Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER FOURTEEN ~~

Mark was the one who brought the picture with us. I don't know why; but I just wanted to leave it behind. The picture was just a reminder of the person I was and the people I had. Why Mark though he should bring it, I have no idea.

Once we had exited the store though, we walked over to the large black vehicle and Mark began to try the key. He didn't hand the photo back to me, and I was grateful for it. The key had one of those button clickers that would unlock the doors once pressed. The button did the job, and the indicator lights flickered.

Mark placed my bag and the photo in the back area; it was pretty large, and we would get a lot of supplies into it.

"I think we should grab something else whilst were here." I said, looking over at Mark, who had just shut the hatchback door.

"What do you mean?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, like we need to be prepared, for anything. We should get a spare tyre maybe, and perhaps a spare battery."

Mark nodded and smiled.

"Good idea." He chuckled.

The sound of his laugh brought me up a little higher and I didn't feel so bad now that we were getting back to work.

Mark and I searched the dealership for a spare wheel but were unlucky in the attempt. We did manage to get ourselves a spare battery though.

"Hey Mark." I called, coming up with a small idea. I mean, it could work.

"What?" He asked back.

"Why don't we just try and take one of the tyres from another one of these cars?" I suggested.

Mark looked at me and smiled again. I must have done well.

"Actually, that's a really good idea," he said, "Why didn't we think of that before?" He finished with a chuckle. After he finished, he seemed to frown slightly, like he had thought of something wrong with that plan.

"What is it?" I ask.

"We would need tools to do that." He sighs, obviously realising that we hadn't brought tools. In fact, I don't think they had tools at all.

I took the keys from Marks hand, earning myself a curious look from him, and clicked the boot button. The door opened and I retrieved my bag after placing the photo off to the side. I sat the bag down on the ground kneeling next to it, and gently unzip the frail material pack. Mark knelt down beside me as I did.

There were many things in here that I forgot I even had, but I know I have some tools in here somewhere. I pulled out an old sawn off shotgun and a box on ammunition, a crowbar, another small bag filled with tools and what not and a range of other things such as my old Polaroid camera, and a picture of Sheba when she was only a pup. Eyes wide and deep blue, tail blurred with motion and tongue hanging loosely from the side of her gaping, happy mouth. I smile at the memory and placed the photo behind the next in my hand. There were only to photos in the bag, and the last one was just as memorable and the first.

"Hey Mark?" I call to him as he fiddles around with the tools in the tool bag.

"Yeah?" He calls back without taking his eyes or attention away from the bag.

"Do you remember this?"

Mark looks over and watches the photo alongside me.

I remember this photo like it was yesterday...

"Hey Mark!" I call to my best friend as he dances around my lounge room performing some type of wacky victory dance.

"What?!" Mark shouted back over the sound of the Mario Kart theme song.