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Chapter Four: Hunt (Toby POV)

My mother just looked at me with wide eyes. I couldn't really read her expression, it was strange, like she was angry at Jack for having a freaking mental breakdown in front of our reunion. I didn't know what I would have expected from her in that moment, but it wasn't that. "M-Mom? What's w-w-wrong?" I said tentatively. She didn't answer, she just kept looking into my eyes, the anger more apparent in her face now.
I just got up to follow Jack, not willing to face my mother any longer. I wondered if she was mad at him, or me. Maybe she didn't think that Jack was a good friend, like he may have done that on purpose, or hurt me, even though I apparently lived in his apartment for two years. Or maybe she was angry with me, for leaving for so long. Maybe she knew I was lying to her. The last thought made me shutter. Even as much as I am anxious around Jack, I felt like I needed to talk to him in that moment.
I jogged out into the driveway where Jack was standing. Seeing him there, I sighed in relief. I was glad he didn't run away. Shyly, I stepped closer to my friend, his tall figure casting a dark shadow in the midday light. I stretched my hand out to his shoulder to reassure him, but decided against it. Instead I mumbled is name so quietly I could barely hear it.
"J-Jack?" He didn't move. I stepped a little closer, so that I was nearly at his side. "H-how long..." I paused, unsure if I should finish my sentence for fear of making him angry. "How l-long have y-you been hiding t-that from me?" I said, surprising myself with my calmness. Jack turned to me, a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. I have never seen him show this much emotion to me before. Whatever had happened was not something he had intended for anyone to see. "What?" He said gruffly, more of a threat than a question. But I persisted anyway. "This i-isn't the f-first time you h-have had an attack like t-that is it?" I said. Jack didn't look at me, but for a second I thought I saw him shake his head no. I finally summed up the courage to stand next to him. "You don't h-have to tell me a-anything." I told him, "But I get those too. Most of the proxy d-does. Y-you d-don't have to be t-tough all the t-time ya'know...? Not around m-me anyay." That was the best I could think of to say, but I saw Jack's shoulders slump and his body loosen. Score. I think I got through to him, even if just a little.

*Time Skip*

"No. I can't let you leave again Toby." My mother demanded. I shook my head. I'll be back mama, but I have to go. J-Jack and I have t-to do something important." My mom's face was pale and she looked like she had just been shot. "No. Tobias." she mumbled, gripping onto my arm. I worried, she hit the bruises Jack had made earlier, but I couldn't feel it. I wanted to make leaving again easier on my mom by just talking to her, but I soon found out she had no intention of letting me leave. I don't know why I didn't anticipate this. "Mama, I'll be back tonight I promise. L-like I said." She still held my arm tightly.
Jack who had been leaning against the doorframe was getting more and more impatient. I could tell he was still shaken from this morning. He wanted to leave. It probably didn't help that he hadn't eaten since two nights ago.
"Come on you jackasses, lets go." He growled. "Toby, ya know exactly what boss man is gonna do if we don't get our shit done." I sighed. He was right, but he was getting to me, his constant insults. I ripped my arm out of my mother's grip and kissed her gently of the forehead before she could grab me again. I stepped out the door that Jack was holding for me, watching my mother's grief stricken face. I closed the door behind me, nearly slamming it. I couldn't bare seeing her like that, knowing it was all my fault. But I had a mission to complete.
Jack and I walked into the city streets, wandering for at least thirty minutes before he spoke. "Where are we gonna find these guys? Nobody gave us any instruction..." He said. I nodded, raising my hand to my chin to think. "M-maybe they have a base or something in the city, like Jeff used to in that o-old house." I said. "So we look for abandoned buildings? Pretty vague." Jack said. "T-that's the best I have." I answered. He nodded.
"What a-about that old theater?" I asked. Jack didn't respond, and when I looked over to him I thought I could sense a hint of fear. "Jack?" I whispered. He looked down at me. Y-yea, good idea Toby. We can go there." He said. "That's our best guess huh?" I nodded, deciding to ignore Jack's weird behavior.
Jack somehow knew exactly where the theater was, and we made it there quickly. The old theater was beautiful, intricate stone designs laced every inch of the tall building, and two large doors guarded the entrance. But I also knew my hunch was right. There was a presence here, and I knew Jack could feel it, too.
"Game plan?" Jack muttered to me. I shrugged nervously. "I-it's not l-like we know h-how many could be i-in there." He nodded. "Lets sneak in, and see what is over there, maybe tomorrow night we will have what we need to know to kill." Jack sneered and liked his lips at that word. I couldn't help but feel a little excited too. I needed something to release all this pent up stress. "Good Idea." I murmured.
I scanned the dilapidated building for a more discreet way in. "There." I pointed to the window. "Jack, do you t-think you can climb u-up there?" Jack nodded and crouched down, his body starting to change. his fingers longer and black nails sharp, his eyes sinking into his skull and oozing in black. When he looked at me again he smiled, showing off razor sharp teeth. "Sure thing." He growled. He rolled up the sleeves of his grey shirt and swept me onto his back with ease.
It was dark inside the theater, and quiet. A musty smell filled the air, making me cough. I crawled off of Jack, holding my satchel tightly to my chest. It was too quiet. I squinted to see what was around me. We had crawled into the main area of the theater, just above the top layer of rotting seats. The seats were on a large balcony that oversaw the stage and what I assumed would be more chairs below, but it was too dark to see, and it made what lay below the balcony seem like an endless pit. A light breeze shifted through the small cracked windows, making me shiver.
Jack nodded to me, showing he could navigate. This was kind of his specialty -the dark - given that he hadn't relied on sight for almost three years.
"Can y-you hear anything? I can't." I whispered to Jack. My friend shook his head. "I thought I heard someone walking below us, but it's silent now. What I can't get over is the stench." He answered quietly. "I know. It smells l-like fuckin' d-dust an-"
"Not that." He interrupted me. "It smells like... death." I stared at what I could see of him in the dark. "W-What?" I asked. "Yea." He said, his voice growing deeper. "Like after a kill. It's not quite like blood... and it's everywhere."
My heart sank. I had been excited to dig my hatchet into someone's head... but now that Jack had said it was everywhere, I was afraid of what would happen if we were caught. Obviously many had died here before.
Suddenly Jack stopped walking, stone still. "Fuck..." He muttered. I didn't dare say anything. "I recognise it. The smell." The air was so tense now, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I pulled out my hatchet's from my satchel. "Remember that chick from the woods...?" Jack mumbled. "She wasn't lying when she said she had..." I gripped my weapons tightly in my hands, realizing what Jack was saying.

"More t-toys."

Okay done with the fluff... lets get to some gore >;)