{Apocalypse} Septiplier Fanfic

Burned

"MARK!"

Blood painted the ground as vicious growls and painful screams tainted the air. Jack could only imagine that awful experience. A combination of teeth, claws, and the fear of death. He must be going through the worst pain right now...

So why isn't Jack helping him?

The young gang members kept a firm hold on Jack's arms as his boyfriend was mauled by their dog...right in front of his eyes.

Soon, those things started closing in. The brain-dead monsters that were once living humans were becoming a threat to the punks. That's the only reason they left? It wasn't because they eventually felt bad for Mark....oh no. It was because THEIR lives would be in danger if they stayed any longer.

"C'mon, let's get out of here".

Finally, the punk kids left, and Mark didn't have to get ripped into shreds.

"M-Mark...P-Please....please wake up. Please. Oh god, Mark...please..".

Jack has never felt fear like this. Seeing Mark laying on the ground....the whole left side of his face bloodied, and his left forearm ripped and gushing with blood. Could he have prevented this? What if Mark was totally blinded?

Was it Jack's fault?

Jack woke up in a panic, his breathing uneven and heavy. Tears coated the corners of his eyes, and sweat dripped down his forehead. He felt Mark move slightly as he laid in the bed with him "Jack? What's wrong?" the American asked in a gentle voice that was full of concern.

Jack sniffled and laid back down, wrapping his arms around Mark and snuggling close "I'm sorry. I wish I could've done something to save you in time..." he tried not to cry "It's my fault you're half blinded".

Mark's eyes widened, and his expression saddened "Jack, it's not your fault. You didn't cause that to happen. You didn't want that to happen, and there's nothing you could've done to prevent it" he stroked his lover's hair "Please don't let this burden you for the rest of your life. My eye wont change....I don't want you depressed because of that. I want you to get used to it" his voice was calm, caring, and ginger. The deep tone to his voice was so soothing, almost poetic.

Jack sighed quietly "You're right..." he muttered "...'m sorry".

Mark smiled and gently wiped Jack's tears away with his thumb "Stop apologizing so much" he teased, kissing Jack's forehead. Jack smiled a little and slowly closed his eyes "I love you". "I love you too, Jack". And with that, the two went back to sleep. This time, the nightmares stayed away.

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3 Days Later

For the past few days, Matt, Ryan, Mark, and Jack, have all stayed in the house, simply hanging out and avoiding anything outside as much as they could. Eventually though, Mark started to feel awful for staying inside for so long. He had friends who were possibly out there suffering...and he wasn't there helping them.

"What? You're leaving? Are you crazy?" Ryan followed Mark as he walked to the front door. "I can't stand sitting on my ass in the safety of my home while people are out there dying. Ryan, our friends are out there...and so many other innocent people. I can't just...let them die". Ryan sighed softly and just turned, walking away to sit on the couch.

"At least let me come with you, Mark..." Jack said softly, walking over to his slightly older boyfriend. Mark looked at Jack, about to decline, but....he knew he couldn't go out there alone "Alright. Just stay close to me". Jack smiled and nodded "I'll go get our stuff" he said, referring to their bags and weapons they'd bring every time they went out.