Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter Twelve~

~Jack's POV~

'Nothing..'

The pain never came. (You thought he was dead, didn't you? xD )

I heard sounds in front of me. It sounded like someone was struggling. I heard words, sentences, but they weren't clear to me.

I felt two strong arms grab my shoulders. The pulled me backwards, into a hug. The embrace felt safe and I relaxed for a moment. Until I heard a scream.

I finally was able to open my eyes. I saw Matt on the floor, with ryan on top of him. Ryan held one of Matt's arms to the ground and he was trying to grab the knife from Matt with his other hand. I also noticed that he had a cut in his arm. "Give me the knife Matt! I don't want to do this!" He yelled.

Mark stood behind me and had his arms wrapped around my schoulders and chest. "Are you Ok?" he asked. I didn't answer, I couldn't answer. I just stared at the two fighting guys in front of me.

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Matt screamed sarcastic. "I'm the one with the knife here." "Matt please, I don't want to hurt you!" Ryan said. "You couldn't, even if you tried." Matt said as he pushed Ryan off of him and stood up. Both of them were standing in front of eachother now. "I'm gonna say this one last time. Matt, give me the knife!" Ryan said in a serious tone. "Never. I'm not done here." Matt said with an evil smile.

Ryan then punched Matt in his shoulder. But he didn't really punch him, he just hit him hard with his fingers extended. It seemed to hit a specific point in Matt's shoulder, because he collapsed immedaitly. The knife landed next to him on the ground. Tears were streaming down Ryan's face.

"What did you do?!" Mark asked while he let go of me. "Something that had to be done. I'll get him to his room. Don't worry about me." Ryan said as he picked Matt up and started to walk out the door. "But, what about your arm?" Mark asked. "I said don't worry about me, I'm fine. Worry about Jack, he's in bigger danger then you think, Mark." Ryan answered and he walked away, leaving only me and Mark in the room.

Mark turned towards me. "What does he mean?" I asked. "I don't know." Mark answered, walking towards me. He started to inspect my cuts again. "Are you Ok?" He asked, while he was brushing his fingers over the cuts. "I guess.. I don't know actually." I answered. "Does it hurt?" "A little, but not to much." I answered.

He grabbed my wrist and led me to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and he started to clean the cuts. After he was done, we went downstairs to Mark's car with all my stuff.

~Time Skip~

After a long day of un-packing my stuff, Mark and I went to bed. We haven't seen or heard from Ryan or Matt all day. We got in the bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. I layed with me head on Mark's shoulder and me arm wrapped around his waist, desperately trying to fall asleep. I finally did, but what I got into wasn't nice at all.

I saw nothing but black and I was scared. It felt like I was being watched. Suddenly, I heard a calm and soothing voice and I felt arms wrap around me. "Jack, it's me." The voice said. I turned around and saw Mark. I immediatly felt safe. But then his grip loosened and he fell to the ground. He had a knife in his back. I fell to my knees and shook Mark. "Mark! No Mark!" I cried. "Jack, oh Jack. You're so pathetic. You're part of something bigger you know? Something so big, that even your boyfriend doesn't know about it. Or maybe he's the leader of the project? Just watch out for your beloved friend, Jack. It might save your life." A dark voice said and he began to laugh an evil laugh. I ignored the familiar voice. "Mark, please wake up! I need you!"

I woke up, sweating. I looked next to me where I saw an unharmed Mark. I hugged him close.

"Don't leave me, I need you. Even if you're the villain."