The Hunt (Septiplier boyxboy)

Chapter 12

(I kept imagining Flowey's voice instead of Jack's in this XD)

Jack POV

It had been three days. Three whole days since I had kidnapped those three girls. Three of the longest days of my life.

I had seen the news. They were all over local TV, along with my Ex girlfriend and her boyfriend. I couldn't worry about them though, I had more pressing matters at hand.

I toss and turn in my bed impatiently as I wait for the right time. Finally, I heard Mark's footsteps. I heard him walk around his room, before heading downstairs and out the front door. Perfect.

I spring out of bed, rushing down the stairs to the kitchen. I wrench open one of the drawers and whip out a knife.

You see, over the past few days, my feelings have... Numbed a bit. By feelings, I mean the dread. I can still feel it, and it still hits me really hard after I'm done, but the pleasure I feel always outweighs the dread.

I move the bookshelf, unlocking the door and stepping in. I skip down the steps, grinning widely as I see the girls eyes widen in free.

"Hello again!~" I say happily, stepping in front of them.

They start to yell, only to have their cries muffled by the tape. I lean closer to Delilah, lifting a hand to my ear. "What's that? I can't understand you!"

I grab the side of the tape on her mouth and rip it off in a swift movement, causing her to scream. "Speak up!"

"P-Please just let u-us go! W-We're sorry!" She sobs out.

They all start to sob. I grip the handle of my knife as I feel the familiar intense rage build up.

I lift my knife up and slash it across her cheek. She screams as blood starts to bubble out of the wound.

I roughly grab her hair, forcing her head up. "Say that again! I dare you!"

She shakes her head, shaking violently. I just laugh maniacally as I continue to slash my knife across different parts of her body. Her friends watch in horror as she screams louder each time.

After a while, I finally step back, looking her over in satisfaction and dread. She wasn't going to die from this. No, she's not going to get out of this that easily.

I start to do the same with the other two, but suddenly-

*click*

I freeze as I hear the front door to my house open. No no no NO! Mark wasn't supposed to be home until an hour from now!

Suddenly, Delilah screams. I rush over to her and clamp her mouth shut, but it was too late. I hear footsteps walk to the basement door.

I gulp. I'm dead.

(Rewind to Mark's POV)

I sigh as I look over Emily, who was sobbing in front of me. This was getting boring.

Sure, torturing her boyfriend was fun. And it has been pretty fun to slowly feed his body parts to her over the past few days. But like I said, it's getting boring.

She doesn't even try to fight back anymore, she just sobs. Even when I force her to eat part of her boyfriend's leg, she doesn't snap in anger anymore.

Despite what people say, it's always boring when you fully break your victims.

"You're pathetic. You know that, right?" She looks up at me with her dead eyes, before she looks back down.

"I mean, where's your will to live? Where's the fight? You had that for a while there. So, what happened to it?"

She doesn't answer for a while. Finally, "because you took away Dean." Her voice is hoarse, broken.

Ah, so that's his name. "Pfft, so you give up on living? Pathetic."

She slightly glares at me. "You would be pretty lost if you lost Sean."

I quickly stand up and press my knife to her neck, glaring at her. "Don't you DARE even THINK his name you worthless b*tch! Or I'll-"

"You'll what? Kill me? Torture me?" She smirks at me.

My rage intensifies and punch her as hard as I can, knocking her out.

I turn away, chuckling. She thinks she can get on my nerves? Idiotic b*tch. She has no idea what I have planned. Well, maybe just a little.

I make sure her bonds are tight before I leave, deciding to head home rather early tonight.

(Time skip brought to you by the Boner Cast)

I step inside the house, sighing in bliss as the warmth envelopes me.
I set my supplies on the couch, walking to the kitchen to get a drink.

Suddenly, I hear a scream. It was a girl. It also sounded like it came from... Downstairs?

I raise an eyebrow. Does Sean even have a downstairs?

I follow the sound of where the scream came from, only to find a door. That's the thing though, that door has never been there before. There's always been a bookshelf there. What's Sean hiding from me?

I start to reach out to open the door, but I'm beat to it. The door is suddenly opened from the inside and out steps Sean.

He quickly closes the door behind him and leans against it. "H-Hey Mark. What's up?"

I raise an eyebrow. "I heard a scream. What's going on?"

"O-Oh, I was j-just watching a... A horror movie!"

I cross my arms. "Uh-Huh, sure. How come you never told me you had a basement?"

"W-Well... It's because... It's because it's a mess! I don't want you to see it until I get it cleaned up."

Before I can argue, he grabs my hand, shutting me up. "U-Um, Mark? Can you stay in my bed with me again tonight? I can't sleep..."

I felt all suspicion I had melt for a moment as he looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I couldn't tell him no, no matter what.

I nod and he smiles happily, dragging me away from the door. Before I'm fully away, I hear something strange. It sounded like a girl whimpering. I raise an eyebrow and smirk. Interesting.

We get to his room and he drags me into the bed, clinging to me tightly. I just chuckle and softly hold him. We had been doing this ever since his break up, it had almost become a normal routine. Although I wish I could do more.

I reach over and turn off the lamp, shuffling to get comfortable.

"Goodnight, Sean."

"Night Mark."

I smile as his eyes flutter closed and he falls asleep. I will find out what you're hiding from me, Sean. Because soon, everything about you will be mine.

(Confession: I ship two young guy teachers at my school. I know it sounds weird, but I can't help it. They don't even talk that much, but I ship them together anyway. I know, I sound creepy. Am I the only one like this??)