Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER TWENTY ~~

A/N

Okay so I should definitely tell you that this chapter may be quite disturbing or graphic for some people. There will be blood, and there will be gore... Kinda...
Anyway..

please read at own risk

The moment would have to end eventually, just like everything else, but I still loved every second of it, every second of him.

I smiled at him before we decided to head back though, lifting the camera earning a questionable look. I kissed him again snapping a quick photo and stuffing it in my pocket.

Mark fell asleep on my lap back with the others, sitting against the car. I wasn't complaining, I lived how he looked when he was sleeping. That look never changed.

His hair was resting against his forehead and cheek, rolling down over his eyes. Some strands were caught amungst his eye lashes. He took in steady breaths and moved melodically. The sight of him so peaceful almost put me too sleep myself. I wish I could sleep, truth is, I haven't in a few days now, and I was tired.

Mark seemed to make a small noise in his sleep and his jaw seemed to fence. Was he having a bad dream?

"Don't worry, I'm here..." I soothed quietly, placing my hand on his shoulder, dragging it up and down gently.

He seemed to relax again after that, which made me feel, in some way, special. I felt like I could protect him both in and out of his dreams. I might ask him what the dream was when he wakes.

I could feel myself drifting out of consciousness, and even though I knew it would be dangerous, I let my body slip into a deep sleep.

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It was their steps that woke me... I could hear them against the dry grass. I didn't open my eyes, because I was afraid that if I did, it wouldn't be Mark, Cry, Wade or Ken up for a drink of water or something.

I tried to remain still, trying to calm myself of the off thoughts that were floating through my mind, but they wouldn't leave.

"Is that the one?" a voice whispered.

I recognised that voice... I recognised it all too well...

"Yeah, that's him. He's the one that killed them," someone else replied to them.

"Grab the other," he said again.

All at once, I woke up and began to yell. I was trying to wake the others. Once my eye sight adjusted to the darkness, I could just make out six people.

There were two people holding Mark from me, and one each on the other boys, holding them to the ground. Cry looked terrified.

"What are you doing?!" Mark yelled, trying to get answers.

"Your little boy toy here killed some of our people, and we intend to return the favour," the man's deep voice crackles.

I could see the fear in Mark's eyes and they bagan to drag me away. I can't leave him! I just found him again!

"Let me go you fucking bastards!" I screamed, trying to shake them off of me, but it was no use. I tried as hard as I could to pull free, but they were holding on too tight for me to escape. I couldn't get to him...

"What do we do with these ones?" a tall man with ginger hair asked, kicking Mark in the side making him wince.

I growled at the sight of him hurting Mark, even a little.