Crazy Like You (Septiplier)

Chapter 15

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~~~~~~Mark's POV~~~~~~

"What?"

The question leaves me quickly. I misheard him right? He doesn't seriously expect me to do that. Sean simply sits back, acting as though it's the easiest thing in the world.

"I said, get me out of here."

Nope not misheard. He must be crazy... well crazier than usual.

"You know I can't do that..."

"Well then what are we going to do? If I'm stuck here, you're on your own."

He explains, keeping his face stoic.

"And I doubt you can do anything, I've dealt with all this much longer than you, Fischbach."

That slight anger reenters his eyes and I feel myself stop. Truly thinking on the idea. I feel a slight nudge in my brain, telling me no, telling me how terrible an idea it is. But as with Amy I feel my mouth move on its own before the words even process in my brain.

"Fine..."

~~~~~Jack's POV~~~~~

I feel the smile grow across my face once more. I'm getting out of here.... I'm really getting out of here.

Correction

His voice interrupts my silent celebration, but I almost don't care, not at the moment.

We're getting out of here...

The rest of the day passed rather slowly. Same as always, losing my mind in that small room, and counting each second as it ticked by.

Finally after I felt like Mark changed his mind the door opens. It had to be at least midnight by now. Though in all honestly I can't tell time in this god forsaken place, it all blended together.

I look up into those chocolate brown eyes and feel the smile grow across my cheeks. I stand, Mark's eyes showing how worried he truly was, yet here he is.

I step past him and flashbacks from my first escape hit me. Except this time, I'm in control, and that's how it'll stay.

I feel Mark's eyes follow me, but I don't meet them, letting the taunt of freedom wash over me.

"Guards making his rounds... So we've got to hurry..."

Mark mutters softly. He walks past me this time, and I follow after him, smiling as we neared the door. Getting out pretty easily the cold night air hits my face pleasantly. I feel the hair blow atop my head as I follow Mark to a small black car. I hear the click as it unlocks and I climb into its cozy interior.

I haven't been in a car for far too long. Small, cramped. Hell I think I'd rather walk. However that isn't an option as the car pulls out, startling me slightly though I don't show it.

Not five minutes into the drive I feel my eyes move to the doctor beside me. His eyes locked on the road and I could feel the tension resonate off of him. His knuckles whitened as he clutched the steering wheel, and I feel my head tilt curiously.