Let's Die Together ( Septiplier )

Chapter One

( Can someone help me with a chapter title??? I just can't think of one.... />_<\ )

-Mark's POV-

"- Annnnnnd, I'll see you in the next video," I chirped happily at the camera propped on my desk.
This signaled me to end the video, but I stared at it blankly with a sudden frown. Loneliness, Oh how much I hate you.
Before I could get even more depressed then I had already been, I switched my camera off and exited out of my saved game. Nothing was like it was before- no matter how hard I wanted it to be. It was basically the same house, the same computer, and the same routine. However, something was off.
I lifted my sore body from my chair slowly and made my way to my kitchen: alone.
I'll never get over the fact that I'm alone. No one to call, no one to lay in my bed with, and no one to see every morning. I grew up with my mother's love and welcome, and now here I was: no one to greet me or even say good night.
My thoughts had been brought to an end as I focused more in the fridge. Nothing. I cussed under my breath and continued to the cabinets. Opening them was a waste, because there had been nothing in this house but milk and drinks. For the other things, I'd rather not discuss such disgusting things.
I slammed the cabinet doors shut harshly and marched my way to the living room. With out regards that I need to edit my video, I threw myself on the couch and let a sigh that lifted away the tight feeling from my chest.
I pulled the remote from the enable beside the couch and twisted my body up to see the TV. Turning it to a certain channel, I was instantly blew away with my emotions.
" Last night there had been some type of killing. It leads to another that had been done years ago," the young woman announced as brave as she could," no detective or cops can track the killer down or find an identity. So, please keep yourself inside with locked doors and windows. Don't go out unless your with friends and armed." The silence grew awkward after I turned off the TV. A woman, around her 30's had been the unluckiest to have strolled my path last night. I pushed my back into the couch and rubbed my forehead with the palm of my hand.
" Last night," I growled as darkly as I could. With a frustrated yank in my hair, I curled my body to have my head in my stomach. Before I could allow a some what distorted laugh out, I cut myself off.
" No," I muttered and pushed myself off the couch quickly," I need to calm down and take my medicine."
Living alone can make you do many things, that leading to talking to myself, acting slightly depressed everyday, and more. I would believe this is why I have my so called 'condition', but it couldn't possibly lead me to killing someone, could it?
I stared down hopelessly at the two horse sized pills in my left palm. I hated pills, don't know why and don't know when. I pushed them in my mouth and chugged the readied glass of water. Letting out a breathless sigh of relief,  I placed the glass carefully in the sink and decided to finally not be lazy for once. I charged for my office like room and got in my comfy black chair. I then, began to edit my just made video.
However, getting through the video was harsh. Sometimes the camera would glitch out, and a voice deeper from my own muttering in the back ground. I sighed in annoyance and clipped it from the original. I've saw a few like this before. If I could, I would admit I didn't know what it's caused by. But, I did, and I hated it.
Just knowing what I've done before haunts me, and this is a reminder. I didn't want no one to know, but at the rate I've been going I wouldn't be surprised if someone found out.
" All the way!" I flinched at the familiar song," to victory-" I accepted the call and cleared my throat.
" Hey, Jack!" I chirped softly. Jack chuckled from the other end of the phone. However, that chuckle had been weak unlike his others." I-is there something wrong Jack?" I asked just as softly, showing my concern for the Irish man.
Silence grew from the other side of the phone, this allowing me to hear a sound. There was sirens going off, and they sounded really close to Jack.
" N-no Mark," Jack's voice sounded serous for once," I need your help... You know that one park that's close by?" I was shaken as silence grew again.
" Yeah?" I questioned. I knew where he was talking about, but I didn't know what he wanted me to do this for.
" There is this black and green case buried in front of the oak tree next to the only bench," Jack explained swiftly- seemingly as time passed by it sounded as if his breath was hitching and paced," I need you to dig it out and hide it in your house, and PLEASE don't open it!" And just then, the phone went off. I lowered it into my pants and hurried. If it was something for Jack, I'll try my best.
Shuffling my boots on, I grabbed my car keys and made sure I had a shovel some wheres.
The drive to the park was drenched in silence and wonders. The night fog didn't help as much, just casting a more murderous feeling. However, all this didn't scare me. I'm fact it was a comfortable feeling.
I flashed my turning signal for the lone car passing by and turned into the parking lot to the park. The public park was most likely closed by now, but I was needed to do something.
I shut my car off and quickly made my way out to the closed gate way with the shovel in hand. I sighed and glanced around the large fence. I cracked my knuckles and quickly climbed with out a problem. I use to do this all the time.
