Chapter 5 - You inspire the devil in me

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 The nightmares had been more vivid than usual, for both of them. 

Mark was the first to wake, screaming. Sweat drenched his stomach. Realising he was okay he started to regain his breath. Until he turned around. Someone was in the bed with him, he didn't remember taking anyone home after he'd left Jack's house. He must have, though? There was no indication of who this person was, Mark just stared at them, a ball clutching the sheets tightly, head ducked underneath the duvet. They wriggled, tossing themselves from side to side in quick, sharp movements. Although they also had a way of flowing through the motions as if this dream wasn't the first. 

 For a while, Mark just stared. 

Until the duvet slipped. 

 The first thing he noticed was the green hair. He hadn't left Jack's house. He was in Jack's bed. If Mark had just taken the care to look around, he would have understood that. He was about to make his way to the door, hopefully sneaking out. 

The second thing Mark noticed was that he was naked. And his clothes were missing. How drunk was he to have missed this? Well, at least that would explain the awful nightmare he'd had... about him and Ja... He stopped short. He prayed his clothes weren't in the living room. Otherwise, the truth of it all would fall into place too soon. He didn't want that. He could not wrap his head around...  

Jack was still restless, turning ever so slightly, before slumping onto the pillow, facing away from Mark.  There was more movement, exposing Jack's torso. Bloody gashes lined his lower back. One word was crusting over with dried blood. "DARK". 

And that is when Jack woke. Screaming. 

He stared for a while, blankly, before turning around. 

"I guess you were right." Jack's eyes were hazy, not sad, but bewildered.

"What?" Mark was just confused.

"We need to talk." He smiled wryly. 

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