Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter Sixteen~

~Jack's POV~

"Did you miss me?" 

I couldn't even look around before I heard a loud noise, like a 'Bonk'. But I didn't feel something, so that means..

" Mark!" I yelled while I dropped to the ground. I shook Mark's shoulders, but he was unconscious. "What just happened?" I mumbled while I started to look around. But I saw noone.

"Come here you bastard!" I yelled to my apartment. "As you wish." A voice said.  He walked out of the kitchen with a cooking pan in his hand. "Now that your boyfriend is unconscious, you have no defense." He chuckled. "Come here, you know you're going to lose. You have nowhere to run. This will be so much easier if you just work with me." 

I didn't notice him getting closer until he grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull away but his grip was strong. "Snap out of it! I know you can! Please, Ryan!" I screamed, but it seemed like he didn't even hear me. He just grinned evilly.

He was about to hit me with the pan when he shook his head in a weird way. His grip loosened and I fell to the ground, looking up at him. "Jack, I'm sorry. They're controlling me, just like I told Mark. And I can't do anything about it, god dammit!" Ryan fell to his knees. "Run!" He screamed. I started to run to the bedroom, but I tripped in the process.

Ryan had changed again when he ran up to me. He grabbed my wrist to let me sit up straight. But when I did, he hit me with the pan. I blacked out almost immediatly.

~Time skip~

I woke up in a bright room. My head hurt a little and I was tied up in a chair. When my sight became more clear, I started to inspect the room. It was a smal room with a door, a black window which looked more like a mirror and a chair.

After a few minutes, a guy walked in. I recognized his white mask and brown hair, Cry. He was one of the popular guys, the other was Ken. It was not like I hated them, but they were really close to Felix lately. I didn't like it because I didn't want to lose my best friend.

Cry always wore his mask. Nobody really knew why, but he had a panick attack when someone tried to pull it of. Nobody ever tried to do that again. But after a while he became popular because of his secret and I guess it stuck.

Ken is his best friend. He always wears his bearhat. People questioned at first, but he never answered. Teachers even tried to make him take it off, but it never worked. When Cry became popular, Ken automatically became popular too.

But why was Cry here? Is he part of this too? But if he's here.. That means that Ken... "Hey Cry? What are you just standing there? He's heavy!" Ken said from outside the door. Speak of the devil..

Then Cry started speaking. "Hey Jack, I think you're wondering why you're here, right? Well, I'll explain that later. But before I'll start explaining, you can see your friend. It's a rule here. Because we don't know how you two are going to work out. But that's enough from me. Ken! Bring him in!"

Ken then walked in the room with a person in a chair. He was tied up the same way as me, but his eyes were shut and his head was hanging down. His red hair gave away his identity immediatly. Ken put the chair with Mark right in front of me. Cry then kneeled in front of him and slapped him softly in the face. "Wake up.." He mumbled. Meanwhile, Ken untied me and I rubbed my wrists because they hurted. After a few weak slaps Mark's eyes opened. His eyes widened when he saw Cry.

"Where am I?" He said while looking around the room. I heard Cry chuckle a little. "Fuck.." Mark mumbled while Cry untied him too. "Tell me this is a dream." He said. Cry stood up and walked over to Ken. "You can't wake up." He said. "This is not a dream." Ken added while he leaned on Cry's shoulder. "I'll give you two ten minutes, then we'll be back. Go ahead and talk." Cry said while he walked out of the door with Ken. I heard the door getting locked.

"Mark, what's going on?" I asked. "I don't know, but these rooms don't mean anything good. What did they say to you?" He said. "That they have to tell me something.. Important.." I said while Mark stood up from his chair. "I don't know what they're going to say, but I'm pretty sure they're going to lie. So promise me that you'll don't believe a word, Ok?" He said and I nodded.

I trust Mark. We're like partners in crime.

"Hey Mark?" "Hmm?" "How long do you think we will stick together?"

"Why do you ask? Are you annoyed of me already?" "No, not at all! I mean, maybe we could be something.." I got cut off.

"You know what? I think It's safe to say that.." "That what?"

"That we could be together until death does us apart, like partners in crime. And maybe lovers?"

"Did you just read my mind, again?" "No?" He chuckled.

"But I'd like that very much." I admitted "So, Mark. Do you promise that only death can do us apart?"

"Promised."