The Hunt

[37] Faint Screams For Help

"You okay there?" someone asked.

I lifted my head from my knees to notice Mark staring at me, concerned. "What're you doing here?" His voice wasn't demanding. It wasn't harsh either, no, it was comforting. Just like my father's.

He sat down in front of me and waited patiently for an answer to leave my mouth but nothing came out other than a sob.

"Woah there! What happened? Do you want me to get your friends?" He began to get up but I frantically shook my head which caused him to hesitate a bit before sitting back down, no words needed.

Silence took over the atmosphere and it wasn't until I broke it that Mark looked up.

"Why are you with him?" I cried, shaking my head over and over again. "Why are you helping someone like him?"

"What're you talking about, Felicity?" He raised an eyebrow, portraying his confusion.

I don't know what I was doing. Technically, I was giving out my plan to someone who worked for Hector himself but just... I needed to know what Hector did to have all these people at the snap of his fingers.

"Why are you helping Hector? What did he tell you?" I yelled in frustration. Not because Mark didn't get what I was asking him but because I was vulnerable. I was vulnerable in front of a possible enemy.

He sighed and averted his gaze. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Call it curiosity, call it whatever you want to call it but I want an answer. Shouldn't be reasoned." I sat up straighter, sniffing as I folded my legs Indian-style and wrapped my fingers around my ankle, looking back up at him for a response.

"I don't know if I can tell you." He moved his head from side to side. "But maybe if you want, you could tell me what made you cry like that first," he suggested, giving me a hopeful glance. "Trust me, I can help you."

I opened my mouth to speak but decided against it and buried my head in my knees once more.

This is bad. This is so bad.

I can't tell him anything!

"Felicity, would you please let your fear of getting caught go for once?"

What?

"Hold on, what?" I voiced my thoughts, a wave of confusion washing over my facials.

He chuckled. "I know you don't like Hector."

Oh God! Oh God no! "Is it obvious?" I asked in a hurry, worried that others might have noticed too.

"Not really," he shrugged, "I know because Brandon told me."

"Brandon told you?" I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. "Mark, what exactly did Brandon tell you?"

Aiden's POV:-

"Why is this all happening?" Lauren screamed, sobbing as she fell next to Adriel's body. Holding on to her shoulders, Lauren shook her, trying to magically pull her back to life.

"Lauren stop!" Brian grabbed her waist, pulling her away.

"No no, Brian, please," she cried out, getting held down by Brian and Jett who stood towering over her while she laid on the ground, covering her face with both of her hands.

Vela gently tucked Adriel's hair behind her ear and smiled. "Tell Sarah I love her," she whispered, pecking Adriel's cold forehead before taking hold of her hand. "I love you too." She smiled one more time but slowly her face turned into a scowl and she started to cry.

Where was I in all this?

I left.

Shaking my head, I turned around from the sights and walked into a direction that wasn't our camping area. I just walked.

I didn't want to deal with this bullshit. I didn't even want to see anyone cry because then I would too... and I have to stay strong. What would my father say if he saw me like this? What would he think of me? A child? A coward?

I ran my hands through my messy hair, feeling as if my energy drained out from this little move.

One single tree caught my attention and I couldn't help but stop and stare at the black hole in the middle of the trunk. I was away from it and it didn't take me long to figure out what it was.

"All I know is there will be cameras, trackers and danger."

Cameras. That was just one of the many.

Did I have any weapons? No. Was I afraid? Not anymore. Did I care? Again, no. So what did I do? I punched it.

It was the only thing that came to my mind and the only thing I did before I continued trudging deep into the jungle. My knuckles definitely began bleeding and my fist became numb and sore. Somehow, I didn't feel the pain... I just knew it was there.

"Were we all so mean to deserve this?" I said, my voice cracking as I spoke to myself. "Why did you have to put these stupid rules, dad? Why did you have to be so cruel?" I yelled, pulling at my hair in utter desperation.

Either, I give up or I keep going with little hope and then get let down over and over again.

Giving up, to me, was never an answer but right now, it seemed like the best choice of the possible two.

"I hate you," I whispered, tilting my head back so my eyes met the sky, hoping my dad would hear this.