Chapter Fourteen: Escape from the Dark(iplier)
"DARK NO!" Wilford grabbed the barrel of Dark's gun and pointed it up, just as the latter had pulled the trigger shooting a bullet at the ceiling. Will shoved Dark against the wall as both men struggled to grab hold of the gun.
"STAY THE FUCK OUTTA THIS, WILFORD!" Damien bellowed.
"MARK, GO!" Wilford shrieked, as more shots left the gun's barrel, "GO NOW! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!"
Dark pushed Wilford off of him and slammed him against the bookcase causing the books on it to fall down on the floor. Dark was desperately fighting his way to get to Mark, but Will wouldn't let him.
"Let me go, Will!" Dark exclaimed, his face inches from his friend, "I don't wanna hurt you!"
Mark could not just leave Wilford alone knowing what Dark could do. Part of his mind told him to run while the other half desperately wanted to help. He then spotted Dark's baton and picked it up, about ready to attack.
The man pushed Dark, and both of them fell on the coffee table that collapsed underneath them, shattering the mugs and vases on it. The two of them rolled on the pieces of glass and china still resisting each other.
"MARK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GO!" Will was shouting at Mark who stood there tightly clutching the baton.
With much hesitation, Mark dashed outside the room and into the hallway while putting his earpiece back on. But he was greeted by Dark's men of at least five, all of them were blocking the hallway that led to the stairs.
"Well, well, if it isn't Markiplier." The same lead henchman with a blonde slicked back hair stepped forward.
"Nice to see you here." Mark replied, stepping back and feeling nothing but wall behind him, not even a window. His eyes quickly scanned the area, spotting a chandelier dangling above the men and staring at it for a while. He then shook his head, readied his baton, and took out a small fountain pen. "Here we go."
"Get him." The man said.
All of them charged at Mark, who in turn ran at them as well having his eyes fixated on the chandelier. He prepped his legs to jump, this had the men jumping up after him.
Only he didn't jump.
Instead, he bent backwards and slid under their legs as most of them were misled. He laid flat on the floor as he slid, then aiming his fountain pen at one of the legs of the goons, pressing a button that launched a small grappling hook that wrapped around the leg. He gave it a quick tug and the man lost his balance, the rest tripped over the line and fell.
Mark scrambled back to his feet and pulled out his gun, aiming for the base of the chandelier and shooting at it, causing it to fall and pin the four men underneath and showering them with pieces of broken glass.
But then a fist came crashing into his face. Mark's vision shook as he faced the lead henchman, who had armed himself with a baton. The man then kicked Mark in the gut then brought down his weapon on his back.
"FUCK!" Mark groaned as he fell.
"Not so tough now, huh?" He gloated, hitting Mark again in the back.
Mark gasped upon feeling a cold barrel touch the back of his head. He got to his knees and faced the man who pressed the pink mustache gun on his forehead.
"You're dead." He said.
The YouTuber spat out blood from his mouth. His heart racing as he watched the man's finger hovering on the trigger. He raised his hands in the air, before noticing his discarded baton near his knee. He gulped when the man tried to fire, only for the gun to click.
Mark seized this opportunity and snatched the gun with his left hand while the right picked up the wooden stick from the floor. He then swung the baton at the man's face, the blow powerful enough to break the stick in half and knock the man out cold.
"Thank you, Bob and Wade." Mark wiped the blood from his cheek and recovered the grappling pen from the other unconscious henchmen.
Three more goons went up the stairs and blocked Mark's way. He rolled his eyes and sighed, now feeling the pain around his face and back.
"Okay, c'mon." He taunted for them to come.
Before the three could even attack, Tyler appeared behind them and swung his umbrella at the first man, then elbowed the other two. He then hit all three with the umbrella across their faces.
"C'mon, let's go." Tyler said, "Ethan's waiting for us out back."
"Uh, guys?" Ethan's voice came from their earpiece, "We might have to change our plan a bit."
"What do you mean change?" Tyler asked.
"There are a lot of morons on the ground floor." He said, "you're gonna have to go out through the roof."
Mark looked over the balcony and saw Chef Iplier and The Host fighting the goons back.
"The Host uses his knife to stab the henchmen as Chef Iplier hurls his explosive cooking at them creating a ball of fire that blocks both exits of the house. They will now run up the stairs to join Mark and Tyler as the house begins to burn down." The host said.
A wall of fire rose in the air, it quickly engulfed the kitchen in flames, blocking out the goons that tried to enter through the back door. The same happened to the front door, just as the others stepped inside, Chef threw a burning pan of steak that exploded upon hitting the floor. The explosion caused the lights in the house to go off, leaving only the burning fire as the source of light that illuminated the mansion with a bright orange hue.
"Holy shit." Tyler mumbled.
