Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER SEVEN ~~

I couldn't see a thing when I woke again. There was something covering my eyes, but I could still hear alright. It was probably a bad idea to walk through that door, but ahh well, you learn with experience, right? After a few minutes of silence I hear someone walk into wherever I was being held.

"What are we supposed to do with him?" Someone asks someone else.

"I have no idea, but we can't just kill him." They reply.

"Well he can't stay here." Another voice states.

"What are we supposed to do then?" The first one asks again.

There was a moment of silence before I felt something touch my throat, a blade. My entire body tenses up, and my heart rate heightens.

"Markus!" Someone else yells.

I have no idea what I have gotten myself into, but I needed out, I just needed to figure out my options. I flex my hands, causing a rope to tighten around my wrists. The ropes wouldn't be an issue, but the blindfold is another story. I need to know how many people were in this room, I needed to know how many I would have to fight. I recall there only being three voices, but there may have been four.

"I say we just kill him and get it over with." This Marcus person says.

"Markus, I swear to god, you do not run this group. I do!" A loud voice booms from somewhere else.

"I say, let him speak." The one whom had shouted before says.

I hope they listen to him, because that would make this much easier for me to escape. I had been tied like this once before, and I had escaped that as well. I'm not exactly intimidating, which gives me the advantage over people because they expect I'm weak.

I hear a sigh, and then the blindfold is lifted and the light around me blurs, with colours running in to each other. I can feel them untying the gag from my face and my vision slowly focuses. There are four people in the room. The one with the knife I assume is Marcus and the tall man with the beard in the corner with his arms crossed seems like their leader.

"Who are you?" One of them asks looking at me with a disgusted look.

I simply stare at him.

"I said," He asks again, "What's your name?"

"Jack." I spit at him as he nears me. When I mention my name he seems to back up a little, why?

"And you are?" I question him right back. I hear nothing for a moment as he shares glances with the leader and the other man in the room.

"What?" Markus asks seeing them exchanging looks. They still say nothing, so I take my chances and jump up after wriggling my way out of the ropes whilst they were pre-occupied with their silent words. I dart at Markus and flip him around holding his knife to his throat making him freeze, and the others too.

"Jack!" My questioner yells.

"I want out of here, with all my shit or he dies." I negotiate calmly, earning a worried look.

"What happened to you Jack?" He asks again, he looks sad. What happened to me? Did I know him? What's happening?

"Who are you?" I ask again, I needed an answer.

"You really don't remember?" He answers with another question. I look at him with a look to say 'No'. He seems taken by this, Should I know him?

"It's Wade, Sean."