Game On

Chapter Thirty-Five: Fight Back

Sean grabbed Mark's arm, telling him seriously. "Mark... Let's go. Something is wrong... I don't remember them saying that HE was here." Mark started to back up, until the dark elf vampire breathed out with amusement. "Mark...? As in... Markiplier?" Sean and Mark stilled. Sean's heart began to thunder so loud in his chest that he thought it might explode. Glancing back at the man, Sean breathlessly told Mark. "He's not an N.P.C.... He's a player." The man swung his legs down and chuckled out sinisterly. "Gee... What gave me away?" Mark tensed up, asking darkly. "What are you doing?" The man winked over his shoulder at Cloey, upon answering smugly. "Spending time with my girl. I keep replaying this quest just to see her." Sean blinked, lightly stating aloud. "She's not real..." The man's red eyes darted to Sean, his fangs growing out as he told him defensively. "You think I care about that?" Sean took a step back, while Mark snapped out. "Whatever. You do you. But we're finishing this quest."

The man moved around the counter, casually withdrawing his sword. Mark pushed Sean out the door gently, straightening up to draw his own blade. Pointing his sword at Mark, the man coolly informed him. "You won't be finishing anything, Gamers. For you, this game is over." Sean tried to step back into the room, but Mark held him off. Frustration filled Sean's voice when he snapped out. "Don't you get it?! We are all stuck in this game! We should be helping each other! Not killing each other!" The man huffed, snarkily informing them. "I'm not with the whiny Moderators..." Sean raised an eyebrow with confusion, asking a little startled. "What? Then why are you...?" The man let an evil smirk cross his face, when he told them. "I was never a good enough youtuber. But I'm a better Gamer than fuckers like YOU!" The man charged his weapon and slashed out at Mark's chest, forcing Mark to block with his sword. As their blades collided, the man yelled out at Mark's face. "Remember the name! STARKILLER!"

StarKiller sent a dark pulse out from his black sword that sent Mark into the wall, before turning and lunging at Sean with a vampiric hiss. Sean tried to dodge with his wings, but StarKiller swung his arm out to grab his throat and slammed him down against the stone floor. Grabbing his wrist, Sean tried to use the Light of Alfheim on him, but still couldn't get it to work. StarKiller's grip squeezed his throat hard, keeping him pinned as he lifted his sword in his other hand. While the blade charged, StarKiller yelled down to him. "YOU'RE THE ONES NOT GOOD ENOUGH! YOU'RE FAKE AND HAVE NO FUCKING PASSION OR PRIDE IN WHAT YOU DO!" Sean tried to adjust to kick him, but he was crouched in the perfect spot. Mark rushed in behind the man, his sword already charged and coming down. However, with the simple adjust of his swords angle, StarKiller easily blocked the hit. Glancing over his shoulder to glare at Mark, StarKiller hissed out through clenched teeth. "You think your hot shit? I live for these types of games."

Unleashing another pulse from his sword, he sent Mark sliding back across the tile, before adding with a chuckle. "I bet you think I turned for her? But you'd be so fucking wrong." Turning his attention back down to Sean, his eyes turned to a solid white as he chanted something in Elvish. Sean struggled and then started to scream as white light twisted up and around the StarKiller's arm. The more light he drew out, the more Sean watched his health drain. Even though StarKiller's health was full, the light he was taking was coating his health and mana bars with a pulsing iridescent light. As his health dipped into the yellow, Sean screamed out in a panic. "MARK?!" Mark rushed in swinging at the man again. This time Mark's blade wisped right through StarKiller's sudden shadowy body. Rolling up to his feet, StarKiller's eyes turned back to red, and his body solidified again as he huffed out. "Alright, I'm ready for you. Let's do this, Markiplier."

StarKiller loosened up his wrist with the sword, causing the blade to charge quickly, then he leapt and lunged his sword out at Mark. Mark swatted the blade away, then kicked StarKiller hard in the side. The blow hit so hard that it sent StarKiller flying into the kitchen. However, despite the powerful hit... he didn't loose even a sliver of health. His health bar just kept flashing with the strange light. Groaning as he got up, StarKiller chuckled out. "You fucking Aesir races hit hard... but your health is low as a vamp. Big mistake. Dark Elves are built for Vampirism!" StarKiller jumped back into the shadows of the kitchen and vanished, causing Sean to strain out. "Mark! Watch your back!" Mark whirled around just as StarKiller leapt from the shadows with a dagger in hand. The dagger was inches from Mark's throat and dripping with a green liquid, but Mark had blocked his attack with his greatsword. StarKiller hissed, until Mark punched him in the ribs enough that his back slammed into the shadowy wall.