Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN ~~

"Please don't take... My sunshine... away~"

I knew that song, and that voice... How I missed that voice... So, so much.

"You have a beautiful voice, Mark," I spoke for what felt like the first time in years, my throat burning and my eyes watering as I attempted to look at him.

He jumped to start with, I could feel the movement around me, it shook me really.

"Jack?"

"Who else ya big dummy?"

I wanted to hug him as I watched tears run down his face, but I felt myself restrained by something. I felt like I was tied down, motionless.

"Mark, I can't move?" I questioned, looking from his eyes, trying to see what it was but I couldn't move my neck properly.

"What's wrong with me?
What's happ-"

Mark stood and was trying to shush me and calm me down, but I just fell limp.

Jonathan... What happened back there? How did I get here?! I was dreaming wasn't I?

"Fuck!" I shouted, trying to wake myself up.

I shook my body back and forth as much as I could manage.

"Jack! Jack calm down!" Mark shouted at me, trying to hold me still, "Stop please..."

"You aren't real. Stop it, you aren't real!" I kept throwing myself backwards and from side to side.

"I am real! Jack I'm real, please! You need to stop! You're going to hurt yourself even more."

I was trying to register what he was saying but none of it made any sense. How did I get here? Had they let me go? Did Mark come and get me? Where are the others? This can't be real!

"We came and got you, Jackaboy..." Mark soothed, "I came and got you..."

I stopped moving and let myself breath.

"You came back for me? So- So this is real? I'm not asleep? Or dead?"

"No! God no, never on my watch Jack... I promise..."

I sighed and felt as Mark ran a hand through my stiff, dirty hair. I could feel it. The blood.

"Mark, I-"

"I know... I know, but you did what you had too..." He just kept stroking my hair, calming me down. I needed it I guess, I felt like I was going crazy.

"Where are the others, Mark? And where are we?"

Mark tensed up after my question, I had no idea why, but it couldn't be good. Could it?"

"Mark!" A female voice called from somewhere I wasn't sure of. But that couldn't be right... We didn't have any females in the group. There was just Mark, Wade, Ken, Cry, and I... Right?

"Jack!" She called shortly after. She knew my name? Who was it?

I watched as a small girl ran to my side. I jolted a little in place as she looked me over.

I recognised her... She was the girl from the car, this was Alana's sister.

"I-I remember you..." I trailed off, reminding myself of the last time I saw her face.

I was in the room, the white and red room. I was killing... And...

I froze, looking up at her again.

"Why are you here?"

"Jack, this is TJ. She came and got us, she brought us back to you. It's because of her that you're here right now." Mark smiled, looking down at me with his hand still on top of my head.