oof, that look like it hurt..huh..?"

"n-no sh-it.." I managed to choke out, surprised that my voice was not that weak.

"To bad it's about to hurt even more..." Before I could say anything, Mark stomped his foot on my wound and I screamed louder then I ever had in my life.

Mark lifted his foot up afterwards, snapping his fingers and Felix chair was back to normal, and an extra chair with ropes along.

He snapped his fingers again, and I was on the chair, hands bound behind me. I also noticed that my wound was bandaged, and I was greatful for that.

My legs were also bounded, like Felix, but unlike Felix, I didn't have a cloth over my mouth, like Felix did.

Felix grumbled, but I couldn't hear anything, just random noises coming from Felix.

Mark chuckled and the both of our attention was on him, the both of us snarling.

Mark just smirked, his hand now holding a bat.

"Now that I have the both of your attention....." His smirk widen "....let's get down to business shall we?"