Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR ~~

Silence...

Sickening silence...

The only thing that can both calm me and send me insane.

Silence...

Nothing more than the inability to apologise, because that's what I was holding off.

I've known these people for years... well, most of them anyway. I grew up with three of them. I mean, I met Cry a little later on from the rest but still... They were my family, and I've let them get hurt. If they really meant enough to me I would have stopped it, but I didn't! And now we've lost two people! Two people we loved and couldn't afford to lose! And I know why they're gone! Because of me!! Because I can't handle myself when I'm with a group! I'm just not enough to keep them safe, all I seem to be doing is digging their graves at this point... WHAT THE FUCK AM I HERE FOR!?

I glanced at Mark, breathing heavily, watching silently. My gaze then shifts to Dan and Phil, still wrapped in each other, still as scared as ever, and once again, it was my fault.

"You fucking idiot..." I'd whispered out at first, their fear running through my veins, only I couldn't feel it the same way they did, "You fucking idiot!" I screamed this time, throwing my palm at the side of my head.

"Jack!" someone called, but I wasn't letting them stop me this time. I was done, they couldn't have me even if they wanted me!

"I'm out! I'm done!" I screamed, walking towards and punching the door of the truck, denting the hard metal, yet barely feeling a thing. I threw the door open and grabbed at the machete sitting on the small table, throwing open a caged door holding three shelves holding a few weapons. They must have come with the truck? I don't know... Don't care either. I picked up a compound bow, and a quiver that held enough arrows to get by. I could always search for more once I'm out. I threw both over my shoulder, secured the machete to my belt, and exited the vehicle again, walking through the group of shocked face.

"What are you doing?" Mark.

"Leaving."

"Like fuck you are!"

"Why?!"

"Because we need you here!"

"No you don't! You need someone who can help you! I can't! I'm not that person!"

"Well then I need you!"

"For fucks sake Mark! You don't fucking own me! Stay the fuck away from me!"

Of course the words were harsh, but they had to be said. It was the only way that any of them would listen, it's the only way they'll let me go...

"And what if I don't?"

He was pushing me... God I wish he wouldn't. Because he'll just hurt himself. Again, and again, and again... It's a vicious cycle.

"I'll kill you."

Every set of eyes widened around me, including Mark's. Of course this was expected. What else would be? He'd just gotten me back, and now I was leaving again. This shouldn't be a surprise though, throughout this entire ordeal I've never stayed anywhere longer than my tree base, and that was only because I needed to hold up somewhere stable for winter.

Mark tried to step forwards, but in the same amount of time it took him to try, I had pulled up the machete and had it pointed directly at him.

"Don't test me Mark."

"Why are you doing this!?"

I turned around, the blade held at my side and began to walk away, tracking my way back down the dirt road I'd arrived on. I couldn't stay on it though, because they were bound to come and look for me again. That's just the way they are. I'd have to veer off into the trees eventually, maybe find a new place to hold up just for a little while, whilst I'm stock piling food and resources.