Septiplier - I Found You In The Dark

Chapter four - The Cabin

Mark woke, by someone shaking him. "Huh?" Mark mumbled trying to wake up, from yesterdays narcoses-drug. "I'll have you to answer some questions, are you able to focus just for a second or two?" A female voice asked. Mark opened his eyes slowly, still dizzy. A compassionate look, was written on her face. "Sure." Mark answered. She nodded seriously, and looked down on her note block. She pointed out a few things, that was written. After a while, she looked at Mark again.

"So... let's start out easy here. I'm Agent Miller, but call me Hills." She smiled. "What's your name?"

Mark looked confused. "Mark?"

"Is that a question?" Hills asked, crossing her legs, in a feminine way. "Uh, sorry. Mark Edward Fischbach." She nodded by his answer, in the movement her brown, curled front hair, fell down in her eyes. "So far, so good." Hills said, on removed the hair from her eye.

She was in a casual, everyday clothes, only serious-taken, by a little police badge on her right chest. Mark, however, was in a white coat, with a open back side. 

After some more questions, about what he could remember. It felt more like a therapy session, than a police interview.  

"Well, Mark. Last question: was there any special people, or person, who looked any suspicious to you? I mean, someone who was acting weird, or something?" The question, make him think of all the people on the plane. 

Are they all dead?  

"All the people on the plane. Did they... survive?" He asked, avoiding the question. She got up from the chair, and took a well-hidden jacket, of the chair. Her note block in the other hand, she took on the jacket.

"That's all." She said, now avoiding his question. "Sorry. I am not the right person, for that question. All i can say is..." She walked over to Mark, resting her hand comforting on his shoulder. "That your parents... did not survive the crash." She said. Mark now had tears in his eyes. He tried to look away from the police-officer, but she kept the eye contact. "Listen. I now it's hard now. But you will have to look away from all the bad things..." She said, giving his shoulder a squeeze, and letting go. 

"Wait. W-what about Mr. Handerson? Did -did he survive?" Mark asked thick in his accent, from the sobbing. "Who?" She asked walking over to the door. "Bernard? Bernard Handerson?" He asked one last try. "Oh, your mothers boyfriend? Yes. He did." With that she walked out, closing the door behind her. 

Mark hold his breath for bit, and let out a sigh. Not deep enough to make him cough. He leaned back his head. The shining lamp, above him, was getting irritable. He looked around and found a remote at the bed-table. He pressed on the red bottom, with the health-care sign on.

Afterwards, a nurse came in. She was in her late thirties, telling out from her tired look, on her face. She walked over to him, and crossed her arms, tapping her foot on the floor.

That attitude though.

"What? Needs to pee?" She asked. "Um, actually..." He got out, before she interrupted. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Ha- Everybody wants to know my today, apparently..." He trailed off. "Mark Fischbach." Daid with a smile.

"Oh my... lord! You're the kid in the news!" She fast regretted her words, and closed her mouth immediately. "I was... in the news?" Mark looked up on her, saw a scared look on her face. "One of the two survivors..." She mumbled. "Two!?" Mark asked. Now her scared look got worried, probably of Marks reaction.

"Uh -i'm sorry. Didn't you know...?" She asked looking down in embarrassments, off her own act. "No... well, now i do..." He trailed off. They stood their in a awkward silence, before Mark began sobbing a bit. "Oh dear. I'm sorry!" She said, walking over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, with the same comforting as Hills.

"What can i get you, dearest?" The nurse asked, lifting Marks head up, making him look at her. "I-i... just wanted to know when i could go... home?"

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Mark stood up. Or he was trying to. When he was walking he would humble a little. But otherwise... he was good?

He now stood outside of the hospital, breathing in the fresh air. He had missed it, the last couple of days. "Come on, Mark. We don't have all day. " His mother said, walking out to the car. Mark sat in the backseat, with a bit of difficulty. While driving, he felt sad. A feeling of, missing a part of yourself.

"Um, where are we going?" He asked, while resting his head on his hand, looking out of the window. "To my cabin." She answered, still watching the road, in a stern way.

"Where's that?

"Far away from the city life."

"Far away from Dublin?"

"Yes." Her facial expression hasn't changed the hole car-ride. She looked strict, but a hint of sadness in her eyes. 

Mark noticed how the land shape changed. After a long ride, he could see a road that portrayed. The left road, was down to a smaller city, going down hill. While the other right road was going up hill. In a sharp turn she turned up hill. Mark felt the seat belt tighten in her action.

They were now driving trough a big forest. High-up fir trees, that covered for the most of the sun light. It was a small road, close to a trail more likely. With all the dirt fuzzing around the little, blue car. The wires all covered in mud, from the road.

Mark could see a pretty large wooden cabin, in the distance. All around the cabin, was there trees, bushes and wet grass. 

"So Mark, since you, well, wasn't able to bring your langue." She paused, parking in the drive way. "We will have to buy some new clothes to you, tomorrow." She turned off the car, and bowed down, to the front-passenger seat, and took up a bag. Out of the bag she pulled a black hoodie and some jeans, and threw them, to Mark, at the backseat.

"Meet me inside, when you're changed, i have some rules for you." She said, and open up the car-door. "Wait! Am i going to get dressed inside of... this car?" He asked nervously, taking a  look at the clothes. "What, you would rather do it in the woods?" She joked. She got out of the car, and slammed the door. 

She waved at Mark,  in the car, while walking up to the front-door, and closed it behind her, when she was in.

Mark glanced down at the clothes. "Better get started..."