Mark

I glanced around my hotel room in silence, then looked at the phone for probably the fifteenth time.

"Come on... come on."

Then it came. I opened the text and downloaded the picture, scared to see what was going to pop up on my screen.

Jack laid passed out on a table, blood covering his shirtless torso. I drew in a sharp breath. There were no words... just the picture.

"What do I do...? WHAT?" Just as quickly as I had started to feel it, the anger turned into fear. Wait... where was Yami?

I had to go. Where, I didn't know. Just... somewhere. I was in London. I could just walk around and not stick out, just to pass the time. Then it hit me. I barely knew them... but maybe, just maybe they could help.

"Mark?" The dark haired, older Brit answered the door.

"Hey Phil. I know this is sudden, and weird. But you gotta help me."

The person said not to get the police involved. Well, Dan and Phil were far from the police. But to share with someone what I was experiencing... just that comfort right now was all I needed.

"Dan?!" Phil turned and called into the apartment. The younger appeared.

"Mark?"

"That's what I said!" Phil exclaimed. I sighed.

"Alright... please... just let me inside. I'll explain everything. He'll know where I am."

"Who?" Phil asked before Dan pushed him aside to pull me into their apartment. He led me to their living room area, Phil following close behind.

"Okay wait... I'm confused. What is-" Phil started, but Dan cut him off.

"How did they find you?"

"Wait, what?" I asked. Now it was my turn to be confused. I had just sat down on the couch, but I flew to my feet again. "You know who's doing this?!"

"Dan?!" Phil asked.

"No, no. Calm down. I don't know who they are, I just know of them... they tormented me for a couple weeks, then disappeared. They haven't messaged me in almost a week."

"They just started doing this to me yesterday... or today. I can't remember." I said. Dan nodded.

"Well... what have they done?" he asked.

"They took Jack and Yami."

"What?" Phil seemed shocked.

"We need to do something..." I sat back down. "But I don't know what."

"We have to call the police!" Phil said.

"No!" Dan and I said in unison.

"They tell me not to... or else they'll kill one of them." That's when I froze.

"What?" Phil asked, noticing me thinking.

"Oh God..."

"What?" Dan pushed.

"I went to see Yami and that's when I found out they took him. They had killed his girlfriend and I... I couldn't just leave her like that! I called the police to leave a tip. Oh God! What if they killed Yami because of me?" I put my head in my hands and felt a hand fall on my shoulder.

"We can try to help you, Mark... but I don't know how." Phil's voice sounded uncertain. I looked up to see Dan had stood up and was pacing. When I looked up, he stopped, snapping his fingers.

"Maybe we could- nope... never mind. Bad idea." As I watched him hang his head and stand there, a tiny glint caught my eye in the window. Oh... my God.

"Dan, look out!" I flew from the couch and tackled Dan to the floor right before hearing the glass shatter. "GET DOWN!"

I looked down into Dan's terror filled eyes.

"What just happened?"

I sat up to see Phil cowering on the couch.

"You alright?" I asked, receiving a nod and a squeak from the older Brit. Then I saw it. The bullet hole in their wall. I got off of Dan and sat back, my legs tucked under me. Dan sat up and stared in awe.

"Y-you saved my life."

"Oh God, Dan!" Phil seemed to finally process what had just happened and tackled his best friend in a hug, starting to sob. I remained quiet, not taking my eyes off that little hole. Then it dawned on me...

"They're trying to kill us all..."

A.N.: Sorry this was super short, I'm just having a lot of writer's block with a little bit of laziness. I need a project to get me back on track. Want a short oneshot of a ship you have? Even if I don't know the ship, maybe I could do some research. PM me an idea you have and I can write something for you! Thanks for reading!