Awwwww September is over now :T Oh well have a nice piece of gayness :P
Pewdiepie POV
After making my video I went back to the living room, seeing the TV off and a note on the coffee table. I picked it up and read that Cry went out for a walk and would be back soon. I set the note back down and went to the kitchen to make some food before he got home. I microwaved some left over pizza and sat on the couch to wait for Cry's return.
After what felt like hours of watching bad American cop shows I started to get worried. Every other second I was looking at the clock, waiting for the door to open. Minutes later I found myself pulling out my phone and dialing Cry's number. It rang and rang, but no answer. I cursed a little under my breath and decided to go out looking for him. I was just about to leave and shut the door when the phone rang. Thinking it must be Cry calling back, I ran over to it and looked at the caller ID to see if it was him. It said it was, so I sighed in relief and picked it up.
"Hello? Cry?" I said. I listened intently for a moment until I finally got a response.
"Hello, Felix." I felt a chill go up my spine at the tone of that voice. The person on the other end was apparently changing their voice so it was unrecognizable. It definitely wasn't Cry. The person on the other end had Cry's phone and obviously knew my name. It didn't take much to know that this wasn't going to end well.
"Where's Cry? Who are you?" I felt myself starting to shake with worry and slight anger and swallowed down the lump that was slowly forming in my throat.
There was no response for a while until the person decided to say, "I have Cry right next to me. Don't worry, he's not too messed up. If you want him safe and sound, trade yourself for him. Meet me at the park about twenty minutes from yours and Cry's place at 2 am. See you then." The line went dead after that. I stared at the phone for a while before I felt my legs give out. I sunk to my knees and hung my head, thinking about what that guy could've done to Cry. The more I thought about it, the more afraid I became. What if they beat him so bad that he has to barely hang onto his life? What if they raped him? By now I was hyperventilating, close to passing out. I forced myself to calm down by taking deep breaths and tried to stand up on badly shaking legs.
I used the wall as support and walked to Cry's and my bedroom. I set an alarm for midnight and flopped face first onto the bed. I buried my face in the fluffiest pillow I could find. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, falling into a restless sleep.
I woke up later to the sound of an alarm going off and shot up in bed, still holding the pillow from earlier tightly in my arms. 'Nothing quite like waking up with a heart attack' I thought bitterly. I frowned as I remembered why I set the alarm and got out of bed, throwing the pillow at the bed. I walked to the living room and tried to watch whatever was on TV and willed myself to calm the hell down. I turned on Netflix and browsed the options for a while before I settled on some early episodes of Adventure Time. I smiled slightly as I thought of all the times Cry and I watched this show, sitting next to each other, sometimes sitting on top of each other. We made little comments here and there about what we thought and tried to imitate Finn and Jake's voices. Just these memories put me in a kind of good mood.
I kept thinking about good memories and not-really-watching TV until it was a half hour before I was supposed to meet that guy. My good mood quickly vanished as I became paranoid again. I grabbed my bro hoodie and rushed out the door into the dark, starless early morning and tried to find where the park the guy was talking about. I felt my feet pound against the hard, concrete sidewalk as I ran and heard my pulse beating against my ears. Every step I took lead me closer to Cry and his safety. I tried not to picture him beaten, broken and bruised-and failed miserably. I felt tears start to trickle down my cheeks and fall soundlessly on to the ground.
After what felt like much too long I found the entrance to the woods-surrounded park, but no one was around. I checked my phone's time-it said it was only 1:53-I was early. I sighed a little in relief and sat down on the sidewalk with my back against the park sign pole. A few minutes later I heard faint footsteps and what sounded like a metal squeaking thing. I stood up, not quite sure what to expect. I saw two people-one taller than the other-in dark trench coats walking towards me with a wheelbarrow. I started to slowly walk closer to them, but quickly broke out in a run when I saw Cry in that wheelbarrow.
The dudes stopped when I finally reached them and they stood in front of Cry. I tried to go around them, shove them, anything to get to him. The taller one of the two stepped closer to me and grabbed me around the middle, pulling me away. I tried to fight back but the guy obviously knew how to fight. The other one walked back behind the wheelbarrow and unceremoniously dumped Cry out of it. I heard him groan a little-at least he wasn't dead-and saw him lift his head. He had a cut on his forehead and one of his legs were wrapped up in gauze. He didn't look as bad as I imagined him to, but he still seemed bruised and battered.
"Pewds?" At hearing him say my name my breath caught in my throat and I made one more attempt to get to him. As I tried to turn around to punch the guy in the face I saw him put his hand in his pocket and pull out a pistol. My eyes widened and I started to struggle more before he hit me on the back of my head, damn near knocking me out. The dude let me go and I flopped painfully on the sidewalk. I looked over at Cry, he had apparently been knocked out before he got here so he was still groggy. I could tell he was having trouble moving, he was wincing every time he tried to so much as blink. Just seeing him in this much pain made me want to get up and murder both of these guys right here. I tried to get up to at least my knees a couple of times, but every time I tried to I fell back down. The dude that dropped me walked over to Cry's mostly-unconscious body and slung him over his shoulder. Cry's glasses fell off and he made a weak sound of protest before he was carried away.
