The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

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So this is the final chapter for the book, I plan to hopefully come out with the third book by summer. Thanks for all the reading you've been doing and supporting me in what I've posted so far ❤ Don't forget to comment and favorite the chapter babes xo

Jason's hands let me go, and suddenly my tied wrists were free, but I didn't dare to run. I felt too weak to make it out running with him still on top of me. I'm not tired and not useless: just weak.

"Why did you let me go?" I questioned him in astonishment. His eyes were furrowed beneath his eyebrows and were coloured in a dark shade of defeat. He didn't answer my question, and instead sat back on his heels while I was cornered against the wall. His back blocked the light from above, and all I saw was a faded silhouette of him. His eyes barely barely exposed against the blur of the blinding light. My breathe, uneasy, refused to change, it actually raised as I felt a large amount of discomfort overtake me.

"I don't understand why you hate me so much." He growled with emotional frustration.

My hands, still tied together, raised and backhanded him.

"I hate you because you destroyed me as a human."

"I'm trying to give you a chance to love me, and we can start over."

"Giving me a chance?" I questioned him in shock. I began to chuckle from the ridicule of his comment and shook my head violently.

"I hate you." I growled at him. I raised my right leg and aggressively kicked his sternum. "I hate your guts so much! There is no starting over on my side. You are fucked up and you are the reason we are in this position."

His sadden eyes quickly turned grim, hollow of emotions.

"These people you met are making you act this way." He growled.

His eyes suddenly lifted to mine and looking me right in mine with a deathly glare.

"You'll never see them again." He declared in a dark mumble.

My heel suddenly slammed into his ribs once more, as hard as I could kick. I could hear the way his lungs collapsed for a second, short of air, with the way he wheezed in agony. He was on his back while I climbed to my feet and ran while pulling apart the tag around my wrist. I pulled the door he moved into the doorway, and slammed it into the floor. Once free to run, I sprinted out into the hall. I didn't look back as I dashed for escape.

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"Hi honey, you're gonna show me where the camp is, you lovely man." The mysterious female told Bob, in her left hand sat a machete and a pistol in the other. Her frame was petite but strongly built, and despite her being half his size she didn't look like she messed around. Her hair was blonde and sat completely straight underneath her furry hat. Her skin was a white as snow, she looked like the bitter queen of winter. She didn't seem cold underneath her leather jacket and jeans, she is cold blooded to the bone.

"Have fun fucking around with these shits, say hi to Arie for me, will ya?"

Her bitter way of speaking angered Jack, yet covered him in chills as her soul was colder than ice. Aidan eyed her keenly until they had disappeared through the trees. She didn't keep the patience to stick around, and didn't show a single indication regarding remorse in her eyes.

"How about we play a little game." Aidan sadistically told Jack, with a kick of amusement hitting his voice daringly. He pulled his automatic gun back, showing off the load of bullets he put it, and then prepped the gun.

"A little game of Russian roulette."

Jack's racing heart pumped boiling blood mixed with both anger and fear, he knew exactly the amount of insanity Aidan carried. It left Jack uneasy with a growing sense of fear terrorizing him, especially when a gun was left to dictate his life. Killing people instantly would be the most merciful wish Aidan would do with it.