I climbed to the peak of the fence and chugged the shovel first. Then, with one long leap I was next. Just like always, my feet planted on the ground with one movement. I dusted my jeans off as if they were covered in dirt, and continued my way south of the park with the shovel.
The park was mysterious and isolated in the dark, the only lighting was the poles that flickered every now and then. It was strange to travel through the paths with no one in sight. It had been also strange to not hear any noises but the howling of the wind. I scarfed under my breath and finally saw my destination. There sat a brown bench with one single oak tree. I quickly ran in front of the oak tree and examined the soil. Loose. I pushed myself up and began digging the already tempered dirt.
Removing the dirt show a black bag that shimmered with the light hitting it. I knelt after tossing the shovel down and dragging it out. I ripped it open to reveal a clean slick case. The base was mainly black but the the corners lines into a 'x' was a bright green. There has been no lock pad, or key pad on it, just two snap clips. I pushed the case back in the bag and replaced the soil once again in the hole, patting it out softly.
After I had settled I glanced around and met gazes with a man. He wore nothing but black, his head even being covered by a bogon.
" You have something I need," his voice growled," hand it over and I might let you free." I stared into his eyes, a smirking dancing to my lips.
" Might," I stared all knowingly," a trucking word, really. I've been in your shoes before, you would kill me even if I handed this case over. You wouldn't want no one to know of it." The man stood stiff, and just before he could grab at his gun hidden on his belt, I had it in my hands. The tip of the silencer laid on his forehead, my finger twitching.
" Wh-o are you?" He asked, shaken by my quick and undepickable move sets.
" Someone that will be ending you," as soon as this was said, the man had no more words. His blood caught in his throat and was leaking from his mouth. He stood there before falling to the ground with a seemingly loud thump!
I stood over the unknown man's dead body, peering over it with a insane stare.
" No!" I shouted to myself and dropped the gun, making it go off one more time. I slapped my head and shook it." There's no helping this now," I mumbled," but he threatened me first." I kneeled down and searched the man's body. I fell upon a sniper rifle on his back, a wallet, and a black card with ' Septic ' written in bright green. I took the sniper and strapped it to my back, along with the gun in my pocket(: with the card). I won't leave no weapons because I had touched them with out thinking. Therefore, I can't leave nothing.
With everything placed, I took a quick glance at the shovel before picking it up and heading away from the crime scene.
Anyone would question; isn't there cameras since it's a public park? Yes, that's why you have to mess around with the security system. All that's needs to be done is to find the modem that everything is connected to and delete a few things. And, since the device seems to be hidden they possibly didn't put a pass code in.
I located the device in the girls bathroom after picking the lock. It was hidden under one of the tiles.  I pulled the device out and scanned it. I've worked with one of these before. I unhooked the back and untangled a red cord, biting it in half. I pulled my phone out and connected the sticking out wire at the headphones section. Instantly, the screen blinked black and showed the menu.
2 hours was deleted from the device, completely ripped. Now I was heading back to the gate, and I had got out in the time I got in. I opened the trunk of my car with a key and grunted. Everything was still there. I lend down and grabbed a rusty knife, moving it around before placing it back down. I shook my head gently and chugged the weapons in, slamming the trunk and locking it.
The drive home was nerve waking. Who was this Septic group and what does Jack have to do with these people? Did I just kill another?
The only answer to my questions was either Jack or the case, and I had a gut feeling that Jake wasn't going to be saying anything. Maybe Jack had gotten into something bad. No, I don't want Jack to corrupt the same way I did. He couldn't be corrupted- so innocent and nice. Maybe he had been a lie the whole time like me. I growled at this thought. No, I won't doubt Jack. He was one of my best friends, he wouldn't lie to me.
My hands was shaking when I removed them from my steering wheel. My car was parked next to a familiar green jeep, thus belonging to none other then Jack. I pushed myself out of my car with the case in my hands tightly. I entered my home to have wide eyes. Jack sat in one of my kitchen chair in the middle of my living room. He faces me with a blank stare.
" Whats the meaning of this?!" I yelled with anger, my nerves were scattered long ago when I killed that man.
" Mark," Jack's voice cracked softly," I'm sorry but there is no way of getting out of this." I growled and clinched my jaw. Shaking my head, I dropped the case in Jack's hands and ran to the kitchen.
Another two pills was slipped down my throat, and now my shaking hands wasn't as shaky.
" Okay," I turned to see Jack staring at me with slight concern," explain everything."