The soft sound of the heart monitor next to him made him sigh softly as he looked up at the ceiling, his left leg bandaged up in a thick plaster cast. Sniffling softly, he put his hands to his eyes and wiped his tears away. Never to dance again, his big break ruined, his leg forever broken.
"Knock? Knock?"
Looking up at the open hospital room door, he saw the driver from before, the driver that ruined his life in one quick moment.
"Ey...I wanted to give you a bit o' a peace offering for...yer leg there." The driver told him with a soft smile as he waltzed in, his Boston accent very apparent. He quickly placed a full carton of cigarettes on the end of the bed.
"Yee, might as well get cancer while me life is in the shitter." He snarled as he looked at the pack
" 'M sorry...If-If-If That fukin' youtuber would have just been patient I never would have looked at my phone!" The man told him anger clear in his voice.
"What?" He asked sitting up a bit more.
"...Oh, PAX just happened some big convention for some major youtubers...It ended and I wasn't fast enough for him and his buddy and so he just kept blowing up my phone hurrying me along. Impatient entitled ass." He bitterly. "However...He did give me some money as a payoff...Still..."
"...You know his Yetuber name?" He asked softly as he grabbed the carton of cigarettes.
"Marki...Something...Pipler...plier...something." The driver told him as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"...Hey...Do you want to take a smoke break with me? I gotta wheelchair...I want to talk to you some more." He asked taking a pack out of the carton, reading the brand name he smiled, Pall Malls hundreds. Hopefully, he won't get too addicted.
"Yeah sure. What do you need to talk about?" The man asked, watching him get out of his bed and into the wheelchair, grabbing the handles of the chair, the driver listened as he chuckled,
"Tell me more about this...Mark..."
"Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why am I sitting on Jack's lap?-"
"Septiplier!" Matt yelled and together Mark and Jack yelled,
"Away~"
"Anyway...The reason I'm sitting in Jack's lap here is because the uber we were supposed to go in got into a bit of a wreck, but, don't worry everyone lived and the wreck wasn't that big or bad..."
"Not that big or bad. Huh, right, Jack?...Not a big crash...RIGHT JACK!" He screamed at the man tied to his chair.
"IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE GOT, OH I DON'T KNOW...FOOKING HURT, RIGHT?! It's not like my life was ruined that day...It's..." He calmed himself down just a bit and looked away from the guilty youtuber. "It's not like me mother disowned me and called me useless...Not like I can't dance anymore, have to walk with a fookin cane for the rest of my life...and you selfish fookers didn't even care! No!" He turned back to face Jack.
"You just heard everyone lived and thought it was all fine...and Now...I'm getting me fookin' revenge. I'm just waiting for Mark to come through those doors to come and try to save ye...Just ye fookin' wait."
"Alright, here ye are..." The uber driver parked in front of the dark two story home, Mark breathed out and paid the driver.
"Thanks...If I'm not out in...twenty minutes or so, call the cops." Mark told the man as he got out.
The chilly Irish air hit him hard and Mark wrapped his jacket a little tighter around him and slowly he approached the dark home. Looking at his phone, it was just becoming a little close to five in the morning. Knowing his friends would be calling him soon, he shut his phone down before approaching the home.
He knew the front door would probably be a stupid idea seeing if Scare was right about it being a trap. Going to the side of the home, he smiled when he saw a small window that seemed to lead to a basement.
Getting down to his knees he cupped his hands around his eyes so he could get a better look inside the darkened basement. Narrowing his eyes he could make out three or four figures all on the ground, instantly his heart raced. It's the children it had to be.
"Bastard..." Mark whispered, moving he shifted himself onto his back so his feet where in front of the window, taking a deep breath, he used all of his strength to kick the window, there was a loud thump but other than that it didn't move. Breathing out and back in deeply he tried once more. The window wobbled a bit but still didn't move. Growling, he mustered all of his strength and gave it one final harsh kick. The window popped out and landed on the ground below, shattering.
He could hear worried murmurs from the children inside.
"Hey, I'm here to help...Here, one at a time take my hand and I can get you out. Be careful around the glass." Mark told them as he reached his arm down. It didn't take much for them to come up and grab his hand. Pulling the first one out, Mark noticed the horrid condition the kid was in. His leggings covered in dirt all the way up to his knees, the feet here black with some noticeable specks of red mixed in around the toe area. The kid seemed to be wincing every step he made. Quickly Mark helped the rest of the children up and out of the basement. Once all four of them where outside, he got down on one knee so he was eye level with them, They all looked scared and possibly starved.
