Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.15

 There was no sky or ground, no presence near, no cold air to suck into his lungs. Just emptiness, and Jack was scared for it all to disappear into nothingness. Jack's mouth opened but he knew he couldn't scream, or breathe, or anything that he wanted to do. Water rushed into his mouth and his lungs burned and ached for a fresh gust of air to enter them.

Whatever had grabbed him and Mark was still squeezing tightly, dragging Jack into what he felt was the pits of Hell. The tight grip was pushing what little air Jack had left right out of him, until he could no longer handle it and attempted to breathe in the water.

Jack was choking, his head grew light and the panic and pain in his chest started to fade as he closed his eyes and allowed his body to relax. He was going to drown, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Something next to him squirmed, snapping Jack's attention to it. There was a presence; but for some reason he couldn't remember who. But whatever it was, it seemed to swim away after having freed itself. Jack relaxed once more, wanting to find a way to ignore the pain igniting in his chest. Slowly, it all faded to black.

The long unknown appendage wrapped around Jack felt like it had disappeared from around his waist, and he would have been astonished at how well just giving up seemed to make it all go away and turn numb, but he was too far gone to make sense in his own head. Something else grabbed Jack a second later much to his dismay but it was okay; he could see the light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. He reached for it.

Complete darkness then wrapped around Jack, almost smothering him. The light was gone.

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Mark snarled as he pulled Jack out of the water with his jaws firmly gripping the shirt. He yanked himself out as well and then dragged his friend onto land, where he lay motionless, cold, and pale. Mark saw a tentacle from the water still splashing pathetically for the two of them, before it flipped itself onto dry land and bled out, having been ripped off of the body that it had belonged to.

That didn't matter to Mark however. He looked down at the still form of the creature called Jack, something strange burning inside of his chest. Mark leaned down and nuzzled his face in the Irishman's neck; Jack liked that right? It was hard to tell what Jack liked and disliked sometimes, but Mark was sure he liked this.

When Jack gave no response, Mark knew this was different from last time's cold shoulder. Jack had no reason to be angry now; he had just been saved after all. So what was going on? Mark breathed in the other man's scent, and it felt his blood had gone cold when he couldn't smell life coming from Jack. There was no breath being entered even after the escape, and the pounding in Jack's chest weakened to a soft murmur. 

Not knowing what to do to get Jack to breathe again, Mark simply whined and nudged Jack repeatedly. He knew this irritated Jack, maybe it would wake him up...

Suddenly, there was some type of gurgling coming from Jack's chest; the sound of sloshing water clogging the wind pipes. Mark didn't officially know the term for it, but he closed his eyes as the faint memory of another Feral like him, having sucked in so much water through his nose, came through his mind. This was why so much water was untrustworthy. 

Mark was terrified of drowning, but now that he was watching someone else do it in front of him again, who held more meaning to Mark's heart, he had something new to be afraid of. Mark whined and nudged Jack harder and harder, egging him on to take a breath. He didn't know or had any other way to help. 

In desperation, Mark placed his hand on Jack's hard chest and shook roughly, accidentally applying pressure to it when doing so. Mark heard the water moving upwards from the lungs and towards the mouth with his astounding hearing, so Mark pressed again and kept shaking.