~1 hour before~
"They won't learn, so don't bother," Dark waved a hand.
"But its just for precautions," Anti looked over at him.
"Well, you can do it. I'm not," Dark turned around to face away from him.
"But Dark- -"
"Its a waste of time!" Dark interrupted.
"I'll do it!" Pewdenheimer hopped up. "What are we saying?"
Dark sighed and shook his head. "Can't make him much dumber, can you?"
"Hey, he's- -" Anti glanced at the intruder and leaned over to Dark. "A prototype. Once I get a better design, I'll just scrap 'im and redo another Pewdenheimer."
"Better be quick," Dark growled, "his stupidity is deafening."
Pointedly, Pewdenheimer was waving his hand and studied the black smoke with a peek of interest. Dark shook his head in disapproval with a sigh.
~Present Time~
Dark fell back against the wall, his breathing ragged from his scream. As storm clouds rolled on outside, the only light in the hall reflected off a blood coated knife. Felix breathed heavily and glanced down at the blade and dropped it, half afraid of him attacking.
Mark pushed himself up and winced as thunder clapped from outside.
"Thanks," He breathed to Felix. There was a crash and the sound of something heavy falling down, followed by a loud shriek.
"JACK!" The pair called instantly, racing off. Felix dropped the weapon in his haste, and Dark perked up as his eyes gleamed hungrily at the blade. As the ran into the room, Jack was laying on his side in the rubble of what used to be Mark's brown coffee table. Cuts covered him, some tearing his clothes by small shreds, and Mark spotted glass littering the ground.
Anti stood with a huge chunk of glass in one hand, having been the side of the glass. He narrowed his eyes as they approached and scowled.
"Ah, I suppose I need to deal with ye," Anti murmured. He tossed the glass lightly from each hand. Without a glance or shred of hesitation, he suddenly jumped. He rolled on the ground and stopped in a knelt position, the glass hovering over Jack's neck.
"Now, walk away slowly," Anti instructed. Mark began walking back without any hesitation, though Felix paused. 'If he wants to kill Jack, he wouldn't be sparing him if we just walked back. It has to be a trick.'
"Felix, go back," Mark murmured.
"But it has- -"
"FELIX." Mark interrupted.
"Mark, no, what- -" Felix cut himself off as Mark grabbed his shoulders and forcefully pushed him back.
"Mark, it has to be a trick," Felix stated.
"Felix, I'm not risking Sean's life on a theory," Mark replied sternly. He turned back to Anti.
"Okay. Now what?" Mark asked.
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Jack felt horror flood him. As he realized Anti's plan.
"We can have an easy compromise," Anti started. Dark, meanwhile, was creeping up behind the waiting pair. 'He's going kill them while the aren't looking,'
"Excuse me?" Jack interrupted whatever Anti was on about.
"What, you little pest?" Anti gently prodded his skin with the glass shard. Dark stopped his sneak, watching with genuine curiosity at what he had to say.
"I just want to say something," Jack replied briskly. He looked over to Mark and Felix.
"Mark, Felix. Don't do what he says."
"WHAT!?" They screeched in unison.
"Sean, are you insane?! He'll kill you!" Felix exclaimed.
"I'm not the only life here," Jack replied evenly. He took a breath and waited as he prepared himself. He held a long gaze with Mark, hoping he could sense his plan. Mark's face died at the determination in his eyes.
"Sean, Sean whatever you're planning, don't do it," Mark said quickly.
"BEHIND YOU!" Jack shouted. Felix and Mark were confused for a moment before turning and seeing Dark. Anti had watched to see if his comrade would be caught. Now it was time for action. Jack fell onto his chest and jumped forward. Anti yelped and Jack pinned him by his throat, sitting up on his knees.
Anti gasped for air and extended and arm to try and find the glass he had lost. Jack struggled against his counterpart, though, as Anti finally fell into concentration, he kicked him in the gut and pushed him onto his back.
Before Jack could react, Anti grabbed the glass and pinned him down by his forearms. He grimaced as Anti angled the glass to dig into his arm. He shut his eyes against the encroaching agony, though it was proven a horrible choice. Anti lifted the glass, and jerked it down.
Jack, on instinct, opened his eyes as his arm was released. He just managed to block a stab to his neck as he flung his arm forward. He managed to shove him back and got both arms free as Anti caught himself from falling back. Jack saw a shadow loom over him and felt something fall against his forehead, and he blacked out.
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Mark kicked Dark away, causing him to stumble back a bit. He paused as he saw Felix run into the kitchen. 'No wait...'
"Mark!" He blinked at the call of his name and saw Felix jumped beside him, shouldering Dark into a wall. 'Wait, what? Why is there two?'
"Felix?" Mark quizzed.
