Jack huffed, pushing at the man to try and break free, belt loops ripping and pants sliding down about three inches. "Get off me you fried freckled fuck!" He yelled and glared at the man with the long blonde hair. He kicked at him, the man pushing himself harder between jacks legs. "Oh Sean, such a shame I didn't get to meet you when Jason was around." He said and leaned forward, pressing Jack's hands against the wall. "Now, where did he leave off?" He traced a finger across jacks split lip and smiled.
Mark hopped out of the car and saw the broken window. He pulled the gun out of his pocket and aimed, walking inside. This was not good. Sean squirmed against the man. "Don't make me scream." Jack said and the man laughed. "Go on ahead. No one can hear you." The man was right no one could hear him. He throws Jack to the floor with a thud as he tried to scramble to his feet, the man pressing his body against jacks back and his chest up against the other wall.
Mark walked slowly through the living room and towards the hall. Hearing the faint noises. He kicked open the door to see jack pressed against the wall, blood dripping from his nose and lip and the man pressed up behind him. "Let. Him. Go." Mark said and the man laughed. "I will. Just put your gun down." The man let's go of jack and slowly backed away, jack falling to the floor. He coughed and leaned his back against the wall, breathing now picking up speed. Marks gun still facing the man. "Who are you?" The man smiled, quickly shooting mark in the shoulder. Jack and marks attention went towards the bullet hole as mark fell giving the man the chance to escape. "Call the office. We need to be relocated." Mark said and holds onto his shoulder as jack fished around marks pockets for a phone.
Jack was now sitting in an ambulance trying to regain his thoughts. This was impossible. Neither one of them went anywhere that could have brought this upon them, at least to jacks knowledge they didn't. Mark was stitched up in the back of the ambulance, blanket draped around Jack. "Can you tell me what he looked like, what did he do, how many times were you hit, can you explain his face to this sketch artist." Jack burst out into tears. "I'm in shock, look I've got a blanket leave me alone." He curled in on himself as mark shifted to sit next to him. "Are you alri-" he cuts himself off. "Never mind dumb question." He pulled jack into a warm hug, letting the warm tears soak up into his shirt and drip along his neck.