Chapter 7
This might be a shorter chapter.
TW: self harm, suicide, abuse.
No no no. This cannot be happening! "Mark!" Mark's unmistakable body is hanging from a rope and his chair is knocked over underneath him. My heart is racing as I run up and find the rope's anchor and untie it carefully and lower his corpse onto the ground. I put two fingers on his neck in desperation to feel for a pulse.
His body is ice cold. His eyes are closed. Nothing. There is no pulse. His body is blue. His lips purple from lack of oxygen.
I can feel my eyes starting to water. What drove him to this… I should have stayed with him last night. Why did I leave him. This is my fault. My entire body is starting to shake. I have to tell the others. I close my eyes and wipe away the tears from my eyes.
I stand up and turn away. I cannot look at him anymore. I feel like I am going to be sick. My head is spinning. I take a step forward and something cold grabs my leg. I let out a scream as I look down.
"What the hell is going on Alex?" The unmistakable sound of Mark's voice calls up to me. My heart sinks. I cover my mouth and fall to the ground.
Mark's eyes are open. Looking at me. His hand is wrapped around my ankle. The noose is still wrapped around his neck as he pulls himself up into a sitting position and let's go of my ankle.
"Y-you were dead. H-how are you alive?" I manage to stutter out.
"I am not sure. Everything went black and I was… I was here in this house. Everything seemed like a green fog." Mark says as he pulls the rope off of his neck. There is a bruise there now. The color is starting to return to his face. "Maybe I am just lucky."
"You were dead. You had no pulse…" I quietly say and watch him.
"Hmm. Do not tell the others of this. Maybe this house has better plans for me." Mark gets up and walks around the room. He runs a finger along the books on his shelves.
"Y-yes sir. I understand." I slowly stand up and watch him.
"Go get changed. You have a stain on your dress. Get cleaned up and bring me some breakfast I am starving." Mark waves his hand to dismiss me. Not turning away as he grabs a book off the shelf. I turn to walk away. "Oh. One more thing. About last night." I turn to look at him. He is flipping through the book in his hands. His eyes meet mine and there is a scary light in them. "Never disobey me again. Understood?"
"Y-yes sir." I stumble out of the room and make my way back downstairs to the servant's quarters. Once in my room I sit down with my back pressed against the door for a minute.
"This is not possible. How the hell is he alive. He was dead. He had no pulse… I." My heart is racing as I try to calm down. The room is spinning as I try to collect my thoughts. I hold my hand against my mouth as I feel nauseous. I manage to keep it down. Slowly standing back up I make my way to the kitchen.
The next few months are tough. Mark manages to find new ways of killing himself. And every single time he comes back. I am not sure if he is really trying to die or… if it is something else. He drowns himself in the pool one day. The next he suffocates himself. I keep trying to stop him. No one else seems to notice. Every time he comes back something seems… different. It is scaring me.
One day it is different. It is late at night now. It has been months. His killing has started to lessen in number. He is in his bathroom with a knife. His eyes seem to glow white almost with his intentions. I am getting tired of this.
"You cannot stop me Alex! Have you not learned this yet?" He is examining the blade in his hand by twirling it. He is sitting on the edge of his bathtub with his legs on the inside.
"You need to stop this. Please Mark. I am worried about you." I plead as I reach my hand out to him. I am wearing my dress today. There is still a light pink stain on the front of it.
"What have I said about calling me that?" His harsh tone makes me step back a little. Something is different tonight.
"I am sorry… Markiplier." For some reason he has been insisting on us calling him by his acting name. I watch as Mark raises the knife presumably to make a cut. I lurch forward having enough of this. I grab his arm.
"What are you doing?" His eyes narrow as they meet mine. "If you do not let go there will be consequences." I can feel myself shaking but I refuse to let go. He jerks his hand away making me let go and shoves me back. "What have I said about disobeying me."
I grab at him again this time it is a mistake. A sharp pain erupts from my hand. Shortly followed by the feeling of something wet and hot spilling over my hand and down my arm. I stagger back and grip my hand with my left one. Blood is spilling put over it.
"Leave. I told you not to stop me." There is no sympathy. Not a single care in Markiplier's voice. I can feel my heart racing as the blood starts to drip onto the floor.
I grab a towel and wrap my hand. I run out of the room and can feel the blood soaking through the white towel. I can feel myself getting light headed as I get into the servant bathrooms. He truly is turning into a monster… I thought he would change. I lean against the counter and can see the dark red coming through the towel. He stabbed me. I cannot believe he stabbed me… I crouch down as I can feel myself getting even more light headed. My hand feels wet and warm all over from the blood.