"There's an uber driver right over there, his lights are off but he is inside, go to him call the cops. You're all safe now." Mark told them gently.
"What happened to Benny?" possibly the littlest one asked Mark,
"He's in the hospital. Now go. I have unfinished business." Mark straightened up and turned back to the window, sitting in the opening and the basement, Mark jumped down and landed on his feet. The glass crunching under his shoes, it was a miracle that none of the kids got glass on their feet. Silently walking to the door, he turned the knob and it was locked.
"Ok, should have seen that coming..." Mark muttered, licking his lips he looked around for another way in and blinked at the air vent above the door. No doubt it wasn't connected to anything just there to make sure some air got inside. Licking his lips he looked around for anything he could use to get higher up to reach it.
"This is starting to become some serious spy shit right here..." He whispered to himself as he looked. Finding a chair just off to the corner, Mark quickly grabbed it and dragged it back to the door, it was wooden, thank god, if it was one of those ball game chairs he might not have been able to stand on it. Standing on it, he carefully reached up to the vent and pulled the grate off with ease, he frowned, and looked down at the grate, four empty circles on each edge where screws should have been. Shaking his head, Mark squeezed through the small opening, once far enough, he fell down to the ground below.
Getting up to his feet, he groaned softly and moved his shoulders.
"Ok, that hurt..." He mumbled softly as he placed his hands on his lower back. He stifled his loud breathing when he heard something.
'Mark!'
"Jack?" Mark whispered as he slowly looked for the noise.
'Dammit! AHHHHHH!'
Making his way to the living room, Mark paused at the bright TV screen, the TV clearly showing just a prop hunt gameplay of them. Pausing to stare at it, Mark watched as Jack was clearly just trying to get away from him as the two of them laughed.
"Fucker." Mark snarled as anger filled him, the guy clearly playing with him at this point. Finding the remote he quickly shut off the TV surrounding him in darkness once more. Looking around, Mark found a stairway and slowly walked up the stairs. Seeing only one door up the top of the stairs, Mark put his ear to the door and listened, he couldn't hear a thing. Still, he grabbed the knob and slowly turned it. Opening the door, he peeked inside. The first thing to greet him was the smell of a gasoline.
"Sean?" He whispered using Jack's real name, instantly, he was met with a gagged yells. Opening the door more fully, he felt his heart quicken at the sight.
"Sean!" Running in blindly he ran to his friend, Jack constantly shaking his head side to side. "Hang on buddy, I'll get you out." Mark breathed out relieved to see him alive. Grabbing onto one of the ropes he cursed out at the knots, way too tight for him to untie manually. Going to one of the dressers, he frantically opened the drawers, looking for anything sharp, ignoring Jack's constant screams. That was until they became more high pitched and fearful.
That was when the first hit to his back came.
Crying out, Mark fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. On his stomach, Mark tried to get his breath back, when the second attack came down on his back full force.
"Oh...I've been waiting for this fookin' moment..." A male voice said above him as the third attack came.
Managing to find his voice finally, Mark could only let out a painful scream.
"Shut up!" The male screamed hitting Mark again with his weapon.
Mark coughed horribly as he wheezed out painfully, shifting he dumbly turned over to his back. Seeing Attinoon above him, the man clearly had a shovel in his hands, with no warning, he brought the shovel down on Mark's stomaching making him scream out again. Then with no warning Attinoon dropped the shovel down angrily. Mark could only painfully wheeze, the smell of gasoline invading his nostrils now more than ever as he was on the carpet.
"Oh...I knew ye were stupid, Mark, I knew it, but C'mon. How could you not see this was clearly a trap?" Attinoon laughed bitterly. "I planned every little move...Well, not everything, I didn't plan on Jack getting a hold of me phone and make that first video...but I knew I could have that work to my advantage...Oh...It all laid out like dominos, Thank Jack here for being a good little actor...Not that he had much of a choice in the matter...I mean...He did tell ye not to come, Markimoo. All ye had to do was stay home and I would have let him go eventually." Attinoon spoke as he picked the shovel back up. Mark tried to back up, but the pain was too much, he couldn't move.
