Again, I wrote this right after I had written 'Buried by a Lie'. So tired & sleepy & powered by Pepsi.


Title: Carry You Home
Summary: Mark finds a scared out of his mind Phil on the floor and he carries him to his house…still, Phil is scared…and Mark wants to know why.
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xxAREESHAxx


Mark Calaway never thought he'd ever find something like this.

He had just been walking home, typically, but then he heard it. A some sort of whimper. Very soft and very puppy-ish and when he'd heard it, he'd made his way to the source, which wasn't very far away, but near an alley, and he'd seen him. A sprayed out Phil, with his hand bruised and his head pressing against his arm, his eyes are shut tight and he refused to open them as his soft, inaudible whimpers fell from his mouth. There was a scar on his face, a scar that had a perfect diagonal line, starting from his forehead, right up to his nose.

He hadn't seen Phil Brooks in a year. But he never expected him to look this badly. Covered in blue and purple. His clothing was entirely made of black, no other color and Mark made his way towards him, holding onto Phil's waist, ready to carry him and at the feel of movement, Phil screamed out. "No! Don't take me! No! No! No!"

Mark had Phil close to him, and hopped off towards his house.

Phil's eyes were bubbling with unshed tears and he buried his head into Mark's chest. "No where…I can't—escape…no…"

When he'd gotten home, he glided Phil's body towards the couch and had opened the television to one of the MBC's before he walked off to prepare some tea for the distressed used to be superstar and as Mark prepared the mug of tea, he couldn't help but wonder what Phil's dismay was…abuse? It seemed like it, from the marks on his skin. Battered him completely.

He took the mug towards Phil and froze when he saw that Phil wasn't even paying attention to the TV. His eyes were fixated on the clock, counting every second that passed, biting onto his lower lip and Mark placed the tray down, nudging Phil but Phil's eyes didn't move away from the clock.

"Trapped, 'Phil whimpered. "I'm trapped."

"Phil, what are you 'trapped' from?" Mark inquired and Phil shifted from the clock, at the sight of the inviting mug, he took it and started sipping, feeling the hot acid burn his throat but he didn't care.

"Tell me." His voice had an edge.

Phil's entire body was shaking. "The D A R K." His voice was broken, as if he had just spilled out a secret he wasn't supposed to say.

"The…Dark?" the Deadman raised an eyebrow and at the mention of those two words, Phil had dropped the mug from his hands, causing it to crash, staring at Mark with a too pale face.

"Don't say it. D-don't say it."

Mark shook his head. He found this so very amusing. "The Dark…so what's it going to do to you? Aren't you a little too old to be afraid of sleeping with the lights out."

"No! The lights shouldn't be off…then…it will get me… I can feel it…it wants me. It wants me to die." Phil's eyes widened at the last part, just staring at the ceiling then back at the clock, with puffy, swollen red eyes, he stared. "It's been four months since it started to follow me…and I…I know that tonight…it'll come for me."

"Yeah, sure," Mark rolled his eyes.

Phil didn't say anything anymore. "I'm gonna go clean up this mess, 'Mark huffed, walking towards the kitchen while Phil stared, shocked. He was the Deadman. He should know about the Dark, the Dark…oh, just the memory of that thing made Phil shiver, it will get him…it was scary. It was a shadow. It…it…was following him.

It was Phil's shadow.

Phil was about to nod off to sleep but then, he heard the sound of the phone ringing and Phil was too tired and too in his sleep to answer it and Mark, at the sound of the phone ringing, had held onto the phone and brought it to his ear.

"It's Dr. Reed."

"I don't have a fucking Doctor." Mark growled.

"I'm calling Phil."

"And I presume you're 'the Dark'. Scary. You should try a scarier voice if you wanna scare the hell out of Phil."

"Don't speak of the D A R K like that!"

Mark slapped his hand on his forehead and he was sure he was going to explode if someone mentioned this again. "Okay…why'd you call? Actually, how'd you get this number?"

"I have a chip in Phil's hair. I need to know where he is. It's not safe."

"Why do you care?"

"I'm his uncle."

"Touché." Mark digested the information, looking back at Phil who was tossing and turning into his sleep. "Can I hang up now? It's nothing important obviously."

"Look at Phil's neck. You'll believe me then."

Mark sighed before slamming the phone shut and just because of curiousity, Mark leaned towards Phil, peering to look at his neck and his heart was about to stop at the familiar daevas' sign on Phil's neck, the 'Z' that was supposed to only represent one thing: shadows of darkness.

Though they weren't supposed to be real. Daevas were fictional, no?

But the mark…it was so very real…

Mark knew what he had to do now. He really did have to get Phil out of here. It wasn't safe. Mark carried Phil's body and he felt Phil bury his head into Mark's chest, whimpering and clutching and Mark ran. Mark ran as fast as he could've—the Dark truly was coming. Gonna collapse them both.

Mark just ran.

He could hear the shadows talking.

'Mark, let go of him. He shall be a great addition to us. He's made of darkness, no? I'm his shadow after all.'

Mark froze into position as Phil opened his eyes at the sound of that voice that he pretended wasn't real and as Phil heard that voice, he clutched onto Mark's chest tighter. "They-they're gonna…"

'We'll give you 5 seconds.'

"Mark…"

'4'.

"Phil…"

'3'.

Both of their eyes locked.

'2'.

And before they could run away…

'1'.

The shadows pounced on them…


Jeff was running away from the daevas that were following him and he stopped in his position, his heart pounding as he looked back at those red eyes that stared so darkly and the glow of red diminished, leaving dark human eyes as two bodies approached. Arms linked, with soft snow flesh, they stared.

"Oh, Jeff, don't run. It's gonna be okay…"

"Mark, Phil, no!"

The daevas pounced…


Yes…so next one up for browngirlwrites. Fanks for the reviews, darlings. Hopefully, I did not disappoint.

X Sam.