Septiplier - I Found You In The Dark

Chapter six - Cuts, a lot of them

Marks' head pounded. A lot. It was really bad, his side was worse than before, and a ringing noise in his head was stuck there. A feeling of being dragged across a hard ground, and of his sore back, was not making it better. A hard grip was held on his ankles, while dragged. Marks' hand were being held tight down on his stomach. Tied.

He faded in out of sleep. Sometimes awake, sometimes asleep.

After a long time, of being dragged over leaves, hard branches and sharp stones, he felt warm liquid feeling his hoodie. After a while, he managed to open his eyes. To his disgust, all was dark. He opened his eyes as wide as he could, he could see dark trees stopping for the moonlight.

His wrists sore, and head pounded hard. A want to scream out in pain, but a fear of whom, that was dragging him, stopped his screams.

Mark felt a sharp lighting hit his face, and his eyes fast shut. The grip on his ankles gave in, and his legs felt down and pumped most of the air out of him. He coughed out in pain. Then when he heard footsteps walking away from him.

He took in all the air he could and screamed out. All the pain he had. After he ran out of any energy to scream, he closed his eyes and laid his head back to the ground. Marks chocolate brown eyes met the sharp sunlight. The sun was hanging bright, in the sky. A few clouds surrounded it. Only tree tops could be seen on the sides.

A raven lock of his hair felt in front of his face. Too tired to brush it away, he let his hands slide down his side. Staring at the beautiful blue sky. Feeling the grass against his sore and ruined back. Mark closed his eyes and took in all the power he could. Lifting himself up, and sitting on his elbows. He bit his lip in pain and agony, trying to stay in his position.

To get used to it, he started breathing in and out, heavily. He then turned his head, and noticed, he was outside of the forest, and now sitting in front of the cabin. Confusion started taken over Marks body and mind

"Mark! Dearest, what are you doing on the ground?!" His mothers' voice called. Marks head turned, and his mother was standing on the terrace, in front of the cabin. "Mother!" Mark yelled, trying to get solid standing, under his feets. His Mother ran towards him and gave a supporting grip.

"Mark, what on earth have you been doing?! It looks like you been fighting wolfs!" Mother answered while she helped him, over the small step, to the terrace.

"Sorry, Mother, if I held you worried..." He said, biting his teeth together in pain, taking a step further inside of the cabin. "You should get some rest." She said, looking over to the sofa. "Here."

She slowly laid Mark on the sofa. In an accidently move, she put her hand on his side, trying to support his weight. He hissed out in pain and felt heavy down on the soft sofa. "Sorry." Mother answered emotionlessly.

Mark smiled through the pain and closed his eyes, willing to try to get some rest.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, turning taking something off the sofa-table and throwing it behind the sofa. "Just some things that I still need to recover from..." Mark said, lying to himself. "The same injuries from the, um, crash?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, in that case. I'll get you bedroom ready, and fill it with... well, not clothes." Her mother said, walking up on stairs.

Mark was now, just laying on the couch. His mind started wondering off to the day before. He remembered the magnificent nature, in the backyard.

But then wondered about, who the person was, that was dragging through the woods.

He slit his red hands, down his spine, feeling the -probably- infected wounds. The dried blood was uncomfortably placed all over his back. Mark moved around on the sofa, trying to lay better. With no success.

Some-time after, his eyes became heavier, from the stressful position.

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Mark awoke by a nuzzling sound, of small objects -rapped in- putten back in a smaller back. Mark slightly open his, to the stopping noise and footsteps walking away. "Mother?" Mark asked, still thick from the sleep.

Instead of an answer, the footsteps disappeared and Mark was left alone in the room. Filled with darkness. He immediately noticed his stomach growling for food. In the action of taken himself on the stomach, his before position was now changed. And he was laying flat on his chest.

His sore back was fully exposed, and his before hoodie was now off. No shoes either. 

Mark tried lifting his upper body up, by his weak arms, by resulting an instantly colamps. He hissed out in irritation and tried again. Now succeding.

He got off from the couch and started moving his way out in the kitchen. His lack of hunger, the other days, was slowly on the way out off his body. Mark opened the fridge, finding himself in an easy position of what to eat. Actually, in the fridge, there was only a frozen pizza-slide and an empty milk carton starting back.

The pizza-slide was an obvious choice and he fast showed it in the microwave. A big urge to go urinate sneaked into Marks lower parts. So after a quick bathroom visit, he came finding the pizza done.

He ate the pizza, trying not to get distracted by the lack of light around him and many depressing thoughts. 

Mark walked over to the dish and turned on the water to drink. With no need of a glass, he lowered himself to the water and drank what he needed.

Back again in the living room, he crept back to the sofa. Raising his knees to his chest, keeping the warm. When he leant back down on the sofa, he arched his back and bit down his underlip. He quickly sat up again. A hand slid so fast up he could on his shoulder blades, and an unknown feeling of no dried blood, but plasters instead.

His whole back was filled up with plasters, and dressings, covering up his wounds.

Mark thought nothing more of it, just kept in thought, it was his Mother medical aids. He laid back down on the couch, more careful this time. The trained, naked upper part, was filling up with heat from the environment.

Mark drifted off to sleep, but before -of what he could only assume, was going to be filled with nightmares- he felt to sleep. He laid the last thought on the boy, down with the river, with the wolfs.

(A/N Sorry, for the super late chapter. Have been working on a book for a friend, with a short cut English. Also, next chapter is going to be a little more exciting. Featuring... DOGS! Or someone else? Who knows? And... thank you soooo muck for 30 reads! I didn't even think I could hit 10...  ｡◕‿‿◕｡)