Danger In Love

Danger In Love: Gone

((Hello everyone once again! Sorry this update is so late today, I was out with the family. You know how it is :) Anyway enjoy! ))

"Wait!"

Mark calls out one more time. Felix growls and glares over at Mark, the gun never leaving its target, Jack.

"What the hell do you want now!?"

Felix shouts angrily at the man, blood still pouring down his face, and adding an even more menacing appearance to the man. Mark sighs and looks down for a few seconds before looking up, his brown eyes now filled with anger.

"Do you want to know why I left you for dead Felix?"

Mark says in a soft growl, seeming to earn Felix's attention as his hand lowers slightly.

"For this reason exactly, you are an ass who cares for nothing but himself."

Mark continues his voice growing louder with each word and dripping with venom

"You should have died back then, you deserved to and still deserve to. Even if we die today, I know you will burn in hell where bastards like you belong!"

Mark finishes, his voice now a yell the anger never fading. Felix's eyes burn with anger, he turns away from Jack who watches worriedly and walks forward standing in front of the bars and aiming the gun at Mark who glares right back, the gun seeming to not worry him.

"I belong in hell?..."

He mumbles quietly, just loud enough for Mark to hear.

"You're the one who shot me... your the one who left me, I though I could trust you..."

Felix says, his voice breaking slightly before he regains his composure, his anger returning full force.

"But now I get my revenge, I've been waiting for years Mark, years to find you. And now I'm in control! I finally get to do what I've always wanted to."

He finishes squeezing the trigger slightly. Before anyone can react Mark reaches through the bars and grabs the gun, twisting it until he hears a small crack and Felix cries out releasing the gun. The guards release Jack and reach for their guns, but Mark shoots them dead before they can.

"Maybe you should stop with the monologues, Felix..."

Mark growls glaring at Felix and aiming the gun at him, his voice sending chills down even Jack's spine. Felix smiles, seeming strangely ok with the situation.

"Unlock the cell or I shoot you...."

Mark snarls at the man. Felix does as he is told and grabs the keys unlocking the cell. Mark walks out keeping the gun aimed at the man, who keeps his cocky grin. Jack stands in the back slowly standing up and watching the scenario.

"Kill me then Mark... do it."

Felix challenges quietly, his blue eyes mischevious. Mark shakes his head and reaches into his pocket with his free hand, planning to call his boss and simply have the man arrested.

Felix quickly reaches into his pocket pulling out a small pocket knife and lunging at Mark. Mark instantly pulls the trigger, leaving Felix dead on the ground.

Shots continue to ring out as Mark keeps shooting, though the man was far gone, mangling the corpse even more. Mark looks angry, but tears brim his eyes, and he keeps shooting.

Soon the gun empties and he clicks the trigger a couple more times before dropping the now empty gun, looking at Felix's mangled corpse, red staining the floor, the cells, everything.

Mark wipes his eyes before turning around and looking for Jack. Jack stands behind a large box, his head hidden, but Mark can hear him gagging. Wanting to throw up but having nothing in his stomach to do so.

Mark sighs and walks over to the man placing his hand on his shoulder. Jack jumps slightly before standing up and wiping his mouth, keeping his eyes on Mark to avoid looking at the gruesome scene.

"Lets go..."

Mark says quietly, his voice emotionless though Jack can see the sadness in his eyes. The sadness in the thought that Felix was truly gone, though it was for the best.

"Are you ok Mark..."

Jack asks quietly before they begin walking.

Mark nods slightly but glances back at the scene once more. Jack watches him and soon puts his arm around the man, forcing him to start walking and not look back at what had happened. Mark takes in a couple shaky breaths before they begin walking, out of the building, away from the horrors.