*WARNING: GRAPHIC GORE INCOMING. I BINGE WATCHED ELFEN LIED. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

(Felix P.O.V.)

He pulled Mark away from Sean's body. Tears clouded his vision and his heart felt broken.

"He's dead! He's dead!" Mark sobbed. "It's my fault."

"No, don't say that," Felix whispered, a tear falling off his cheek. Jack's blue eyes stared up blankly, his mouth slightly parted. His skin was so pale it looked blue.

Mark turned to him. Blood and tears were smeared across his face. "When I was knocked out, back at my house, Dark came in a dream. He said, 'Your friends will die at your hands.' I didn't tell you guys because I wanted you to trust me. But now, Jack is dead and it's all my fault."

"You didn't kill him, Dark did."

"You don't understand!" Mark screamed violently shoving away from Felix. "Dark comes from me, I'm the murderer!"

Mark ran away. "Mark wait!" Felix started but stopped when Sean's body began to glow. Felix scrambled away, his eyes stared in shock as Jack's irises changed from a lifeless baby blue to a neon green.

"He is transforming, Anti is taking over his body." Beast Master spoke in his mind.

Jack grabbed the iron re-bar and pulled it out of his stomach. Felix watched in horror as he stood up, his friend, who had just died in his arms was back. But he wasn't the same. The only appearance change was his eyes, they were the colour of a lime highlighter. But he knew that behind those eyes was not Sean, but a ruthless killer.

"Hello, Felix," Anti spoke with a grin. He gripped the bloody re-bar in his hand.

"Hello, Anti," Felix replied. What scared him the most was that he sounded just like Sean, but he had to remind himself that he wasn't his friend.

Anti bent his elbows and fingers, using his new body. "I could get used to this." He spoke. Suddenly, Anti swung the re-bar, slamming it into the side of Felix's head. He let out a scream, falling to the ground, blood pouring out of his skull, his temples pounding. Felix turned and looked up at him, the last thing he saw was the metal bar enter his right eye socket and tear through his brain. Blood and bits of Felix's frontal lobe splattered against Anti's face.

"Oops" Anti whispered. "Well, I don't think Pewdenhimer would mind if I broke his body a little."

(Mark P.O.V.)

Mark ran until he slipped and fell on a puddle of Pepsi.

Jack is dead. Jack is dead. Jack is dead. It's all your fault. Those words swirled around in his head.

All of the sudden, he heard a scream. His heart seemed to rise to his throat. Felix.

What were you thinking, he chided himself, splitting up when there are ghouls who want your body?

He quickly turned and ran back. He saw Felix standing, his back to him. Sean stood facing him.

"Jack! Felix!" Mark yelled. He ran up to the Swede and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I'm so glad to see-"

Mark gasped and took a step back as Felix turned around. His right eye was completely mangled, blood gushed out of the hole.

"No..." The shocked Korean man mumbled.

"Oh, yes, Mark," Jack spoke "You see, Felix and Jack are long gone. Now, since we have been merged with your friend's bodies, we can give Dark his.

Felix tackled him. The back of Mark's head hit the floor when he fell, making his vision go blurry. He felt warm blood drip on his face. Felix grabbed his shoulders and slammed his head back on the ground. Mark reached his hand up and threw a hook punch to his jaw.

Pewdenhimer's neck jerked sideways, and a crunching noise echoed. Pewdenhimer dropped to the ground, dead.

Mark scrambled up. Felix laid on the ground, his neck at an awkward angle "Oh, god, no! I didn't mean to!"

"You killed him." Anti stood back, shocked. "How-" Anti stopped and stared at Hitler Pewd's broken body. A cold wave washed over his eyes, "He was the weak link anyway."

Anti raised his palm to him, he flew backwards into stacks of Fanta™, a few bottles falling off and breaking on his head. Anti storms towards him and threw him across the warehouse.

Focus, Mark, focus. Wilford spoke in his mind.

Mark closed his eyes as Anti walked back to him, taking his time. Two invisible hands stretched out and clapped his hands around Anti's ears, the vibrations caused his eardrums to pop, rendering him deaf, it also caused him to bleed internally, making him lose his balance.

He dropped to the ground. "What have you done!" he yelled, clutching his head.

Mark rose off the ground, his eyes glowing, "I'm giving you what you deserve." One of the invisible hands reached down and reached down Anti's throat, restricting his airways.

Anti's emerald eyes turned back into Sean's regular azure eye colour. "Mark, no, please," Choked Jack. He crumbled to the ground, lifeless.

"Well, well, well," A voice spoke to him from behind. Mark turned to find Dark, lightly applauding him. "Now that you are warmed up, let's see what you can really do."

Mark was really starting to get tired of being thrown around.

"Is that all you got?" Dark teased from across the warehouse.

Mark grunted as he stood up, one of his imperceptible hands reached out and sucker punched Dark in the stomach, sending him sliding backwards.

The fighting went on, Mark pushing all of his limits, Dark taking his time, wearing Mark out. Mark knew that he was getting tired, so did Dark.

Suddenly, Mark was on the ground, too exhausted to stand. Blood trickled out of his nose and mouth.

"So this is the end." Dark spoke softly "Never thought it would end so... lame. Oh well, the sooner I get my body the better."

Dark raised his hand. Mark squeezed his eyes shut, ready for death, wondering how it will feel.

No, you sacrificed too much to give up now, keep fighting Mark! Wilford spoke.

Filled with determination and new energy, Mark let out a blood-curdling scream, Dark gripped his ears as the roof cracked and collapsed on them.

To be continued-

(Thanks to Elfen Lied for the idea of the invisible hands.)