Feral - A Septiplier Fanfiction

Ch.17

As Jack was carried on Mark's back towards the entrance of the looming metallic building, Jack whispered to Yazzy, "So how'd you get in?"

Yazzy's eyes flicked to Jack for only a second before she muttered back, "The back entrance was abandoned. I set off one of the sirens and then ran back there to check while everyone freaked out in the front."

"Did you talk to the leader, and was he happy about this?" Jack tried to press, but buff men abruptly surrounded them, shocking them all into silence as they were followed into the building.

"Things've changed since you were last here," one of the men spoke up as they entered the building; Jack was surprised at how clean and homely it felt compared to how he imagined it in his head (with blood and body parts in the corner and starving people roaming the halls, avoiding each other, bowing to pictures of the leader like a cult).

"Indeed," Yazzy murmured. Jack shot her a glance with his feverish filled head and watched her look down at her shoes, her face beat red. Was she embarrassed by something?

They walked down a long, metallic hallway with many rooms on both sides that different people inhabited. There was a few children running past them while giggling, no younger than eight or nine. It slightly warmed Jack's heart to see children playing again, like he would when walking down the street of his hometown. He never figured he would miss such a small detail to his life. It's the little things that end up mattering the most, he thought to himself.

They reached a big, open space where even more people resided, talking quietly amongst themselves and for the most part shooting Jack dirty glances. No, not Jack; Mark. They were looking at Mark like he was a disgusting freak of nature.

Mark seemed to notice the staring because he growled low in his throat, and one of the 'bodyguards' cleared his throat, saying, "Shut him up before someone gets hurt."

Jack didn't know if he was to take it as a threat or a simple warning, but Jack rubbed Mark's head soothingly to calm him down either way.

They turned a corner, and then after another long hallway they were at the door to what Jack assumed to be the boss's room. There was a gold plate on the front, but Jack's eyes were too blurred and hazy to read what it said.

The door opened and after a second's hesitation, and only after Yazzy entered first, Mark slowly wandered in with his neck hairs raised warily. Jack's head pounded from the bright light of the room so he buried his face in Mark's back while moaning in pain.

A heavy voice pierced Jack's ears. "My apologies. Dim the light, he must be sensitive to it."

"S- sorry," Jack mumbled, teeth chattering. For some reason the proper but rough voice intimidated him. "M- must be because of... fever."

"There's no need to apologize. I already knew of your sickness and you are my guest. I must make my guests... comfortable." There was something creepy about his tone and choice of words. "Sebastian, help him sit on a chair. They're much more comfy than on the back of... a Feral."

Jack was lifted, much to Mark's dismay, and placed on a soft, luxurious chair. He sank into it with a groan, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He was so dirty... He shouldn't be sitting in such an amazing chair. Mark gave a small grumble and jumped onto Jack's lap surprisingly lightly, and cuddled into the corner.

"Hmm... interesting." The man sighed. "A naked man on my chair. Anyway, my name is Johan. I'm the leader, obviously. I don't know what all Yazzy's told you but things've changed around here since she's been here last. Not as many rules. And because you two are... special, I've decided to be even more lenient towards you both."