"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." A 21 year old red head muttered.

 

"Oh come on, it's not that bad." A 20 year old blonde replied with an eye roll.

 

"Not that bad? We're stuck in the middle of a gang fight!" Mark exclaimed as he struggled in his chair.

 

"We're not stuck per say." Jackson replied as he stared as the rope started to make red marks on Mark's skin "And stopped struggling! You'll only make it worse." 

 

Mark sighed "Do you just want to call this one a bust?" He asked, settling down.

 

"We're only 20!" Jackson whined.

 

"Correction, your only 20 and you got us tied to chairs inside a warehouse while a gang war goes on outside." Mark answered "Do you really think we can get away alive from this anyway?" 

 

Jackson sighed "No."

 

"Shut up you two!" A gruff voice came from outside the door.

 

"Or what you'll kill us!?" Mark yelled back, annoyed.

 

"Do you think pissing off our guard is the best idea?" Jackson asked.

 

"Do you want to die slowly or quickly?" Mark responded.

 

"I said shut up!" The guard came into the room before Jackson could reply.

 

"Go ahead and kill us then!" Mark said suddenly smirking "Or are you too weak?" 

 

Mark really knew how to piss people off because the next thing both of them knew was black and then waking up in bed as 8 year olds.

 

"I'm so kicking Jackson's the next I see him." A black haired 8 year old muttered darkly before yawning and falling back asleep. 

 

Meanwhile in China-

 

Jackson shivered. He had a feeling Mark wasn't going to let their previous deaths go.

 

"Dang it and I was about to turn 21!" He whined before quieting down when he remembered his parents were in the next room.