Mark's heart skipped a beat and suddenly found himself running to Amanda's
lab. As he ran, he silently prayed that Amanda was okay, because he
couldn't bare the thought of coming close to losing another person he cared
about. The only person that he most wanted to lose to death was Mike
Pearson. It seemed like forever, but pushing the thoughts of what-ifs and
worried ness behind, he finally found his way into Amanda's lab, immediate
thoughts of concern running through his mind.
"Amanda?! Honey, where are you?!" Mark shouted.
"I'm over here, Mark," she said in panicked voice
He ran over to her and found her sitting on the floor and holding her hand, which had blood all over. "What happened?" he asked, taking out his handkerchief and wrapping it around her hand.
Amanda looked scared, shocked, and in pain, but through it all replied in a rather calm, although a bit shaky, voice. "Uh, I don't know. I was reaching into my desk to get something, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and fell backwards. I think it was a razor or something."
His concern flooded to the surface as Mark finished wrapping Amanda's hand, and made his way over to her desk. He carefully peeked at where she was talking about and nearly passed out himself when he saw a huge stake knife standing straight up in her drawer, which was buried under some things, to make it less noticeable. He cringed as a sudden extreme anger took over him, and suddenly wanted to hunt down Pearson and kill him with his bare hands.
"Dad, what happened?" Steve asked, as Jesse was wheeling him in.
Mark could barely talk, as he looked at both Steve and Jesse, and then Amanda- all victims of Mike Pearson, and all three of them like children to him. Of course one of them really was his child, and the other two really close to being like his children.
Jesse placed a hand on Mark, taking a deep breath. "Mark?"
Suddenly everyone jumped as Mark suddenly picked something up and threw it across the room with a crash. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."
He then quietly walked out of the room, leaving the other three in shock.
Steve sighed. "I don't blame him. I want to kill him, too."
Jesse nodded. "Yeah, me three."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and me four, but first, could I get a little help?"
"You know," Jesse said. "It's always you, you, you, isn't it?"
Amanda glared at him. "You push it, and I'll kill you, instead."
Jesse just smirked at her, and helped her up carefully, guiding her towards the door. "I'll be back for you," he directed at Steve. "Just stay here and try not to stab yourself, too."
Amanda suddenly smacked him in the arm with her good hand. "That isn't funny, Mr. I'm Without A Car."
Jesse suddenly stopped laughing and glared at her. "You think you're so hilarious, don't you?"
Steve slightly grinned as he heard them argue their way down the hall, and suddenly a flood of new anger washed over him, as he sat there thinking of Mike. He had hurt him, he could have hurt Jesse, and did hurt Amanda. Not to mention he was making his father go over the edge. He sighed and turned to go see if he could find his dad, when suddenly he felt something cold on the back of his neck, and in the next few moments, found himself coming in contact with floor and meeting the darkness that overcame him.
TBC...
"Amanda?! Honey, where are you?!" Mark shouted.
"I'm over here, Mark," she said in panicked voice
He ran over to her and found her sitting on the floor and holding her hand, which had blood all over. "What happened?" he asked, taking out his handkerchief and wrapping it around her hand.
Amanda looked scared, shocked, and in pain, but through it all replied in a rather calm, although a bit shaky, voice. "Uh, I don't know. I was reaching into my desk to get something, and suddenly I felt a sharp pain, and fell backwards. I think it was a razor or something."
His concern flooded to the surface as Mark finished wrapping Amanda's hand, and made his way over to her desk. He carefully peeked at where she was talking about and nearly passed out himself when he saw a huge stake knife standing straight up in her drawer, which was buried under some things, to make it less noticeable. He cringed as a sudden extreme anger took over him, and suddenly wanted to hunt down Pearson and kill him with his bare hands.
"Dad, what happened?" Steve asked, as Jesse was wheeling him in.
Mark could barely talk, as he looked at both Steve and Jesse, and then Amanda- all victims of Mike Pearson, and all three of them like children to him. Of course one of them really was his child, and the other two really close to being like his children.
Jesse placed a hand on Mark, taking a deep breath. "Mark?"
Suddenly everyone jumped as Mark suddenly picked something up and threw it across the room with a crash. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."
He then quietly walked out of the room, leaving the other three in shock.
Steve sighed. "I don't blame him. I want to kill him, too."
Jesse nodded. "Yeah, me three."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and me four, but first, could I get a little help?"
"You know," Jesse said. "It's always you, you, you, isn't it?"
Amanda glared at him. "You push it, and I'll kill you, instead."
Jesse just smirked at her, and helped her up carefully, guiding her towards the door. "I'll be back for you," he directed at Steve. "Just stay here and try not to stab yourself, too."
Amanda suddenly smacked him in the arm with her good hand. "That isn't funny, Mr. I'm Without A Car."
Jesse suddenly stopped laughing and glared at her. "You think you're so hilarious, don't you?"
Steve slightly grinned as he heard them argue their way down the hall, and suddenly a flood of new anger washed over him, as he sat there thinking of Mike. He had hurt him, he could have hurt Jesse, and did hurt Amanda. Not to mention he was making his father go over the edge. He sighed and turned to go see if he could find his dad, when suddenly he felt something cold on the back of his neck, and in the next few moments, found himself coming in contact with floor and meeting the darkness that overcame him.
TBC...