"I'll give ye a hint as too who I am...PAX twenty-fifteen, ye were so impatient with ye uber driver that ye blew up his phone telling him to hurry up to pick you and that fooker up." Attinoon paused to point at Sean, who had now gone quiet looking insanely guilty. "The drive smacks into the right side of a taxi...You wanna know who was in that fookin' taxi? I was! He slammed into me!" Attinoon roared slamming the blunt side of the shovel down onto Mark's ribs furiously causing Mark to scream out again. "Ruined me fookin' life! But it's alright, right? I mean after all you paid the guy off and everyone LIVED!" Attinoon brought the shovel down again right on Mark's ribs, no doubt breaking a couple in the process.
Mark coughed harshly feeling something leave his mouth in the process, no doubt blood. Becoming aware of another banging, he slowly turned his head to Jack, the man now harshly banging the back of his chair against the wall, Attinoon didn't seem to care as he continued on,
"That uber driver was the only to actually visit me in the fookin' hospital, YOU couldn't even bother to do that! Had to get back those video games ye love so much...I thought about how I was going to go about this...First I wanted to cripple ye like ye did me...But I'll just settle on killing ye. After all, I might as well be dead." Placing a foot on Mark's chest, Attinoon put the sharp end of the shovel on Mark's exposed neck, Mark could only grow out in pain, finding some strength in his hands, he put one on the shovel making it unsteady.
"...S...Sorry..." Mark wheezed out.
"Too little, too late." Attinoon hissed.
"D...Didn't know...Just told...that everyone lived..."
"Liar."
With a quick sweep, Attinoon got Mark's hand off of the shovel and got ready to plunge the shovel into Mark's neck, that was until the sound of something snapping and breaking filled both their ears. Before Attinoon could even see what happened he was tackled by a very angry Sean McLoughlin.
"FOOKER!" Jack yelled punching Attinoon in the face. Grabbing Attinoon by his collar, Jack managed to throw the man into the nearest dresser and had him pretty much cornered.
Mark watched as Jack was merciless throwing punch after punch at Attinoon he even got the other Irishman down and gave him a few good kick to the ribs.
"Fookin' attack me friends! Drag me in it! LIE TO ME! DIDJA THINK I WAS JUST GOING TO SIT THERE!?" Jack screamed with each kick.
Mark painfully crawled to Jack and put a hand on his friend's leg, causing him to stop.
"Sean...Sean..You got him..." Mark painfully wheezed. Sean turned his attention to Mark and slowly came down.
"Jaysus...You...You came for me..." Sean breathed dropping down, he quickly helped Mark to his feet, Mark could only cry out as his fractured and broken ribs stretched painfully as he stood. Seeing a blur, they both looked to see Attinoon, up, bruised and bloody. The man standing in the doorway, all he did was reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette, they watched as he lit it and inhaled.
"I figured something like this would happen..." Attinoon smirked and flicked his still full cigarette on the ground below, the carpet instantly setting the fire.
"I'LL SEE YE FOOKER'S IN THE NEWS!" Attinoon yelled as he retreated down the stairs.
"...Ye should of let me kill him..." Jack breathed out.
"...That as my fault, I'll admit." Mark painfully breathed out. Looking behind him, he saw the window.
"...Septiplier away?" Mark asked as he painfully opened the window. Seeing the sun just now come up, he watched Attinoon's retreating car go down the street, but said nothing of it.
"Jaysus..." Jack breathed as he looked at the height but still he nodded. "Septiplier away." Together they climbed out the window, Jack nodded and squeezed his eyes.
"Septiplier..." Mark started and Jack held on tighter to him as they both bent their knees.
"AWAY! SHITE!" Jack screamed as they were now in the air, it only lasted a second though as they both hit the grass below with a painful 'thud'. Jack was pretty sure he passed out for a second, still he's main attention was on Mark the two of them on their side, Mark seemed awake and conscious. Which was good.
"Hey...Sean?" Mark breathed softly.
"Yeah?"
"...You think the fangirls are going to ship us even harder now?"
Jack could only laugh softly at the question before nodding, "Yeah...I'm sure they might. I mean, we're only on the ground looking like we're cuddling."
"We're only doing that because I'm sure a few of my ribs are broken..."
Hearing the sound of sirens both painfully did their best to look up as tons of cop cars came storming the place.
