Roger pov:

Collins and I walked side by side, carrying fliers, and handing more of them out to people in town. Police walked around with us, still knocking on doors, asking for Mark.

I walked a little further, more towards the outskirts, and taped up a flier to a telephone pole. Collins smiled a little.

"I told you to stay hopeful, Rog."

I sighed. "I know, Thomas, I know." he taped up one of his own a few feet away. "I just hope we get to him soon…"

"He's around here somewhere. We will." Collins assured, and I smiled.

Suddenly, a deep voice called out to me.

"Hey."

I turned around. A tall man leaned against a wall, smoking a cigarette, looking as if he had been crying. I quirked a brow, but still walked over.

"Yeah?"

He pointed to my fliers.

"I can help you."

I paused. "You know something?"

"I know Jason. I'm his best friend…. or used to be, anyway…" He pulled something out of his pocket. Mark's wallet!? he slipped a picture of Mark and I out of it. "You want him?"

I suddenly felt rage explode in my chest. I lifted him by the front of his shirt, pinning him against the wall with a loud snarl.

"Where is he!?"

"Relax! i'll tell you! I don't give a fuck…" he choked, struggling a little. I narrowed my eyes.

"Why are you so talkative about it?"

He watched me with hollow eyes.

"Jason's been off his medication for awhile… I tried to convince him to turn himself in… but he won't have it… I don't care about your friend… little bastard puked on my shoes… and dont worry, I never hurt him...but… if the cops catch Jason… they'll get him the help he needs… all I want is for him to be okay.. even if he doesn't want me…"

I snatched the wallet back, tucking it into my pocket. I let him go, and he gasped a little, dropping his cigarette.

"Where. Is. he."

He coughed. "156… Maple street… few blocks over…" he gazed at me. "You better hurry… Jason… is panicking… doesn't wanna get caught… he's gonna get rid of him…"

I didn't need to be told anymore. I whipped around to Collins.

"Call the cops!" and with that, I bolted. Collins shouted for me, but I didn't hear him. Blood roared in my ears as the only thoughts on my mind were Mark, Mark, Mark. Maple street. I had been down that street before. I remembered that house. The fact that Jason had been right under my nose the entire time… it made me sick. I didn't give a shit what his friend wanted. He was gonna get a beating from me first before anything else.

By the time I even came close to Maple, my lungs felt like they were gonna burst. I didn't notice. Adrenaline pumped through me, making me feel like I could run for days if I had to. I felt worry rise up in my throat as I caught sight of the house. What if I was too late? what if Jason had already done away with Mark?

I somehow managed to keep running, and my eyes narrowed with determination as I got to the front door. I tried opening it, but it was locked. I growled, throwing my weight against it. It wouldn't budge.

"MARK!" I screamed. "MARK!" I walked backwards, getting a running start. I threw myself at the door again, full force, and it burst open. I tumbled inside. I looked around, panicked as I started to search every room, with no luck.

The basement! I hadn't checked the basement!

My thoughts seemed to be answered as I threw the door open, walking down the stairs quickly. The color drained from my face as I heard a familiar blood curdling scream coming from one of the side rooms, with a closed and locked door. Fire blazing in my eyes, I reared up, and sent the door flying off it's hinges with one swift kick.