"Go now." Chef Iplier said, reaching the top of the stairs with The Host, "You two need to get outta here. We'll find Wilford."
"Mark and Tyler will now use the roof access that will lead them to of course, the roof so they can evade the other incoming men. Meanwhile, the two of us will hold Dark's men back." The Host said.
"Alright. Be careful." Mark said, rubbing his aching face, "Those men do pack a punch."
"Yeah, we will."
"Let's go." Mark pulled Tyler's arm.
Tyler nodded and Mark ran off taking the lead, but not before stopping halfway. He turned around and met Chef Iplier's gaze.
"Uh... where's the roof access? Heh." Mark asked, his shoulders raised as a sign of awkwardness.
"The door to your left." The chef replied.
"Right, thanks." Mark cocked his gun and pushed through with Tyler trailing after him holding a flashlight.
The pair climbed up the stairs, the beam of the flashlight lighting only a small portion of their path. Mark led the way, gun in his right hand while his left supported the right all while holding his baton.
That was when the sound of the fire alarm blared and the emergency sprinklers activated, raining water inside the house.
Mark brushed the wet strands of his hair back as they reached the third level, the floor now slippery and partially flooded, every step they made created a splash. Just as they were about to go around the stairs to the roof, Tyler's small beam of light shone on pairs of leather shoes blocking their way.
"Where are you going?" A goon said.
They heard the sounds of guns cocking.
"Fuck." Mark said, blowing the water from his lips, "We're fucked."
"Oh no, we're not." Tyler tugged on Mark's arm, "Think fast!"
Tyler hurled the flashlight into one of the men's faces, the bulb shattering as it hit his face. They were immediately shrouded in darkness. And in a split second, Tyler pulled Mark behind him and opened his umbrella just in time to block the gunshots from the men's SMGs. The flashes from the guns illuminated the hallway as the bullets ricocheted off of the umbrella and hitting the walls.
It was not long until the magazines of their weapons had to be reloaded.
Mark and Tyler sprang into action, using only the streetlights outside to make out the shape of their opponents. Mark drew out his gun and charged at one of them, grabbing the SMG and shooting the man's hand making him lose grip of the weapon. The YouTuber then elbowed the man in the face knocking him down.
Tyler took out his own pistol. He then used the slippery floor and slid on it, his feet kicking the other two men in the shin. From underneath, he shot the hands of the goons. Mark finished the two off by giving them a right hook to the face.
Just then, two more came from the roof. Tyler reacted just in time by opening the umbrella and shielding them from the gunshots.
"Ethan!" Tyler pulled Mark away from the guys and into the hallway, "Come pick us up!"
"Where?!" Ethan's high pitched voice came from their earpiece.
"You'll see someone doing a Mary Poppins from the third floor."
"WHAT?!" Mark turned around and saw where they were going.
They were heading to a large cathedral window that had an image of Wilford made from stained glass.
"Jesus, Wilford sure is a narcissist." Mark shook his head.
"Hang on to me!" Tyler shrieked.
With no other option, Mark grabbed onto Tyler's belt then covered his face with his arms. They closed their eyes, hearing the glass shatter and shards of it grazing their skin.
They made a jump for it.
Mark felt his feet dangle from a great height, but they we're falling fast, they were gliding in the air. He turned around and faced the house, seeing the two pursuers firing their SMGs at them. Mark fired back, making the two retreat as they descended to the ground.
Right on time, a vintage silver Mini Cooper stopped beside them, a blue haired man was behind the wheel.
"Really? A Mini Cooper?" Tyler groaned.
"It's the first car parked outside!" Ethan defended, "Get in!"
"You know I won't fit in there!" Tyler said.
A gunshot made him jump.
"LAST ONE IN'S A ROTTEN EGG!" The curly haired man went to the left side where the passenger side was and dove into the backseat, his feet sticking out of the window due to the compact size of the car.
Mark went in as well, ignoring Tyler's foot that ended up on his shoulder.
"GO! GO!" Mark bellowed.
Ethan turned the car around and drove to the front gates that were wide open as more bullets hit their vehicle. Soon enough they were on open road, Ethan sticking to the right side of the road.
The man honked his horn upon seeing an incoming car.
"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" Ethan yelled.
"ETHAN! WE'RE IN THE U.K.! STICK TO THE LEFT, YOU IDIOT!" Tyler scolded Ethan who only had his head sticking out from the back.
"Oh shit, sorry!" Ethan steered away from right and went to the correct lane.
"Whew, that was a close one." Tyler huffed, still stuck in an awkward position.
Mark couldn't help but think about his choice of leaving Wilford behind. But he was determined to beat Dark to the ruby, so he had to make a choice, albeit painful, to keep going.
"So what next?" Ethan asked.
Mark sighed, "We need to find another vehicle, and a fresh set of clothes."