"Mark?!" Jen cried out, rushing over to him and kneeling down to check his pulse. She breathed a sigh of relief soon after. There was a heartbeat. "Thank god. Mark? Wake up." She shook him just a bit, hoping he would come to, but nothing, "..please Mark… wake up." Glancing worriedly toward the exit, Jen wondered if she'd be able to get him out of there and into the truck before Henry woke. "Please." She lightly shook him once more, but still nothing, "..damn."
A creak sound was heard nearby and Jen glanced all around them, seeing nothing, but she *did* notice the other iron bar by the fireplace. She rose to her feet and went to grab it quickly, then headed back to Mark's side and kept watch of their surroundings.
Henry had recovered and chose to enter through the back, now standing watch for a moment in a doorway behind Jen before speaking up. "Jen, Jen, Jen…" He grinned, as Jen then spun around to face him, iron bar tightly in her grasp, "Wow, look at you now, trying to be brave and tough. It's so cute. Too bad you're still just pathetic little Jen…you'll never make anything of yourself.. BUT, I do have to give you credit for one thing you're good for. Mmm." With a wink, he grinned a sinister smirk.
Jen glared, but at the same time, felt frightened.
Henry was having fun now, getting off on these games. Sure, it had been a while, but he hadn't lost his touch and he was proud of himself. "Oh darling, why don't we have another go, hmm?" And now he had stepped forward, but not raising his iron bar yet.
"Back off!" Jen shouted, standing her ground and being protective of Mark even though she was scared. "Ooh, feisty. I love it. Why weren't you more like this the last time?" Henry teased.
"I don't understand, Henry… I don't understand why you have to be this way… why? We were together a year… and now this?" Jen spoke up, almost in a pleading manner. But Henry chuckled, "There's no one to blame but YOU, Jen. Everything… all of this right now, would probably never have had to happen… IF YOU HADN'T OPENED YOUR DAMN MOUTH and blabbed EVERYTHING about my existence!" His voice now screaming in response, before swinging his iron bar at a lamp on a nearby table, smashing it. Jen jumped in fear, but remained where she was.
"YOU, Jen. YOU." Henry glared, but was loving his intimidation. This was just too damn easy, why was he even holding a weapon? He scoffed, realizing he wasn't going to need it against her, "heh." He threw the iron bar to the floor and began to step forward toward Jen who was now panicking and stepping back as he approached, "Stay away from me, Henry!" But he just laughed, "Come on babe, show me what you've got."
Once Henry was within reach, Jen swung her iron bar out at his face, but he knew that was coming, so when she did it, he grabbed onto the bar with one hand before it touched him and swung his other fist at her face. It connected and Jen stumbled slightly but managed to keep her grip on the bar, pulling it closer to herself so that Henry would also be pulled in, and once he was, she took the opportunity to jerk her knee upward and into his groin. He shouted out in pain and doubled-over, losing his grip on the bar which then gave Jen her next opportunity. She struck Henry across the face with it, sending him to the floor. Making sure to remain aware of Henry, Jen went back over to Mark, "Mark, please! Wake up!"
"You bitch…" Henry spat, still trying to recover.
Jen looked back and watched Henry, "You deserve it! For earlier, you ASSHOLE!"
"Didn't see you resisting, babe. You know you loved it. It was good." He taunted.
"Shut up!" Jen screamed.
"Admit it, lover…" He grinned, watching her slowly fall apart, "You love what I do to you."
Jen shook her head and covered her ears now, "No. Stop!"
Mark had now begun to awaken during Henry's taunting.
Jen's eyes started to fill with tears and Henry was struggling to stand up straight, "Aw, don't cry babe. Let me make it better…" He stated as he took a couple steps toward her. "NO!" Jen screamed and stepped away, "No! Stay away from me damn it!" The memory plagued her. She didn't want to think of it, but Henry was doing his best to make sure it drove her crazy, "Deny it all you like, but you WANTED IT."
Mark pulled himself up to his feet now, having heard enough, "That's ENOUGH, Henry! I'm sick of your mind-game bullshit! It's fucked up that you STILL get off on it. You're going to back the hell off of Jen, and NOW!"
"Well. I detect feelings. Isn't that something." Henry responded with a shake of his head and glanced to Jen, "Whore." Her eyes narrowed, "Like you know any damn thing about feelings!"
Henry smiled, "Oh I do, or actually … DID. Trust me Jen, I felt for you AT FIRST. But then…then THIS. No more. You ruined it by opening your fucking mouth. I guess you could say YOU are the reason I've rediscovered my old self. Are you proud, dear?"
"Cut the bullshit Henry!" Mark screamed in anger, before Jen could get a word out, "I know you better than anyone. You've always been your 'old self', you just know how to hide it and fool everyone. I was there, remember?!" He took a pause as a memory popped back into his head. It was the night Henry led him to believe he had poisoned the family's food and Susan had come to stop Mark from destroying it all. "You had made ME look like the crazy one when I was just trying to stop you from hurting everyone! And if you ever TRULY loved this girl right here, you NEVER would have raped her!"
Henry smirked, "You're right…" his gaze then moving to Jen once more as he shrugged his shoulders, "I never loved you Jen. In fact, I can't stand you. You were just so easily gullible. It was cute and fun…"
Jen looked so broken, "But we… I thought… at first…"
Henry shook his head, "NEVER… and you know what? I'll catch you two again soon…" Grabbing up his iron bar from the floor, he then threw it across the room and into the electricity control box on a wall. As it busted open, sparks flew out and the lights flickered a few times before dying completely, leaving them in pitch-black darkness. Henry had made his escape… for now.