Kidnapped

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~Jack POV~

I didn't even bother to help Mark up, my emotions were too mixed up anyways. After slowly walking back to the river, I sat in the dirt, despite the fact that I was still drenched. My knees were already covered from straddling Mark. I thought of the way Mark had stared at me, almost into me it seemed. The thought made my stomach churn, making me groan in unease.

I sat there for a while, almost entirely nauseous as I tried to clear Mark from my thoughts. Moving didn't seem to be an option, except it seemed to be necessary seeing as I could hear footsteps approaching. Grunting loudly, I pushed myself to my feet and scampered into some nearby bushes, hiding from the group of strangers. I watched in complete silence as the large group passed by. Fortunately, none of them saw me, but I was still worried. They seemed like normal people, except for that fact that they had just come from the direction of the wall, and they were carrying long lengths of rope and weapons. A lot of weapons. 'Bads," I thought with malice.

It was several minutes before I moved, almost completely positive that the group was gone. Just as I stood up and brushed myself off, I heard screams coming from the town. In a moment of panic, I jumped and hoisted myself into the nearest tree, not wanting to be in the open when the Bads came back. My thoughts went straight to Mark, and the danger her could be in. I slapped a hand against my forehead, annoyed with myself for being concerned about him. 'He can go get himself killed, I don't care... but I do. I do care. I care so much. But why do I care?'

Whoops of glee snapped my thoughts back to reality, and I watched as the Bads hurried back to the wall, dragging groups of people behind them. 'They're kidnapping some of the Goods," I realized.

I looked on silently for a bit longer, but I almost screamed when I saw Mark, ropes tied tightly around his wrists, and the right lense of his glasses broken. Anger quickly rose inside of me, and I gripped a branch to keep me from doing anything stupid.

Even though it had been a while since the group passed, I was still filled with anger. In a bout of rage, I punched the tree I was perched in, immediately regretting my actions. "WHY DO I CARE?!" I screamed at myself.

Slumping against the trunk, I let loose a torrent of tears, not caring if I was being loud. "Why do I care?" I whimpered, trying to sort through my thoughts. Mark was the only person that had been nice to me. The others weren't particularly rude, Mark was just the only person who had ever tried talking with me. I wouldn't consider him a friend, but he obviously cared.

So I should care.

Growling, I jumped out of the tree and ran towards the wall, determined to help Mark escape.

Night was approaching, and darkness was quickly enveloping the land. I hadn't seen any of the Bads since earlier in the afternoon, but I didn't need to see them to know where they were going. They had practically left a trail, seeing as there were so many people in their company, including the kidnapped Goods. It had to be midnight when I finally stopped to rest, my breathing labored seeing as I had been running almost the entire time. Still breathing heavily, I pulled myself up up tree, which took way more effort than I would have liked. As I leaned against the trunk of the tree, I wheezed, amazed that I had actually gotten up as high as I did. Looking at the sky, I thought of Mark for the millionth time that day. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought of him, and his beautiful eyes. "I-I lo_."

I stopped myself, pushing that thought out of my mind. Instead I glared at the branch in front of me and hugged myself to keep warm. "I'm sorry Mark," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

With that, I closed my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of crickets.

Author's Note

So, a lot happened in this chapter, stuff kinda went from 0 - 100 real quick. (*puts shades on -A) Anyway, Jack's on his way to get our little Markimoo and hopefully no one dies. But we wouldn't ever do anything like that, would we? (*cough cough* -A) Oh. Wait? We would. (*nods* -A) Oh. Well, anyway, I hoped you guys like this chapter AND WE WILL SEE ALL YOU DUDES... In the next video!!

All in all, Buh-Bye!
Peace! -A

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