"MARK! JACK!" Wade screamed, he went running towards them but was stopped by a cop.
"...I'll be damned..." Mark breathed as everyone one of their friends all emerged for cop cars each was stopped of course.
Mark looked at Jack, who looked back at him.
"Look's like we've escaped death another day." Jack softly spoke.
"Another day, huh..."
The paramedics rolled in shortly behind the cops, Finally, Felix was the first to break away from the cops and rush up, this time, stopped by a paramedic.
Mark and Jack were separated and laid on gurneys. Both had to have their necks stabilized seeing how they jumped out of a two-story window and Mark managed to get a look at the home before him, slowly burning, fire now spread to the whole home, he was glad he managed to get to the children first.
"See you at the hospital." Mark wheezed as Jack was first placed into another ambulance. The doors were closed and Mark was now faced with two paramedics and one cop, they asked him standard questions, once he finished the cop sighed softly,
"Never try to be a hero."
"Somebody has to be," Mark responded coolly.
"Ok, Mark, we're going to have to strip you to be able to access your injuries."
"Go for it."
There was a silence as the paramedic's cut away Mark's clothes, his looked down at his torso, bruises littered his inner chest, large and dark bruises.
"The guy must have really hated you." The cop muttered as they took a picture of the injuries.
"Yeah... He did...Do you have his name? I never did learn it."
"No, sorry we don't, I'm sure we'll get it once we catch him."
"You mean if you catch him...The guy's a fucking snake...Oh..." Mark breathed as the paramedic injected something in his arm.
"Don't worry, some pain medication. You'll be...ight...Mark?"
Mark passed out shortly after that.
The door above his head jingled signaling that he had walked into the store.
"Hey there." The shopkeeper greeted him, he gave the man a rather curt nod and the shopkeeper spoke seemed to be speaking to another costumer. "I'm a little tied up right now...If you want you can just go and get them from the back room." The man told him, he didn't say a thing as he sauntered passed him, looking at the other costumer he could have sworn the man was glaring at him but ignored and went to the back room.
Seeing his prize sitting on the table, he walked over and grabbed the box, only to pause.
"It's empty..." He suddenly growled.
About to go back and gave the shopkeeper a peace of his mind, he suddenly felt his mouth be harshly grabbed silencing him.
"It was the only thing we could save from your house." An American male voice whispered to him. Instantly he tried to struggle, only to find whoever this guy was much stronger than he was, being forced to turn around, he was staring at five men, six counting the one holding him down.
"Matpat...Why don't you give the shopkeeper our gratitude." The man holding him said, the other man, Matpat, was the same one talking to the shopkeeper, he gave a slight smirk and a half salute before turning and walking out the door and shutting behind him.
The other men all gave Attinoon hungry looks as they crackled their knuckles.
"Don't worry, Atti...We're not going to kill you, but it does take about thirty minutes for cops respond to a call..." The blonde Swedish man said with a smirk.
"No...Release me!" Attinoon screamed, Struggling against the other man.
"Ken keep him in place. I'm going to enjoy this." Felix laughed as he threw the first punch.
"Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, eight hundred...Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, nine hundred... Twenty, forty, sixty, eighty,...and a thousand. Here you go." Matpat smiled giving the shopkeeper the last of the money.
"Thank you. This will help me greatly...They aren't going to kill him are they?"
"Nah. They shouldn't." Matpat explained, "Again just tell the cops they he tried to steal for your backroom. Your camera's died so it won't have a recording." Matpat told him with a smile. Just then the door opened and out came everyone looking rather happy.
"Fucker." Felix breathed out as he shut the door behind him.
"Thanks again, Brendon, We'll keep in touch. Now we have two moron's we have to go and see in the hospital." Wade smiled rubbing his bloody knuckles.
The others nodded and quickly left, Brendon sighed out once they were gone. Against his better judgment he walked over to the backroom door and opened it.
Cringing at the sight, he could only look at the bloody form of the man, laying motionlessly on the ground, only letting out an occasional cough spitting out blood and even a tooth. The man looked at Brendon and his entire face was pretty swollen and bruised to hell and back. Shutting the door, Brendon shook off his shivers and went to his phone, dialing the emergency number, he put a hand on his hip when they answered.
"Yes? Police, I want to report a robbery...Yes...He's still here...I fought him...You want my address right?"