Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ~~

I slammed my fists against the door in pure frustration towards the realization that I had failed my family. Again.

"Mark! Stop! There was nothing you could do!" Ken yelled as I hit my head against the metal locked door.

"Why! Why should I! This was my fault, again! This was my fucking fault and you know it!"

"What are you talking about?! You couldn't have stopped that!"

"It was my fault the entire ordeal went down!"

"No it wasn't!"

"I was the one who got jumped in that store! I was the one who made Jack stay! I was the one who fell in love! This is my fault! Mine and only mine!"

They all stood back. I wasn't sure if they were more shocked towards the fact that I was right, or that I used that word. Love. I mean, they'd never heard me genuinely say it before.

"Mark, listen to me..." Ken said softly, "You can't blame yourself for the chapters that led to the ending okay, they were made before there was any idea of what would happen. There is no point in blaming yourself for this. That's like saying it was your fault because you were born."

I shook my head. He made sense. He always made sense...

"Oh... My... God..." I heard Cry whimper from the front area of the truck. The place I had left Jack.

Ken and I turned around as well, looking in his direction.

"What did they do to him!" Cry shouted, a tear escaping his eye. He was quite neutral, he wasn't soft, but he was very caring and emotional. That was something I had picked up about our formerly masked friend.

"Obviously quite a lot..." Ken trailed off, looking from Jack and then too me.

"We need to get him help, but I have no idea how to do anything like this. I was never the best at doing this kinda stuff," I groaned at my own inability to provide him with the proper care that he needed right now.

"I don't know much about it, but if you can help me out a little, Mark, I think that we can help. Anything's better than letting him stay like this."

"You're right; we should at least try..." Cry agreed.

I nodded my head and looked around for something we could use. Anything really. Sheets, cloth...

"There's a cupboard in the back, there's a medical kit in there. All the trucks were installed with one!" TJ called from the front of the truck, obviously she was having the same idea.

"Leave it for now though, okay? Just for now. When we get back to where I found you guys, we will stop there and I can fix him up, I know a little more than you might think."

Cry smiled at her words, and then stopped when he saw my amused expression.

I didn't want to leave him here like this any longer than I had too, but she seemed to know what she was doing, so I would wait. I would just have to look after him in smaller ways until then.

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The ride seemed to last for days, although it was only a couple of hours. The trip back to our stuff took more time due to how fast the truck would go. There was a noise from the front, and then the vehicle stopped altogether.

I was the first to move towards the door, machete in hand just in case. There were no windows on the truck, so I was blind to whatever could be waiting for us on the other side of this door.

I held the blade up slightly in both hands, motioning for Ken to open the door, letting the three of us out, the first thing to see being our Jeep.