Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER TEN ~~

I was still in college when I was informed about Mark's death. I remember sitting in the middle of my English class when I received the text message.

"Sean, I need to call you." It read. It was a message from Wade.

I was doing so well in all of my classes in college. I was getting A's right the way through each and every class. English was my favourite, next to Computer Tec and Sociology.

"Right now? Really Wade?" I sent back, making sure that my teacher didn't see me with my phone out.

School wasn't too tough for me, because I knew how to manage my time. A hell of a lot of people failed their classes because they can't figure out stable time management, I was different. They couldn't keep on top f work, and others didn't hand in assignments on time, earning them a low mark, or even a dead fail.

"It's really important." He sent back.

I was ahead in my classes actually. I would be asking for extra work, or doing extra study on the side in my free time. I would stay in the library and complete tasks such as research enquires and essays. I had friends I could have spent those spare moments with, but I knew what I needed to do to get where I wanted to be.

"More important than my education?" I quickly type as the teacher is facing the other direction.

I had a computer at home, although it wasn't very fast. I didn't need it to be fast, I just needed somewhere to work. I would write essay upon essay on that thing. I couldn't do research because I was lacking the internet cable, but I could still complete other types of work.

"Yes." He replies simply.

I sigh and stand up, walking around my desk and towards the teacher. She was talking so I waited a little. When she finally turned around I asked if I could leave for a few moments to answer an important phone call, and she said yes. She said yes because she knew that I had already completed the work that others were still only contemplating working on.

I walked out into the hall and clicked the small call icon next to wade's contact. It rang twice before he answered.

"Wade, this better be important." I groan waiting for him to ask something stupid.

After a few moments of nothing I was beginning to wonder what was going on.

"Wade?" I question looking at my screen to see if he was still on the other side of the line.

"S-sean.." He croaked out. He was crying? Why was he crying?

"Wade! Why- what's happened? What's going on?"

Wade never cried. I had never seen him show that emotion, not because he was heartless, but because there was never any need too. But for some reason, there now was.

"M-Mark, Mark's.." He trails off again.

"Mark? Mark's what Wade? What's wrong with Mark?"

By this time I had so many scenarios running through my mind, I was feeling dizzy. He was at war, and when someone calls me up crying about him there can only be...

"Oh god..." I whisper, my voice cracking at the end.

I didn't know what to do, so I just ran. I ran from my classes leaving everything in its place. I ran for my life, I ran for Mark's. I didn't even need to hear what else Wade had to say, because I knew. I didn't need clarification because I knew. I didn't need someone cracking over the phone, telling me that my world had just ended, because I knew.