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(Mark P.O.V.)

Fuck.

Mark's legs and hands were bound. He felt a heavy cloth covering his eyes, blocking his vision. But, he could feel Jack and Felix's back pressed against his. The Asian man was glad they were there, he wouldn't know what to do without them.

"Now" He heard Dark say "Who wants to die first?"

Shit. What the hell was he going to do now? He was stuck, Wilford couldn't save his ass now.

He felt the blindfold being pulled off of his eyes, he squinted from the bright light. He was in the middle of a large warehouse full of bottled sodas, catwalks lined the ceiling, and abandoned forklifts were scattered around.

Dark looked directly into his eyes, he was standing a couple feet away. Anti and Pewdenhimier were standing next to him, glaring at Jack and Felix. Anti started forward, but Dark pulled him back.

"Wait," Dark commanded, still keeping eye contact.

Anti pouted "Aw, I want to kill them."

"Not yet." Dark grinned "I have an idea. Pewdenhimer, release them."

"What?!" Pewdenhimer asked flabbergasted.

"Release them," Dark growled.

Reluctantly, Pewdenhimer cut away the dark smokey tendrils from their wrists and ankles. Mark stood up, wary of Dark, but he didn't seem to be attacking just yet, just standing there looking at him. His red-eyed gaze seemed to bore into him, giving him these thoughts... Maybe Jack and Felix deserved to die... Wait, no, stop, he's trying to control you again.

He felt a firm hand on his arm, he turned and saw Felix. "You okay man? You got a little scary there for a second."

Before he could reply, Dark cut him off. "Enough with the chit-chat. Now, let's the games begin."

"What games?" Jack said rather frustrated "Can't you just leave us alone?"

"Oh, silly little Jackaboy." Cooed Anti. "The games we're are gonna' play are simple, we just want you to run. And for leaving you alone, well, we really are hungry for a new body."

And with that, Anti lunged, tackling Jack to the ground, and began slicing at his shirt with some sort of green magic.

(Jack P.O.V.)

It all happened so fast, first Anti was talking to him, then he was on top of him, with his chest burning with pain.

He heard Mark and Felix fighting, but he seemed to drone it out, his body going into auto-pilot, following his natural instincts. He went up a ladder to the catwalk, Anti followed him, his fist summoning dark green flames.

This is it, this is the fight that we've all been leading up to. Jack thought as he blocked another one of Anti's shots. For some reason, he wasn't hurt, his shirt was shredded, but no blood has been spilt. Nothing that Anti threw his way could touch him, and he fought with the same intensity. He was fueled by rage, but the rage went deeper than losing his channel, he took away his fans too, he would pay dearly for that.

All of the sudden, while he was trying to hide, he felt something brush against his back, he whipped around, expecting to see that Anti has caught him, but it was just Mark and Felix.

"Woah dude, you're like crazy glowing right now," Mark commented.

Confused, Jack looked down, a pale green aura was surrounded him, his fists were full of the same colour flames. Felix had a blue area and Mark had a red.

"Woah." whispered Jack "How-how are we doing this?"

A voice spoke in his head. Well, Jack, we never did die, we just went back into your bodies, which is what is giving you the power to do stuff like this.

The Irish man smiled "Dr Sneeplestein, ya' crazy bastard."

"Okay, yeah, it's cool we have super powers but we have a bigger problem." Mark stated "So, we can't hurt our alter-egos, and they can't hurt us because they are us, meaning that they know how we would fight. But we don't know each other that well."

"Are you saying" Felix chimed in. "That we have to fight... each other?"

"Well yes, kinda'"

"I mean," Jack said, "it's our best bet, I don't really think we have all day to talk about a better plan."

"Okay, fine," Felix said, agreeing to Mark idea. "Umm, how about I'm with Anti, Mark is with HitlerPewds and Jack will be with Dark, got it?"

They all nodded.

Before they split paths, Mark stopped them. "Hey, if any of us doesn't make it out alive, I just wanted you guys to know that... I-I love you. You are some of the best friends I ever had."

Jack smiled at him, "Don't worry Mark, we'll all get out of here safe, I promise."

And with that, he turned his back, looking for only one thing, Dark.

(Mark P.O.V.)

Everything was going well until it wasn't.

Of course, he was Mark, so something just had to go wrong. He should have been paying attention, but nooo, walking down an aisle taunting someone who wanted to kill him was a better idea somehow.

"Hey, Hitler Pewds, betcha' too much of a little old bitch to come out and face me!" Mark called.

And he did come.

If it wasn't for Wilford guiding him and giving him special energy, his head would have come clean off. Hilter Pewds carried a long dagger, he seemed have snuck up on him. He whipped around and at the last second Mark dodged to the side nearly missing the blade. He swung it again, but Mark wasn't so lucky this time, it caught him in the right soldier and sliced down his arm.

"Gah!" Mark fell to his knee, clenching his teeth. Pewdenheimer stood in front of him, taking his time, he wanted to see the Asian man slowly die. Mark rose again, his arm felt burning hot. He summoned a ball of energy and let Wilford do the work, his body seem to flow, he felt alive, he felt strong.

So this is what it feels like to be powerful, Mark thought.

Pewdenhimer didn't stand a chance, Mark's instincts took over, slashing and dodging. Until all of the sudden, Hitler Pewds was on the ground, blood covered the whole area, both from Mark and Pewdenheimer.

"I'll be back Mark, so watch your ass," growled Hilter Pewds, and he teleported away.

He certainly didn't doubt him, but Hitler Pewds needed time to recover, so Mark still had some time.

Mark heard a yell. He nearly forgot about Felix and Jack. With his blood pumping from the fight, he ran back to help his friends.

When he came, most of the warehouse was destroyed. A mixture of blood and bottled drinks flooded the ground. and some small fires had started. He ran up to Felix, who looked like he had just run through a bonfire. His blue eyes glowed with energy and determination.

"Anti disappeared," Felix stated.

"Yeah, so did Pewdenhimer," Mark replied.

"They'll be back." The Swede remarked

"I know"

"Do you know where Jack is?"

Mark shook his head, then looked around. Up, on the catwalks, Dark was sneaking up on Jack, ready to strike.

"JACK!" Mark screamed. "WATCH OUT!"

Jack turned to him, confused and startled. Then, Jack got the message, but it was too late. Dark blasted a ball of power onto his back, making him fall off the catwalk.

Mark and Felix watched in horror as Jack fell and was impaled by a metal rebar.

Dark let out a laugh and vanished.

Mark and Felix ran over to him. The bar was through his chest, blood poured out of the wound and Jack's breathing was labored.

"No, no, no!" Felix panicked

"You're gonna be alright Jack, we will get you help and then kill the bad guys together," Mark said.

"No guys," Jack winced. "It's no use, go on without me. Kill them, get our channels back, destroy them so no one else can get hurt by them again."

"No, Jack, please," Felix sobbed. "Don't die, we love you. Stay."

"Please, Jack, don't say that. We'll get help," Mark said forcing back tears.

"Sean."

"What?" Mark questioned.

"It's Sean." Jack made a small smile. "You never called me by real name."

"Sean," Mark gripped his hand, he felt him getting weaker.

Sean's eyes began to droop. Felix sobbed and turned away.

"Oh, and Mark? Don't forget about me." Jack whispered.

"I won't," Mark promised.

But Sean never heard his reply.

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