I kept trying to stand up, eventually managing to make it to my knees but by then Cry and the dude were already too far away, but not so far as I couldn't see them. I sank back to the concrete sidewalk, feeling helpless and pathetic. A moment later a pair of arms picked me up-almost gently-and practically threw me into the wheelbarrow. I got hit in the head again with another gun soon after. The last thing I saw before I passed out was Cry lifting his head and reaching an arm out in my direction.
I woke up a long time later in a dirty-ass shed. I lifted my head and quickly found myself struggling to move, so I looked and saw my arms and legs tied behind me to a chair. I strained against them to see how well they would hold up; looks like I wasn't going to leave here any time soon. I sighed and hung my head, seeing a bloody spot on the hard concrete floor. My eyes widened a little as I played with the idea that Cry was held here the whole time. I looked around a little more-which was pretty much just turning my head as far as it could go-and saw something green and filthy in the corner. I tried to get a better look at it, but seeing as how I was currently trapped in a chair, that wasn't going to happen in the near future.
I tried to get as comfortable as I could in this position and decided to see if I could sleep. I closed my eyes for a few moments until I heard the door open. I looked over at it and saw one of the guys walk in. I glared at the dude as they walked closer to where I was currently held captive. The dude reached a hand out to touch me but I tried to move away from it. The dude backed up a few steps before walking behind me. I tried to turn around to see what they were doing, but froze when I heard a clicking noise. I gathered up the courage to turn my head and broke out in a cold sweat when I saw the dude holding one of the pistols to my head.
"Do you enjoy messing with people's hearts, Felix?" I heard the dude say. Except it wasn't a dude. That voice was all too familiar and feminine to be a dude. I swallowed down the lump that was quickly forming in my throat and dared to speak.
"W-what are you talking about?" I saw the gun in her hand start to shake as I asked this and started to pray to a god that I didn't really believe in. She lowered the gun to her side and dropped it-thank fuck the safety happened to be on-before collapsing on her knees. She pulled back her large hood and mask to reveal her identity, confirming who I thought she was. Marzia stared at me with wide, wet, brown eyes. I felt a very small pang of guilt as she started to cry, but it quickly faded away when I remembered she was one of the ones who hurt Cry.
"Marzia, why would you do this? Why would you go through all this trouble just for me?" I asked. She just hung her head as a response. I sighed and asked if she could at least untie me. She sniffled a little and stood up to do what I asked her to. As soon as my wrists were free I rubbed them and untied my legs. I stood up and walked over to her now kneeling form and put an arm around her shoulders. "Marzia, look at me." She lifted her head a bit reluctantly and wiped her tears away with the coat sleeve. "Why?" I asked again.
She sighed before finally giving me an answer. "Because I knew you'd pick Cry over me after what I did. I still love you..." I felt my anger flare at this sorry excuse for an answer and stood up.
"So you decided to kidnap my boyfriend, beat him, then make me trade myself for his safety? Who the hell does that? People who love other people don't do... That and expect forgiveness! What the hell is wrong with you?" I was clenching my fists so hard they were almost bleeding and practically shouting by the end of my little rant. She was crying even harder with her face in her hands and I felt absolutely no guilt this time around. Marzia wiped her cheeks on the coat again before she took it off and threw it to some corner of the shed. She stood up, looking me dead in the eye before she raised her gun. My eyes widened and had just enough time to sidestep and dodge the bullet. The force of my sudden movement knocked me off balance and a moment later I was falling to the floor.
I ended up hitting my head against the concrete as I fell. While I was still recovering from that I heard the door to the shed slam open then shut. When the initial pain wore off I pulled myself to sit and glanced around. She left the gun and her coat here; if I was lucky, she might've left something in one of the many pockets. I knee-walked over to it and searched it's compartments. Nothing. I sighed and set the coat down before picking up the gun and pocketing it. Even if it had no ammo left in it, it could still be used to bash some skulls. It was then I remembered the green thing that was laying in the corner, so I moved over to it and picked it up.
I unfolded it and tried to avoid touching the bloody spots and looked at it. It took me a few moments to register that this was Cry's green 'sup?' hoodie. I felt tears come to the corner of my eyes as I remembered him reaching out to me even when he was that messed up. I then dropped the hoodie and tried not to depress myself. I remembered all the nice memories of us, even just watching TV together. I thought it was weird that even in a situation like this I could find something to smile about. I felt a sudden wave of exhaustion pass over me and I decided to try to sleep. I grabbed the coat and laid it down on the floor as a makeshift bed and used Cry's hoodie as a pillow. A few minutes later I felt myself slip into a fitful sleep.