Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter Eleven~

~Jack's POV~

"Found you."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the closet. I fell with my back against the floor and he sat on my waist. I started to struggle, but not soon after he grabbed both of my wrists with one hand and pinned them to the ground above my head. I wanted to fight with my legs, but it hurted to much. I couldn't do anything.

"Where should I begin?" He asked, while looking down at me with a big, creepy smile. "Nowhere, thank you very much." I said. He slid the knife across  my cheeck, just not pushing hard enough to make a cut. Then he did the same to my neck and arms. It drove me insane and he wasn't even cutting me yet.

Then, he started to cut in my upper-chest, almost my neck. But for real this time. They felt like papercuts, but much worse. The pain grew as he continued. He made only a few cuts when we heard the front door open. He stopped and immediatly put his hand in front of my mouth.

"Jack?! Where are you?! Are you Ok?!"

I couldn't call out so I started to struggle again. Matt quickly slammed my arms back against the ground with force. I could see he was pissed. He leaned closer and whispered: "If you make any noise, I will murder you immediatly. I promise, understood?" I nodded and he backed away again. He still sat on my waist and it felt really weird. I just couldn't fight back in this position.

We heard footsteps came up the stairs. They stopped right in front of the door, but noone came inside. "Who locked the door?! Jack? Are you in there?!" A concerned voice said. "Oops, maybe I locked the door again when I came in here. My fault, sorry Mark." Matt answered with a smirk. "Matt, let me in! What are you doing to Jack?!" Mark screamed through the door. "Sorry, not gonna let you in. And I'm not doing anything to Jack, he's not even in here." Matt answered.

He took his hand of of my mouth to take the knife again. Knowing that Mark couldn't reach us, he wanted to continue. But I saw the perfect opportunity to call out to Mark.

"Mark! I am here! Matt is cutting me! He WILL murder me later! Please help me!" I screamed. Matt immediatly turned angry and  slapped me across the face. "Shut up!" he said. He was raging.

"Jack?! Shit.. I'm coming to get you! If only this damn door would open.." I could tell he was really annoyed right now. I heard footsteps walk away from the door, maybe Mark had a plan?

My attention was brought back when I felt something on my throat. Matt was holding the knife against my throat. "I said I would murder you if you called out. I don't break promises." He put the knife further against my throat. My heart started beating really fast. 'Is this the end?'

Suddenly, the door bursts open and Mark fell inside. He quickly gets up from the ground and rushes over to us. He grabs the knife out of Matt's hand and throws it across the room. He pushes Matt off of me and helps me up. He looks at my neck with concern, brushing his fingers over the cuts. At the same time, Matt has grabbed the knife again. He walks towards us, but Mark has his back turned to him.

Matt raised the knife up to stab Mark, but I saw it just in time to push Mark away. I was going to take a bullet, a bullet that was ment for Mark.

I was preparing myself to be stabbed, again. But now it was to protect someone, so it didn't matter as much as the first time. At least it didn't matter that much to me. I closed my eyes, I was ready for the pain.

I heard footsteps, and a scream. But it was not Mark's voice. It couldn't be Mark, he was still on the ground. That's where he fell when I pushed him.

Everything happened within a few seconds. My mind couldn't process it. Who was the 4th person in the room? Is Mark Ok? And what is happening to Matt? Mark always said that he was such a nice guy..

My thoughts didn't matter anymore, because that's when I felt it.

Nothing.