"Woah what is going on here?!" The sound of Ben's voice comes through the fog of my dizziness. I open my eyes and see him standing there above me.
"Accident." I manage to squeak out. The full pain is starting to set in now. Ben seems to disappear and then what seems like an eternity later he reappears with a box with a red cross on the top of it.
"Here let me see it." Ben says softly and grabs my arm gently. I let out a wince of pain but allow him to. He gently takes off the towel. He reaches up and turns on the water. "It is going to be okay. Here this should help with the pain." He hands me what looks like water.
I take a sip of it. It is not water but it is not alcohol either. "W-what is it?" I manage to get out.
"It is something I save for special occasions. Do not tell Mark." He says and winks at me. At least I think he does. He puts my hand in the now full sink. I cannot see what he is doing.
"H-have you done this before?" I ask starting to feel a little bit better.
"I have been trained on how to respond to situations like this." I can feel him cleaning off my hand. "Can you move your fingers?"
"I think so." As I move my fingers I can feel the dull pain come back.
"Good good. Nothing seems to be damaged." He lets go of my hand and rummages through the medical box. "What happened?"
"There was just an accident with a knife. Do not worry about it." I wince and close my eyes.
"Don't go passing out on me. Let's talk about something." Ben says and gently pulls my hand out of the sink. "I saw you at the wedding with the Mayor. What is going on between you two?"
"I ah… Nothing I guess… He was one of my Masters but…" I open my eyes. Ben is pulling out a white jar.
"This is numbing cream. You will still feel parts of it." He puts the white past onto my hand around the giant gash. "Yeah. I understand. It is tough trying not to fall for the people you see everyday."
"You talk like you have experience." I comment and wince at the site of the new hole in my hand. In the past I have had small cuts but this…
"Yeah… It did not end well for me." Ben says and pulls out a strange needle. "I need to wait a minute before I can start stitching you."
"What happened to you?" I ask and look at the medical kit at the other objects there.
"Well… my boss and I were having an affair at my old job… Then we were caught." There is almost pain in his eyes. "She was not to happy about it and I split the family apart."
"The boss?" I ask tentatively trying not to push too hard.
"The wife." He glances up at me as if looking for my reaction.
"Oh… you are gay?" I question and look back at my hand. The dizziness has finally stopped.
"Yes… Does that bother you?" He grabs the needle again and starts to press it into my skin. I wince and close my eyes.
"Have you met me?" I say with a small laugh. "That is why Celine hated me. I dress up like a guy sometimes. I am different." I can hear Ben chuckle a little.
"I guess that makes sense." I can feel him still working. "What about Mark? Or William? Did you ever develop feelings for them? It is really common."
"I… Mark likes me and I am not sure about William. He was nice and all, but…" But after what happened… and then Mark going crazy. "I am not sure anymore I guess." I slowly open my eyes as I can feel him finish stitching my hand.
"I did not know that." Ben says and grabs some gauze and a roll of bandages. He starts to wrap my hand gently.
"Thank you for this." I smile gently at him.
"No problem. What are friends for?" He chuckles and finishes it up. "Take the rest of the night off and get some rest. Try to keep you hand elevated. Let me know if anything happens to it."
I nod and slowly stand up. I walk to my room and get changed. My dress is completely ruined now. I slowly get changed into my nightgown and lay down on my bed. The pain in my hand is not that bad now. It is just a dull constant pain.
After what seems a sleepless night I wake up the next morning to go about my duties. Everything is so much harder now but I manage to be able to do it. I gather a tray of food together for Mark for his breakfast.
He will still be wanting food… but how am I going to face him. I wonder as I slowly and carefully make my way up the stairs to his room. The door is thankfully open as I walk inside. I do not see him on the bed. I go into the bathroom half expecting to see him still there. The only thing there is a thin line of blood at the bottom of the tub. He must be in his study then. I slowly make my way there and open the door. He is sitting at his desk writing something down. He does not even look up as I enter.
"I am almost done with these. I need you to mail them out. We are having a party." Mark says with a wicked smile. It is scary.
What is he planning? I wonder as I set the tray down next to him. Glancing down I see the names Damien, Dylan, Abraham, Celine, and William written out. Why is he inviting them two? What is he thinking. I bite my tounge and gently take the letters as he gets done.
"The party will be next week. You better hurry. we have lots of preparation to be doing." He looks up at me. The glint in his eyes. It is terrifying.
Hope you liked this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it. Chapter 8 is the start of the events of "Who Killed Markiplier".
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