"Yeah?" He glanced at him as he walked back from his opponent.
"Why is there... Two, of you?" Mark asked.
"Two? Uh-oh..." Felix glanced around. "Where?"
"Kitchen," Mark replied before jumping away from Dark. His alter ego spun around and kicked him into a wall. He ducked out of the way as Dark attempted to pin him. Felix and Mark froze as they saw Felix- -or, another him- -toss a bowl down at Jack's head.
"Felix?!" Mark exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, meet my alter ego Pewdenheimer," Felix waved a hand. "Now say goodbye."
He hopped over the couch and lunged at Pewden, pinning him down. Mark flinched as Dark kicked his stomach. He responded with a kick at his knee, and Dark stumbled at the hit. Mark pushed himself up and gripped his stomach with a glare.
"Leave us alone!" Mark snapped.
"Adorable try, yet pathetic," Dark chuckled. Mark narrowed his eyes and strided backwards as Dark advanced. Dark threw a punch, though he leaned back and avoided it. Dark jumped forward as he leaned back and threw him down. Mark rolled away as he stomped down, barely escaping.
He sat up and quickly caught Dark's foot as he kicked again. Mark twisted it and caused Dark to fall onto his side. Mark slipped his legs under him and stood. 'Time for some more hostages'.
"ANTI, PEWDENHEIMER!" They looked over at him. Mark held an arm around Dark's neck and kept him pinned to a wall. He braced himself as his alter ego thrashed, though he remained rigid and didn't stand down.
"Step. Away. From. Them." Mark ordered. Anti scowled and remained holding one of Felix's arms. Pewdenheimer glanced at Anti for guidance.
"Don't do anything," Anti said with a small glance to Pewden. There was a sudden blinding flash and Mark stumbled back. He gasped as he felt a searing pain in his arm. He glanced down and saw a fresh wound. But... How?
"MARK!?" Mark looked up to Felix.
"What?"
"WHAT HAPPENED HOW DID HE JUST... JUST... POOF?!" Felix exclaimed. Anti let go of him and pointed a finger at Mark.
"I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOOOOLD YOU SOOOOO!" He yelled.
"What? What the fuck is going on?" Mark stepped back and glanced around. `Oh great` Mark jumped at the unwilled thought. 'What!?'
"Hang on, what's happening? Where did Dark go?" Mark asked. `FUCKING idiot...` The mental voice sighed. `you took over my own body.`
"But... You're Dark... And Mark just..." Felix blinked in confusion.
"Simple answer. Mark took over control of Dark," Anti shrugged with a nonchalant expression.
"Wha...?" He gave him a puzzled look. Anti rolled his eyes.
"Didn't suspect you could control us when we could control you?" Anti asked.
"No, not really," Felix muttered. There was another flash and Mark was suddenly sitting casually on the couch. He blinked and looked at where he saw the gash before. It was gone now, and he looked up and saw Dark cautiously patting himself down, as if he wasn't sure he was even there.
"I think our point has been made," Anti faded until he vanished.
"God, I'm never going to here the end of this," Dark rubbed his forehead as he and Pewden faded off. Felix blinked and glanced over at Mark soundlessly.
"I have no idea how I did that," Mark breathed, disbelief tracing his expression of relief.
"Let's just go... Go..." Felix trailed off. He shook his head a bit and then knelt down next to Jack. Mark leaned down and helped ease Jack onto the couch. Felix hurried to get some wet towel rolls, while Mark ran up the stairs and into his bedroom.
As he opened it, he saw Amy stop in front of him.
"You guys okay? I heard shouting and wasn't sure if you were just playing on the- -"
"Anti, Dark, and Pewdenheimer came and I need the painkillers," He slipped past and raced to the bathroom. He pulled back a door of the cabinet and grabbed the bottle.
"Wait, WHAT!? Who's Pewden?"
"New guy. I can explain later, just wake them all up," Mark raced back down and sat down by Jack's feet. Felix had a bundle of soaked paper towels that had been briefly wrung out and was cleaning some cuts. He had a few more little mounds on the coffee table, and Mark grabbed one to wash out some wounds on Jack's arms.
"WHAT!?" There was a pound of steps as Marzia darted in. She immediately saw Felix sitting next to the couch on his knees. She hurried over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Oh God, Amy said they came back," She laid her head beside his and refused to let go.
"Its alright, its alright..." Felix dropped the towel and hugged her back. Amy sat down beside Mark and leaned over to examine his expression as he finished with most of the cuts.
"What are we going to do?" Amy asked. Mark paused and rested a hand on one of Jack's knees, not replying.
"Mark?"
"I don't know..." Mark murmured. He looked over at her with a solemn expression.
"I don't know."