Darkness falls

Blood stained.

Marks legs gave way to the pain and he slumped down, ripping the sword out of the wall, and collapsing to the ground. Mark screamed in pain as all his senses were flooded with the burning sensation of the pain. Blood spilled from the wound in his shoulder and coated his chest with dark red blood.

"Fuck you asshole." Mark managed through all the pain.

Mark closed his eyes and gritted his teeth against the pain, which was ripping through every muscle and fiber of his body.

Some where near by Mark hear Tamika scream, and he slowly opened one eye. Jack was standing over Tamika and hitting her.

"Shut up!" Jack was screaming.

Mark slowly gripped the sword in his shoulder and pulled it. Pain ripped his arm and he roared in pain.

Jack and the young man spun on mark.

"Well well. Looks like you have some fight left in you after all." Jack quipped with a grin that made Mark want to tear someone's throat out.

Mark glared at Jack and ran forward, thrusting out the sword. The young man that was with Jack threw himself at Mark, but in the absence of thinking, impaled himself on Marks sword. Mark dropped to the floor and groaned with the pain in his arm. He was beginning to feel weak with the loss of so much blood and began to loose consciousness.

Tamika began to scream again but mark could do nothing, he slipped off into oblivion, no more feeling of pain, and not a thing to worry about.

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Mark felt a tingling feeling all through his body, and he opened both eyes with a snap.

"What the hell..." Mark began but was cut off by the scene before him.

He was in a white room, but was strapped to a bed, Jack was no where to be seen, nor was Tamika. Daniel and Samantha weren't in the room either.

A person entered the room, a man by the shape, and approached the bed. The man swung a big metal object over Mark's shoulder and shoved a Syringe into the pit of Marks injured arm. Mark screamed as the pain that he had forgotten flood back into his body.

"Argh, you bloody wanker."

The man looked down at mark and... Smiled.

Suddenly a bright white light enveloped mark and then began to throb with what seemed like a life of its own. The pain in Marks shoulder began to lessen and he relaxed a little, letting the light work its magic.

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Mark opened his eyes and slowly sat up. He surveyed the room, it was filled with all sorts of objects, and slowly Mark stood up and walked to the closest window. As he approached he bumped into a table and was ready to scream with the pain that was surely about to hit... It never came.

Mark glanced down at his shoulder; there was no gaping wound, not even a scar.

"How..." Mark muttered as he ran his hand over the the place where the sword had penetrated.

Mark looked up and out the window at an amazing sight.

"Wow, where am I?"

The sight before Mark was one that no one would ever experience in their lifetime. An amazing city stretched out in front of his eyes, And in the center was a ziggurat. The streets where packed with people carrying baskets of food to street stalls and homes. Mark knew he was somewhere ancient but how he had got there he didn't know. And only one culture had ever used ziggurats, Mayans. Mark had somehow ended up in an ancient Mayan city.