Remember Me? (Melix Fanfiction)

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Marzia quickly rushed out of the house and to a busy street, looking for a cab or bus to take her back to the hospital. Marzia noticed a bus stop and walked over to it, checking the schedule and noticed that the bus would in fact be making it's way to the hospital. She sat down on the bench and waited patiently, but was worrying Felix would come after her. She didn't want him to. Why did she let this go so far? She would only lose him in the end. Marzia looked around at the bright, yet subtle city lights, wondering when the bus would arrive. She sighed, thinking too much about him. Her mind wandered off, unaware of her surroundings, until--
"H-hey girl," a filthy man stumbled up to Marzia, a disgusting smile etched on his face, his breath reeking of alcohol. Marzia shifted her position uncomfortably on the metal bench. She didn't like where this was going. The strange grin was still on his face.
"W-why don-cha say we get it on in the nearest alleyway," he slurred through his speak, tugging at Marzia's shirt collar, then hauling her to her feet, beginning to drag her away from the bus stop. "N-no," she said, trying to release herself from the man's grip. She tried to pull away or call for help, but the streets were empty and any passerby quickly walked past.
"Help!" She yelled, praying for someone-- anyone-- to help her. She just wanted to get back to the hospital, to her books, her journal, somewhere peaceful to the mind.
The man led her down a strange alleyway, where the only lingering light was the flickering streetlight at the other end that sent off sparks every few seconds. He tried to remove her shirt, but her struggles helped her a bit in that aspect.
"Someone, please! Help!" Marzia screamed through cries.
Just when she thought it was over, an extremely handsome voice from the shadows paused the man's attempts.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" it said. "That's no way to treat such a pretty woman. You're drunk." A man in a dark green hoodie emerged from the darkness, the shadows still concealing his face. "Go home."
The man grunted angrily. "The hell do you think you are, punk?!" he pushed Marzia to the ground and threw a punch at the strange man, which he swiftly dodged with little effort. The man in the green hoodie quickly took him out, pinning him against the wall.
"Go. Home. Call a goddamn cab or something. Get the fuck out of here you son of a bitch, or so help me I will beat the shit out of you." The man in the green hoodie pushed the other man out of the alleyway, getting rid of him. He turned his head to Marzia who was now shriveled against the brick wall and a dumpster, huddled up in it's corner.
"Hey, it's okay now," the man said, kneeling down and extending a hand to the terrified woman. She took it and he helped her to her feet, leading her out of the dark alleyway. The street lights then revealed the face of the mysterious man.
A white poker face mask with fluffy, chocolate brown hair poking out from the back, glasses rims sticking out from behind his ears. Marzia stared for a moment and then shook her head.
"Thank you..." she said quietly. "You saved me from all... that," she said shuddering.
"Now if you don't want me to, it's fine-- I'm just offering. Do you want a ride home? I don't want any more creepers coming up to you like that. Even if I did help you out, you still should be cautious. Not saying that I would, I mean I'd never, but you have to take better care of yourself," he said. "Oh," he remembered, and extended his hand again. "I'm Cry."
"Cry," she said. It sounded familiar, yet something so far away. Like a distant memory.
Memory...?
"Well, Cry," Marzia said. "I would like a ride if that's okay with you," she muttered.
"Okay," Cry replied, leading Marzia to his car a few blocks away. The two of them got into the car, and Cry asked Marzia a question before putting the keys in the ignition.
"Oh, directions? Address?" He asked.
"Oh, yes. The hospital."
Cry froze. He turned to her and looked at her, studying her face.
"Well, there's only one Marzia in the world that I know," he mutters to himself.
"What?"
"Nothing."
The two drove in an awkward silence, and what seemed like an eternity later, they arrived at the hospital.
"Cry?" Marzia asked before exiting the vehicle. "Why were you in that alleyway in the first place, might I ask?"
"Hm," Cry said, thinking for a moment. "I was looking for someone, you could say."
"Ah," Marzia replied. She didn't press any further, she knew he didn't want to talk about this subject.
"Well... thank you," Marzia said, exiting the car and entering the hospital.

A/N
God I felt so awkward writing this chapter. Oh well.
Yay, we met Cry! I really just felt like introducing him as a badass, and he along with many other familiar youtubers will be mentioned in the next chapter. Also, on the way I described him- I've always pictured him with a green hoodie and of course, his poker mask. I used Internet references for his looks- there have been times when he mentions having glasses, so please forgive me if you don't like it because you have imagined him differently. Also, I'm SO not making this a Pewds/Marzia/Cry love triangle. I ship Melix, my unrealistic yet adorable fangirly ship is Pewdiecry but Marzia/Cry... How could anyone see that? Just clarification that this isn't love triangle shizbiz.
Thank you for reading this far!!