Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER FORTY-ONE ~~

I'm not sure what time it was that I was woken to the sound of yelling, but it was loud and angry, and I didn't quite recognise the voices.

"What the fuck are you doing back here!"

"This is our place! You know that! What are you doing back here??"

"You shouldn't be here, nothing that was yours is yours anymore Dan, it's the fucking apocalypse!"

"I don't care! It's ours get out!"

I then heard a hit, like someone had just been punched, I could hear the sound of cracking, and suddenly the faint smell of blood wafted under the door. I hurriedly threw on last night's clothes and shook Mark awake before rushing to the door.

"Dan!" Phil called, someone hit Dan??

I threw the door open and came face to face with two tall looking men, both shaggy and un-kept, they looked as if they had been on the road for months. The taller one with blue eyes had dark shaggy hair, quite curly as well, and he had a prosthetic leg, one that was obviously homemade rather well by the looks of the job. The other man also had dark hair and blue eyes, but his eyes seemed darker, and his hair was straighter. They both looked angry and confused as I burst through the doorway to find a hunched over Dan cradling his supposedly broken nose, and a fierce looking Phil holding his friends shoulders.

"Who the fuck are you?" the dark blue eyed man asked, spitting the words and pointing to me with a bloodied hand.

Putting two and two together, I looked to a worried Phil, glancing from me and then back at the guy who punched Dan in the nose. Phil was shaking his head, a worried expression plastered against his scared face as he realised what I was about to do.

I clenched my fists by my side, bawled in anger and seething out words as dangerous as venom.

"I'm Jack, and you're fucking dead," I spat, droplets of saliva exiting my mouth as I did so, an expression of wonderment apprehending his features.

"You're Jack?"

I didn't answer as I lunged forwards throwing my fist into his face, once in the jaw, twice in the eyes and again in the cheek, I was furious. No one touches my family.

"Jack! Stop!" Dan cried but I couldn't I had to keep going, he did this, and he wasn't getting away with it. I don't care how little he did, he still did it and he was going to pay for it whether Dan liked it or not.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Touch. Them!"

I felt arms wrap themselves around me and I was forced off of the man, blood pouring from his split lip and the cut on his cheek, Ken was holding back the other man, anger written all over him, from his face to his composure. He was ready to kill someone, but so was I.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The man on the floor called with his shaking hands up to his face, trying to further protect himself from what I could do, and what I was capable of doing.

"Chris!" The other man called down to his shaken partner, trying to shake Ken off of him probably so he could see if he was alright.

"I'm fine Peej," he shook out an answer, composing himself a little, trying to stand to his feet.

I pulled myself from what I thought was Mark's grip until I turned my head to see a shocked Mark standing in the bedroom doorway. I turned my head again to find Dan standing a few centimetres behind me, holding onto my arms as tightly as he could, pulling me back from the Chris guy trying to find his sense of balance once again.