Hi Guys

So you remember how I said I wanted to maybe write a Markiplier fanfiction. Well, my mind wouldn't let me go and this is where it led me. So I wrote a bit of the first chapter and then this. I'm going to leave this up for a bit and see if people will enjoy it and review it. I don't know. It just sort of came to me. So here's a little excerpt. If you guys like it, let me know in the reviews. No hate! Thanks for everything guys! You mean the world to me right now!


"Awh!" He chuckled. "Look Claire. Your knight in shining armor. Oh and look! He brought a friend as well!" Eric laughed, taking a step toward the two men standing in his home. Claire's eyes were wide, chocolate brown orbs staring over at him.

Mark swallowed thickly, standing there with his fists clenched at the sight of her. Broken, bruised, tied up and gagged like she was nothing but a puppet. She had warned him about this. How crazy this man was, but he didn't think it was true.

Eric was then standing in front of him, chuckling. "That's what I thought. Too scared. What, you got blue boy calling the police or something? They won't get here in time. Not when I'm finished with her. And then I'll work on both of you." He growled, before turning around, taking a few steps back toward Claire. She was struggling, what little energy she had left trying to get out of those bonds.

"Get her out of here. Whatever you do." Mark growled low to Tyler, who was standing beside him. Tyler looked at him for a moment, confusion written across his face. It then hit him. "Mark. . ."

Mark knew, but he had to take his chances. With her in the middle of this. He had to. He nodded to Tyler, before he moved. His arms grabbed around Eric's shoulder when he had turned his back. With all his strength. He shoved the man forward and into the floor. They fell into the hallway with a struggle, disappearing down the hall.

Tyler moved forward quickly, grabbing a knife from the table beside Claire. He quickly untied the gag, pulling it out of her mouth. "Easy! Claire, I got you." Claire shook her head, whimpering as he moved to cut the ropes holding her to the chair.

"He'll hurt him, Tyler. He'll kill him! Please! Go help him!" Tyler knew that was true. He knew all too well. But Mark barked out the order. And he wasn't going to abandon it. He shook his head, sawing at the ropes on her feet. They came loose, before he focused on her wrists.

"I know. Don't worry. Ethan's outside, he's calling the cops." He said softly, finally finishing at her hands and freeing them. Claire shakily wrapped her arms around Tyler's neck, afraid if she would stand she would fall. Tyler moved and helped her up, feeling her tremble against his body, her hands clinging to his shirt.

"You don't understand! He'll kill him!" She practically sobbed. He had never seen her so broken. True, he had seen her scared and nervous. But never this terrified. She was telling the truth. His heart and head betrayed him.

"Alright! Let me get Ethan in here and get you . . ."

Bang!

Bang!

Dead silence.

Tyler turned to look down the hall. The shots echoed in his ears. He could hear the sirens soon. They were getting closer.

"Mark!" Claire screamed, trying to move forward. There were footsteps, and Ethan appeared in the doorway. He had heard it too.

Heavier footsteps thudded against the floor. A hand gripped at the doorway, and Tyler gasped out in relief when he saw Mark standing there. He moved forward toward Mark. "Eric. . ."

"Dead." His eyes were dark. He had killed that man. He killed him, to protect Claire. He turned to Claire as she whimpered, bruised hands covering her mouth. "Won't hurt you anymore." He whispered. As he pushed up from the doorway, Tyler spotted it. The red stain on the doorway.

"Mark." He whispered, just as he collapsed on the floor, his other hand over the ever-growing blood stain on his shirt. But Claire had beat him to it, screaming.

There were two shots.

One had killed Eric.

The other had hit Mark