Save Me (Septiplier [Jacksepticeye/Markiplier])

Part 2: PAX East Flashback

Jack finished packing his clothes, ready to get to PAX. "Ready?" He asked Ace excitedly, bouncing on his feet. Ace gave him a flat look. "You're so annoying when you're excited, you know that?" Jack's smile wavered and he stopped bouncing. "I-I'm sorry." He apologized. "Let's just get this over with." Ace grumbled, roughly yanking Jack's arm. He pulled Jack toward the door. Jack gave a grunt and whine, crying out when Ace's grip got tighter. He was going to bruise.

They put their things in the cab waiting for them and got in the back. "... Ace, I-" Jack was cut off my Ace turning and pinning his arms to the seat. Jack's heart leapt into his throat. "A-Ace, I d-don't want to r-right n-no-now..." Ace's hand slowly crawled up Jack's thigh. "Too bad."

"NNNNNOOOOOOO!" Mark slammed his hand on his desk as his character in the RPG maker game screamed and died. He hated this game, it was a good thing he wasn't going to record himself play this game, ever. Or Free Ice Cream. Mark shivered. He HATED that game with a burning passion. Had nightmares the night after of him being a little kid and going through that. He usually ended up as Lily in those dreams.

He looked at the clock. It was time to get to the airport, he had to be there on time this time. Mark stood and turned off his computer, grabbed his suitcases, and headed out to wait for his cab. He only waited for 1 and a half minutes.

He got to his hotel about 5 hours later, setting his things down. He was exhausted and had jetlag, but he wanted to meet Jack face to face before he went to sleep.

Mark left his room and knocked on Jack's room. The door slowly opened, not enough for him to see inside. "... Jack?" Mark asked softly, and the person inhaled sharply. "M-Mark?" Jack's voice asked.

Worry settled into Mark's stomach. What was going on? "Are you ok?" The door closed for a moment, and he was left standing there in shock. Then the door opened to Jack in a hoodie, a fake smile plastered on his face. Mark looked in horror at his arms. Jack's smile fell. He looked down and realized his sleeves were rolled up. He immediately shut the door. "Jack? Jack!" Mark yelled urgently. Jack's arms... There were bruises, hand marks, and welts all over them! "Please open the door, Jack!" He pleaded, voice cracking.

Jack opened the door, frown set on his face. His sleeves were covering his arms this time, and he looked blank, eyes dead. "Jack? What- who did this to you?" Mark whispered. Jack swallowed. "You can't tell anyone if I tell you..." Mark stiffened. He didn't want to leave Jack to this abuse, but if Jack didn't want... Mark was having a hard time with his morals.

"Alright." Mark finally said. "My boyfriend Ace." Jack admitted, and Mark shut his eyes. "Oh Jack... I can't... That bastard..." Mark finally growled. Jack didn't answer, just loosely crossed his arms. "Where is he?"

"At a bar. He's getting drunk and eating dinner." Jack answered. "Have you eaten yet?" Mark asked quietly, and Jack shook his head. "Go with me to dinner." Mark said gently. Jack looked around himself, chewing his lip. "Ok." He whispered.

Jack followed Mark out and locked the door behind him, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Bob and Wade and some other people are at a dinner, do you want to go see them or go just with me?" Jack worried his lip again. " We can do whatever you want."

"But what do you want?" Jack looked into Mark's eyes. "... Kinda want to go to the dinner with the others." Mark nodded and helped him down the hall. "Ok, let's go."

Jack had fun at the dinner. He hung out with Mark and his friends, was silly all night, and didn't have to worry about Ace until late. It was really late when Jack checked the time.

"Shit!" Jack exclaimed, jumping up. "What's wrong?" Mark asked in concern. Jack looked over at him. "I'm late." He said, breathing quick. Mark's eyes widened and he jumped up along with Jack. "I'll get you too your hotel room."

"What's wrong?" Wade asked in confusion. Jack was panicking still. "I... I can't tell you." Mark said reluctantly. Jack relaxed a little. Mark quickly said goodbye and pulled Jack to the street, quickly calling for a cab.

Mark helped Jack to his hotel room. Jack's eyes were filled with tears, and his breathing was still odd. Mark looked behind him at his hotel room. He debated on whether to bring Jack to his room or knock on Jack's door. Jack would be safe for tonight at his room but be in trouble with Ace the next day. But Jack was already going to be in trouble anyways, and he didn't want to add more...

"Do you want to spend the night at my hotel room?" Mark asked softly. Jack bit his cheek. "I don't want to go into there, but I don't want to get harmed..." Mark held him gently. "I can keep you safe." Mark promised.

"Ye, until the end of PAX East, and then I'm back with him." Jack said softly. Mark frowned and nodded. "I understand." Jack swallowed and knocked on the door. A blonde with bright blue eyes and a plain white t-shirt opened the door. "Goddamnit, Jack, where were you?! Get inside!" Ace ripped Jack out of Mark's grasp, causing Mark to flinch. "Who the hell are you?" Ace growled at Mark. Mark grit his teeth.

"That's Mark. He's my friend, remember?" Ace turned and glared at Jack. He turned back to Mark. "I think you should go." Ace snarled, slamming the door. Mark stepped back, eyes wide. There was a sharp slamming sound and a cry of pain- Jack. Mark wanted to kick the door open and save Jack.

Jack gave a scream and Mark went backwards, falling to the floor. "No-no-no, please, I don't-!" Jack pleaded, before giving another cry. Mark started crying as he listened, covering his face. "Please!" Jack screamed, before it went quiet. Mark sobbed and ran into his room. He hated being this helpless. Mark leapt into his bed and curled in on himself, covering himself with the blanket. "NNNNNNOOOOOO!"