((Hey guys, sorry it took so long, I wasn't sure how I wanted to write this chapter. I'm still not sure I like how it turned out, but oh well, it'll do. And I just realized this is like my second story where Felix (Pewdiepie) is a bad guy of sorts. It makes it seem like I have something against him... I don't I swear, I respect Felix and love his content, idk why I keep making him evil ))

The car screeches to a halt in front of the old factory. It had burned down less than a month ago, and no one visited it, not anymore. Rain fell steadily, hitting the metal exterior of the car gently and sliding to the wet ground.

The car's door opens, and a well-sculpted man with dyed red hair steps out, a gun in his hand which he cocks as soon as he's out. His brown eyes studied the building as he walked toward it, arms swinging at his sides lazily, though his stance was firm, determination radiating from him.

He ignored the rain as it matted his dyed red hair to his head, simply making his way to the building and walking inside, brown eyes scanning, finger grazing the trigger of his gun gently, strangely eager to shoot.

His footsteps make no noise in the building as the door squeaks closed behind him. Everything that had once been in the factory, was either removed, or burned. A slight smell of ash still remained, making Mark's eyes water ever so slightly.

Before he can react a hand grabs his arm, the one holding the gun, and twists it behind his back at a painful angle. He groans in pain as his hand is forced to drop the gun which landed roughly on the ground. Mark is soon pushed against one of the walls, his body pinned against the brick, and the cold barrel of a gun pressed against the bottom of his chin.

His brown eyes meet a pair of light blue ones, and a smug grin.

"Hey there Markimoo, long time no see."

The Swede speaks quietly, almost a laugh to his voice. Mark glares at him though doesn't make a move, with the gun pressed against the bottom of his head, he couldn't do much

"Where's Sean...?"

Mark simply asks, brown eyes boring into the blonde. Felix makes a slight 'tsk' sound with his tongue and feigns a small pout.

"He can't talk... He's a little tied up at the moment."

Felix responds, chuckling quietly at his own joke. Mark's brown eyes move over to his gun which now laid on the other side of the room, far from his reach.

"You know Mark... I expected more from you... I mean really? Him? He's a monster."

Felix speaks again, moving Mark's eyes back to him, his voice holding almost a disappointed tone to it.

"He's our friend..."

The red haired man retorts, glaring at the Swede furiously. Felix sighs and shakes his head, the gun's barrel pressing more roughly against Mark's skin.

"I thought that too Mark... but he's a beast, he kills people. Hell, we were probably going to be his next victims if I hadn't taken hold of the situation... You're welcome by the way."

Felix responds with a shrug, his smile growing considerably.

"He won't hurt us... He couldn't."

Mark responds quietly. Felix looks at him, disappointment shining in his light blue eyes.

"Are you willing to bet your life on that?"

The swede asks softly, blue eyes staring into Mark's inquisitively. The red haired man narrows his eyes at the blonde man, but simply nods, he trusted that Jack could control it. With that small response Felix sighs, though his smile never left.

"Fine. We'll see about that."

Felix responds slyly. With that he tugs Mark away from the wall, keeping the gun aimed at his head as he leads him to a separate room, being sure he kept the red haired man as far from his gun as possible.

Felix opens the door and pushes Mark in, the sight widening his eyes.

Jack sat tied to a chair, multiple cuts littering his body, which had still not begun to heal, and a silver blade protruding from his thigh. His head hung down, green hair falling loosely over his closed eyes and paled face.

"If you're so sure he won't hurt you, untie him. But just a warning, he hasn't eaten in a while. He must be starving."

Felix chuckles before closing the door loudly and locking it from the outside. Mark growls and bangs into the door, ramming it with his shoulder, but nothing. The door, considering how weak the building was, held strong.

"Mark?"

A soft voice whimpers from behind the red haired man. Mark turns around and looks at the pitiful man, who stared at him with dull blue eyes, tear marks staining his pale cheeks.

"Sean. Are you alright?"

The red haired man asks quickly, walking over and kneeling down so he could be at eye level with the Irish man. Jack forces a small smile.

"I've had better days."

He responds softly, voice strained. Mark smiles sadly and nods, brown eyes moving to the blade that stuck out from Jack's thigh. His small smile drops and he sucks in a breath gently reaching out to grab the handle and making the Irish man wince.

"This'll hurt..."

Mark warns softly before gently tugging on the blade. Jack lets a small yelp escape him before he bites his tongue. He continues to bite it, soon tasting blood, as he feels the silver slowly be removed from his skin, an instant feeling of relief washing over him as it came out.

Jack sucks in a few quick breaths, frankly happy to have the blade out, even if the wound would remain for a while. Mark walks around him and cuts the ropes that bound him, careful to not brush his skin with the sharp object.

Once the ropes were off Jack instantly sits up, rolling his shoulders and wincing as his back cracks a few times. The cut on the back of his shoulder had mostly healed by now, but the cut down his arm, and across his stomach still bled fairly heavily.

Once Jack had stretched out his body, the best he could with his wounds, his blue eyes travel to Mark, a small smile growing onto his face, though the smile didn't reach his eyes

"Sorry about all of this Sean..."

Mark apologizes softly, his eyes wandering over the deep cuts that littered the small man's body. He wished he could wrap the wounds, or do something, but he didn't have any bandages on him. This worry soon ceased as he saw the cut down Jack's arm begin to slowly heal itself, the skin moving over the wound gently.

Jack simply shrugs his shoulder, wincing as he does so and leans back in the chair, the rope burns across his wrists mostly faded by now. Frankly the green haired man wanted to get up, to do something other than sit there any longer, but with his still bleeding leg, he couldn't do much.

"It's not your fault... It was bound to happen eventually. A monster like me, of course a hunter's going to come after me."

Jack replies simply, his breathing evening out slowly, as he was able to relax slightly.

"You shouldn't have come after me Mark... What were you thinking?"

The green haired man adds softly, his blue eyes moving to Mark, who averted his gaze. The red haired man shrugs his shoulders gently, leaning against the nearest wall boredly.

"I couldn't just leave you to die Sean... Like it or not I'm going to get you out of here."

The red haired man replies simply, brown eyes scanning the door quietly. Jack simply nods silently, eyes travelling down to his leg, the wound had mostly healed by now, the blood had stopped and he could move it without much pain. He stretches it out, wincing slightly and releases a sigh, blue eyes moving to Mark, almost hungrily.

Once the wound on his leg had fully closed Jack realized how much energy it took to heal. His pupils shrink and grow slowly as he scans the red haired man who was looking away from him. The Irish man can feel his teeth in his mouth sharpen, his stomach grumbling quietly.

And one thought had begun to work its way into his head, distracting him from everything else.

Hunt.