Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ~~

Every so often in one's life there are moments that will never be forgotten no matter how much you try. No matter how many days and nights you spend telling yourself that it wasn't that bad, or that stuff like this happens all the time, you'll never believe it, even if its you saying it. Moment's that force you into a new body and mind, completely detonating the awaiting time bomb hidden inside all of us and destroying the person we once were. Every so often we have to turn and put on a smile hidden in masquerade to prevent the destruction of someone else because surely if they knew what you now did they would fall apart too.

Wade was not supposed to leave us today, and I don't care how many people want to turn around and say that it was written in the stars because it wasn't. It was an improvisation edited in because of a stupid decision made by yours truly... I am so, so sorry Wade...

I could only hear a briskly sharp ringing in each ear when the room slowly came into focus. Shards of broken glass shattered and thrown around us like confetti, shinning like glittering cellophane tinted red with something I don't want to remember... I just wish I could forget about you Wade... I don't want to remember. It sounds so absolutely stupid of me but the look on his face... I just want to forget it... I just want to forget him! PPLEASE LET ME FORGET!

"Jack?"

I glanced beside myself blinking in the appearance of the man standing next to me. He looks so small with the scared look flaunting itself in his eyes, red splattered across the left side of his body and probably covering his back... Was I the same?

I didn't say anything to Dan as I swivelled my head without moving my body to acknowledge the five new faces showing the same amount of shock as I was wearing. Did they see everything? How long had they been here?

I shook in place, Dan standing a mere few millimetres to my left, clutching his arms across his torso, a sick feeling erupting from me at what I just reminded myself of...

Wade was gone... He was now spread far and wide across this room, across walls and the floor maybe not the ceiling but I was too afraid to check...

Phil stood unwavering in his place a few small cuts across his pale cheeks from the blast and glass. He didn't look as terrified as the others nor did TJ but the other three? We'd grown up together... Mark, Wade, Cry, Ken, Bob and I, along with Felix as well... We'd lost Felix without me even really giving acknowledgement, a guilty feeling washing through me at the thought. As I thought, I had no idea what happened to Bob, I never asked... And... Wade... He was a great man, an amazing human being and someone the world will regret misplacing...

Dan clung to the side of my arm, I assumed he was scared until I felt myself falling and realized that he was trying to hold me up. Both his arms under mine as he held me from the glass-sprinkled ground. The entire mirror box had somewhat evaporated in a way.

Ken and Cry stood stiff, gazing in and occasionally blinking towards the mess that had unfolded through the past couple of minutes... Such a small space of time created so much hurt.

Mark though, he wasn't looking at the blood on the ground, or the splintering glass that had been propelled across the room, nor was he staring blankly in the last location he had seen his old friend no... He was looking right at me... And he didn't look shocked nor did he look scared, he simply looked... Disappointed.

It couldn't have been anything but that. That was the look radiating off of him, pressing it into my skin as a weakly managing Dan held me up as I stared right back at him. Disappointed... Why did it have to be that.

"Dan!" Phil finally called across the room after what felt like hours since the explosion but was in reality only a mere few moments. He ran to me and him, helping me stand before crashing into the tall male behind me, hugging the life out of him as they both wept together... So caring, they barely even knew the man. Or were they just feeling the heat of the moment? Not a clue at this point in time, I was too busy. I was still staring right at the man who meant the world to me that I had managed to disappoint. Good going Jack.