Mark's heart skipped a beat, as he frantically searched for something that would help him to see what was going on. As he searched blindly in the dark, a flood of thoughts and feelings crept over him as he hoped and prayed that this would soon be over... And as quickly as possible. The three most important people in his life had been nothing but tortured, which in turn tortured Mark to the point where he could barely focus on anything except pure revenge. Something that Mark Sloan wasn't really made of, but with what all happened with the Pearson's, he was sure not to act like himself.

Mark's hand finally approached the top of a flashlight, then making him sigh a sigh of relief when a pool of light shone out from the end, soon reveling Amanda slowly making her way up from the floor with Jesse at her side, and Steve standing beside Jonathan's body with his gun pointed at him, a look of pure hate in his crystal clear blue eyes.

Not sure what to say first, Mark stood there a moment, and finally composed himself, making his way over to Amanda to make sure she was allright. "Amanda?"

Amanda sighed as she composed herself and held her hand up in protest. "Don't worry, I'm fine, Mark. Thanks to my hero over here," she replied, as she went over to Steve, gently placing an arm around his shoulders.

"Well, I could have let him hurt you, but you know, I would really hate mopping the blood," he replied with a slight grin.

"Well I for one am glad you showed up when you did, son," Mark said, breathing another sigh of relief.

"Me, too," Jesse replied. "I mean, I could have taken him out, but I figured I'd leave it to a nice strong guy like you."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "Please."

"Well, as much as I enjoy the dark, I would much rather have some light in here right about now," Mark stated.

"Don't worry, I'll just go check the circuit breaker and it'll be on in no time," Steve replied.

"Uh, Steve, why don't you and Jesse go? I feel a little uncomfortable with you going by yourself."

"Dad, I think I'll be fine. I'm not a little boy anymore."

"I know that, son, but can you explain to me why you have a knot on your head the size of Texas?"

"Uh, I... Tripped."

Mark grinned. "Mm, hm. Pearson went over to you first, didn't he?"

"Uh, well, you know how... uh... allright, fine! Let's go, Jess."

Jessie excitedly followed Steve like a little puppy, as they started to walk towards the other end of the house with flashlight in hand. "Sweet!"

Steve gave an annoyed glance towards Jesse's way, making Jessie's face turn serious quickly. "What?"

Steve sighed as he Jesse continued to walk towards the laundry room, both of them nervous, but hiding it from one another.

They finally made it into the room and found the curate breaker immediately. "Okay, let's see here... You know, I told dad over and over to write the labels in pen, not pencil."

"Well, maybe I can read them. You know, I have exceptional 20/20 vision."

"Mm... Right, Jess..." **

"I wonder what's taking them so long," Mark said, carefully lighting a few more candles in the kitchen.

"I don't know, but I'm starting to get worried," Amanda stated, rubbing her arms up and down.

"Wait a minute, aren't you supposed to be talking me out of being worried?"

"I know, I know... But... I just have a bad feeling for some reason. I mean, I know Jonathan's dead, but-"

"That's it, we're leaving. Come on, let's go find Steve and Jesse." **

"No, that's not the right one, Jessie!"

"But it looks like it says, 'kitchen'!"

"No it doesn't! That's a 'b', not a 'k'!"

"No way! You're nuts!"

"I'm nuts?! No, I think you are, mr-"

"Steve, Jesse?"

"In here, dad!" Steve yelled. "We'll just see who's right now."

"Oh come, on! You're dad's vision is worse than ours!"

"Yeah, but he can read what he wrote!"

"You know-"

"Guys, can't you ever find a time to be civil to one another?" Amanda responded, walking into the room.

"You guys allright?" Mark replied.

"Maybe for now, but not too much longer."

The four suddenly turned around as they heard a familiar voice filling the room... Jonathan's to be exact.

"Aw, man! Don't you people ever die?!" Jesse said. "Man, I don't know about you guys, but I for one am getting sick of this."

"That make's two of us then," Jonathan replied, pointing a gun at him. "But it's simple, really. Let me kill you three first, then I'll kill the old man with a slow and agonizing death."

"But Steve shot you right in the back! You were dead!" Amanda protested.

"Well you know, bullet proof vests are a wonderful thing... Front and back."

"You're about as sick as your father. Maybe even more," Mark replied.

"Thanks. And now, I'm going to give my big grand finale of my performance! In other words... The big death scene, times four. Starting with, not such a great fake dead guy, Detective Sloan."

"You touch my son again and I won't have any trouble killing you," Mark stated angrily.

"Sure, I'd like to see you try, doc."

Suddenly everything happened in fast motion from one minute to the next. As Pearson was laughing out loud at his little 'joke' Steve quickly grabbed some laundry detergent, immediately throwing it in Jonathan's face, making him scream. Amanda suddenly grabbed a broom to knock him out with, but with not being within distance enough to hit him threw it towards Steve's way.

"Steve, catch!"

Steve turned suddenly, catching it successfully, making Pearson even madder. "NO!!"

The broom suddenly dropped to the floor as Steve screamed out in pain from Pearson's gun going off and having a bullet shoot through his shoulder. As he fell to the ground, Mark froze in terror as he watched Pearson laugh and point the gun at his head. "Say good-bye to your precious little boy, Doc Sloan!"

"NOOOOO!!!!"

Something then exploded in Mark as he jumped in front of Steve, pushing Jonathan to the ground, soon fighting with him on the ground for possession of the weapon.

"Mark!! Jesse, help him!" Amanda screamed.

Jesse suddenly lunged towards them, being able to separate the two of them, but soon being knocked back on the ground by Pearson. Mark then ran towards him before he could do anything to Jesse, but soon felt a hot pain enter his side from Pearson's gun unexpectedly going off, and fell to the ground within the next second.

Steve's heart dropped as he witnessed his father clutching to his side bloody side. "DAD!!!!"

His son's words were the only words that Mark faintly heard as the world around him suddenly grew fuzzy, then a deep black within the next moment.

TBC...