Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.26

As if migraines weren't bad enough on their own, Jack awoke with a throbbing pain in his jaw as well, along with some vision discomfort. The Irishman groaned low and soft in his throat, trying to lift his head but finding it impossible to even move his neck without agony exploding down his body. 

Blinking to keep his eyesight as clear as possible through the tears, Jack slowly peered around the dark, barely lit room that he was residing in. He was tied to a small wooden chair, with his head drooped forward onto his chest. As he attempted to pull his head up again, another shot of pain rippled down his spine and up to his head. He could see nothing except the floor and his bound feet which were free of shoes and socks. Pants were gone as well and not even a shirt covered him, leaving him in boxers. Had he even put on any clothes before leaving his room? He couldn't remember, but this was certainly embarrassing either way.

There were soft whispers from nearby and Jack rolled his head towards the direction of the sounds, croaking in a barely audible voice, "Wh-who's th-there...?" He couldn't recognize any of the voices as they were too quiet to comprehend.

The murmurs died down, only to be replaced by a bold, snobbish voice that Jack knew all too well and couldn't mistake, even in his muddled state. "You should have just let Mark die there on the spot," the voice hissed. "Maybe then neither of us would be in this position."

"Johan, how-" Jack tried to shout, but was cut off with an abrupt, sharp slap across the face that caused his neck to twinge in pain. 

"Shut up, fa-" Johan paused, inhaling deeply to compose himself before things went ugly. "You evil being!"

"Evil? You're the one wh-who kidnapped me!" Jack protested and was met with another slap, this time across the other cheek where the soreness in his jaw was mostly located. Jack could see spots lighting his vision and a deep throb pounded in his temples.

"I've done it for the greater good. See, you think you can take my leadership away from me and cast me out into the cold, but you fail to realize I know people, and I know the woods around me. Of course I wasn't going to die out here by myself, even after getting my ass handed to me by that punk brother-in-law. Stupid thinking on Sebastian's part."

"Then take it up with Sebastian, not me!" Jack insisted, drool and blood dribbling down his chin as his jaw and teeth throbbed and burned, to the point where Jack didn't want to move his mouth more than he had to.

"No no, I don't care that he was the one who cast me out. I care that it was your fault and your pet's fault in the first place that I was kicked out!"

"He's not a pet," Jack snarled, "and it's your fault for throwin' a fit about homosexuality! If ya had looked the other way you wouldn't feel the need to hurt people who are different from you!"

Johan chuckled softly as he leaned in, finally allowing Jack to see the other man through his blurry eyesight. He looked just the same with that 'higher than thou' expression on his face, only difference possibly being that he was dirtier and held a slightly more insane vibe around him than before.

"Everyone thought I had changed and became nice, and I had for a while. But having two things I hate more than ever, be combined right before my eyes pushed me over the edge. Your pet was there, practically taunting me to wipe away such evil. And so idiotic too, couldn't even understand what I was trying to tell him. I couldn't turn a blind eye to that."

"You're the evil here," Jack accused. "And he did understand, he understood that you were an arse who was shoving beliefs down his throat to hurt me and him!"

"No, no no. You were hurting him and yourself, by letting him believe that laying with another man is somehow okay."

"This is like 201x, not Biblical times," Jack huffed. "Or the 1900's. People are allowed to choose their own beliefs now."