Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ~~

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

Finally, the door opened and closed again, before the light flickered back on. It was Collin.

"Fuck! Where is he?" he yelled, turning around and seeing me standing behind him. He yelled as I lunged at him and brought the blade to his throat. I felt like an animal as I slid it through his skin, letting his blood fall to the floor and on myself.

I let his body drop before someone else came into the room. It was Dylan and Garry again, and Dylan still had the gun.

I watched as they looked from me, then down at Collin. I could see the hate and fire in their eyes at the realization at what had happened.

Before they could make a move, I lunged towards Garry and gripped his blue bullshit in my left fist, before holding the blade to his throat and twisting him around.

"Don't shoot!" he screamed at Dylan, who had his gun loaded and finger against the trigger...

"Put him down!" the one eyed man yelled, causing his voice to echo around the room.

"My friends! Are they alive?! Mark! Where is Mark?!" I yelled back at him, letting the blade sink into Garry's skin ever so slightly.

Dylan didn't answer, so I let the blade sink in a little more.

"Yes! Yes! They're alive!" he screamed, "just don't hurt him!"

I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, but the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins.

"Where are they?!"

"At the camp site! Where we found you!" He yelled.

As he spoke, I saw the young girl from before, the one that was in the car. She was looking through the small window on the white door. I didn't see her for long though, before she ran off, a scared look mixed with what I would call determination plastered across her face.

She must have been going to get someone. Tell them what was happening.

What was I going to do? I needed to get back to Mark, but i didn't want to kill anyone else. As always though, my need to see Mark trumped over any sorrow I felt for these men. Especially after what they had just done to me.

I gripped the scalpel and brought it up and plunged it into Garry's chest, straight into what I hoped was his heart.

Nothing will stop me from getting to you Mark!

Dylan was frozen for a second before he fired a shot at me, I jumped out of the way of his first one, but the second pierced straight through my leg and out the other side, and a third connecting with my stomach.

I screamed once again, before falling into the tool tray and onto the floor, metallic objects spread around me.

He tried to shoot me again, but all the gun did was click, he was out of ammo. A slight smile spread across my face as I grabbed at the pair of scissors sitting beside me, sticky with my blood once again.

I looked down to see that my wound had stopped bleeding, but it was still large enough to kill me. It could get infected out there, so I would bmneed to fix it in here. But how? I was trapped with two dead bodies, an angry half blind bastard and a freaky guy with a temper who could walk in at any moment.