"Mark! Mark stop! What are you doing!" I screamed, trying to scramble away from him but failing. My arms were weak and my legs were practically Jell-O. Mark chuckled darkly as he stepped closer to me, a blood spattered knife in his hand and blood staining his clothes. "Im sorry Jack. It has to be done" he said, his voice deep and petrifying. "W-what?" I stuttered, tears trickling down my cheeks. "It has to be done..." He repeated and brought up over him and smiled viciously.