Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ~~

"What the fuck?" were the first words that fill the air as Dan watches the strange sight unravel before us all.

"Dan, do you have to swear?" Phil retorts, holding the bloodied string of ripped cloth around his best friend's chest.

TJ had just exited the corner, holding two dead by large poles you might see animal control holding vicious dogs with. She had one in each hand and was walking towards us all.

"TJ? What are you doing?" Mark asks pulling himself off of the wall and stumbling away from the three figures. He raised my gun to them and was ready to fire.

"Stop!" I called to him, causing him to shift his sight from them to me, "we can use them."

"What? Use them? How? What can we possibly use them for?" Mark looked confused as I shifted my hold on Jon. Pulling him to his feet and digging the blade in a little closer to his jugular.

"Him, we feed him to them!" TJ shouted so we could all hear. I was all for it, and from the look in Mark's eyes, so was he.

"That's insane! Completely in-humane!"

"Did you forget what he did to Jack, Phil?" Dan questioned his friend, helping him hold the makeshift bandage to his chest. Phil just nodded and looked down slowly. He probably wouldn't protest any further, because he wasn't like that.

"I'm in," Croaked a voice against the ground, Ken.

"Hey man, you okay?" Mark questioned, stumbling over and examining his eye, a large gash where his right eye used to be.

"Fine," was his only response as he pulled himself into a sitting position and tore a strip of cloth from the lower end of his shirt and began to tie it around his wounded eye.

Mark helped Ken to his feet, and both lent against each other to keep balance so neither slipped back to the ground.

The beauty in something so small always amazes me. Just the gesture of a friend can help me remember why I stayed, but I still have to go. Still have to give him a chance to survive. If I could, I would have bounded over there to him already and held him close and told him that everything would be okay and tended to his shoulder and kissed him and tried to explain just how hard I've fallen in love with him but here I am, holding down the man who tortured me, killed my friend, stabbed another and ruined what was left of my life.

When I think about how much pain I could have saved myself by never meeting Mark, I just hurt, simply just hurt. That's all it is, because I can't imagine a world where I never knew him, and the thought now, after having him with me for almost my entire life sends a shock of pain through me every time, every single fucking time.

Mark's the kind of man that would give up his seat on the bus for someone whom had hurt themselves somehow, stand up for the underdog, turn the darkest materials into poetry just be explaining what he sees in it. That person on the bus was me, because I had a broken ankle, that was the day we met. I was the underdog in our school, I was always picked last for everything unless it was him doing the choosing, and he made me feel beautiful even in my darkest moments, he turned dark into poetry that holds a million shades of light and I love him for that. His smile, his laugh, his voice, his views, and his passions what's not to love? Apart from his choice in men apparently...

I was so caught up in thinking about anything and everything about Mark that my grip on Jonathan faulted and he jumped free pushing me to the ground, and before I could grab him again once the dust had cleared he had already begun to make his move. He was rushing towards TJ.

At first I thought she was going to let the dead go to do their thing but no, she looked as though she was in shock, and I guess I can't blame her for that. You might be in shock to if a murderer was rushing towards you.