~Little A/N. you can skip this if you want to.~

Hey guys, I just want to thank you all for your support through all of this mess I can my life. Thanks for understanding and being patient :)

I can't believe all of this attention this book is getting. 5.1k reads???? 354 votes???? You guys are amazing! We're just now reaching double digits on my first book (well, wattpad deleted the others :p) on this account. I remember when I first found Wattpad, almost exactly one year ago. I stumbled across a Syndisparklez fic by owlgirl121 . I believe it was called From Different Cliques (SyndiSparklez). Now I consider her one of my greatest friends. I know to you guys it looks like I've only been here since September, but that was deleted. I also want to thank Gingerninja1011 for writing such amazing stories and inspiring me to become an author myself :)

And now for Lynn_Shawe . I don't have enough words to say how good she is. She may no longer use that account and is no longer in the Septiplier community, but she helped form me into the author I am today. I even got her to review this story, since I was scared that it wouldn't do well. She encouraged me and now look at this wonderful community here. I am very grateful for her 

Anyway, on with the story!

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Mark's P.O.V

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I turned my head towards the speaker, who was a ghost-looking old man standing  on top of the great rock in which loomed above everyone. The twelve leaders stood atop, along with the old man. He was there every year, but to me he was a complete mystery

"As you all know, the tradition of assassination is very important to our culture and to us..." I heard but my mind soon drifted off to the place beside me where Jack was. Except, he wasn't there. I started panicking a little as I searched the crowd for the bright haired shorty. There was no sign of him anywhere. Well fuck.

After a few more minutes of panicking, I noticed an arrow lying on the ground. No one seemed to notice it. I picked it up and saw that there was a note attached. I read it to myself.

"Let's play a game of hide and seak.

I'll hide the prince, and you catch him before he dies.

Sincerely, D & A"

It was quite obvious who they, were, but I couldn't think of anyone right off the top of my head. I scanned the crowd for any missing people. The meeting was going on as usual, but Tom seemed to notice my abnormal behavior. He excused himself off the stage and walks towards a less crowded part of the plain, and I made my way through the crowd towards him.

"The fuck is up with you?" he asked once I reached him. I handed him the note, and saw his eyes go from 'Not interested' to 'We're fucked' in a matter of seconds. 

"God damn it... do you know who's not here, besides Jack?" he asked pacing across the open area. I shook my head and said, "Maybe we could ask for help. I'm sure everyone's willing-" "We can't," he interrupted, and i gave him a questioning look.

"If we tell them, Jack's captors could tell them that he's... you know. Let's not risk that," Tom said, running his hand through his hair exasperatedly. I followed him back to the stage where the meeting was over. There was still a lot of people, though- they all usually stayed afterwards since they only see each other once a year.

Tom approached Dark, and started talking about the arrangement we've been setting up. Wait a second...D & A. Dark and Anti.

I was about halfway through my march when someone placed their hand on my shoulder and asked, "Hey Mark are you okay?"

I looked back to see my smol bean standing there, green hair in all its glory. I quickly bear hugged him, squeezing him as hard as I could.

"M-Mark... I can't breathe..." he said, and so I put him down and apologized. He just smiled and asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

As we started walking, I explained the note and everything. He looked over at it curiously, furrowing his eyebrows in the cutest way possible.

"I just left to get some air. I ended up talking to a couple people- they were all pretty nice except for one. But that doesn't really matter. Who knows, maybe there's another prince here?" He said with a shrug. Soon enough we rejoined the group and explained it all to Tom, who looked pissed but shrugged it off.

"Alright, everyone. As you know, we have a certain collaborative project with the, uh, Opposites (creative names 101)," Tom said, gaining everyone's attention.

"They'll be staying with us for a while, so try not to mind them. Also, I'm putting them in all of your cabins," he added quickly at the end, making everyone groan. He smiled at us, as usual, and started trekking his way back to our home.

°~° Le time skip bc I'm v v lazy. Here are some hearts to make up for it. ❤💗💓💖💝💟 °~°

I looked over at Dark, who was my assigned roommate. He gave me a devious smile, and I knew that either I was dead, or I was going to get pranked... a lot. Jack's roommate is Anti, but I can't seem to find either of them anywhere.

"So, Mark! We're roommates! But don't you already have roommates and such over here?" Dark said, sidetracking me from my thoughts. 

"Well, you're sleeping in my 'room.' You'll just be on the ground, though," I said, making Dark groan loudly. Hd took my arm and dragged me over to the little cabin that said Mark, Ryan, and Matt carved onto it, with Jack's name still not in yet. As we entered the little house, he asked, "Which divider's yours?" I pointed to the inner right one, which he happily entered and started moving stuff around in. This is going to be... interesting.

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