Come Get Her. (Darkiplier Rises)

Waking Up In Hell

Darcy's P.O.V.

Waking up blindfolded is not something I never wanted to happen. I didn't want to move and alert Dark that I was awake, so I laid there and tried to keep my breathing steady. The floor was concrete and my hands were attached to it somehow, moving my fingers slightly, I could feel chains. Great. Since I didn't see a chance of escaping, I sat up and yelled, "Alright, what do you want with me?" I herd him humph slightly then answer in his sly, seductive voice "Its not what I want with you Darcy, it's what I'm going to do to you." I was horrified, what could I have possibly done to piss off Darkiplier? Also he existed! Never in a million years would I have thought him to be a real person. "W-What do you mean 'do to me'?"

"Well first were going to let Arelana worry for a while, and truly let it sink in that your gone... forever. Then I'll convince you."

"Convince me to do what?" He laughed and slid my blindfold off. Everything was fuzzy at first, until he put my glasses on. "Oh my god.." I gasped and looked around at the concrete walls covered with pictures of Mark, most of them slashed with knives sticking out of them. I figured he would hate Mark, but why? "You see, Darcy, me and Mark don't get along very well, in fact ever since he started making fun of my existence, less and less people were believing in me. But what everyone fails to realize, is that everyone has a dark side, and I'm Mark's." He finished with anger in his voice, I suspect he's gone over this before. "So what do you need with me?" I whispered "Well, I could have taken any one of Markiplier's fans, but your sister's comment about me not being real, rubbed me the wrong way. Besides, what better way to set off the rise of Darkiplier, than destroying every last glimmer of hope in one of Mark's biggest fans." I couldn't stop shaking as I thought about what that meant for me. He kept laughing as I put my hands over my ears. Arelana, come get me. And hurry.

Mark's P.O.V.

I paced around the hotel room until my feet hurt. When I collapsed onto the couch again I tried to fight the feeling that it was Darkiplier who caused this, but who could deny his handwriting... my handwriting. A million things went through my head all at once, when was the last time I saw Dark in person? Why would he take a little girl? Why couldn't I get rid of him? I closed my eyes and counted my breaths, one, two, three.... Okay, this isn't working. I walk to the bathroom and splash water on my face. Looking up, I jump back in horror. On my mirror were the words in red ink:

'Are you just going to let me take her?'

Arelana's P.O.V.

I had been driving around, looking for any sign of Darce. Unfortunately, nothing came forward. I couldn't believe my own sister was gone. The only thing I had thought about was that night when we fought over something that has power to harm her severely.

I couldn't take this anymore. I had to clear my head of this whole scenario. I drove home and walked inside. Where did Dark even take her? I miss her so much. My only sister; Gone! Never to be seen again. I began whimpering softly in my room. Praying out loud for some magical thing to somehow bring her home.

I cannot imagine what Dark is doing to her.

Darcy's P.O.V.

I sat on the cold floor, dried tears on my cheeks. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home and forget these horrid past few days. I wanted my family to find me. I wanted to live my (semi) normal life. I have no idea what I did to deserve this torture. The torture of being separated from my family. I whined. I tried to wipe the tears from my face, but to no avail. My calloused hands were still chained to the cold floor. I felt isolated. Alone. Deserted.

I wonder if the family was even looking for me. I'll answer that for you; No. No one would even want to find me. I'm losing my mind being stuck in this godforsaken cell. I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I already knew it was Dark. I stumble backwards, the chains restricted me from going further. I didn't want to look into the eyes of the guy who stole me away from my own family. I put my head down and stared at the floor. The footsteps stopped in front of me. Dark cleared his throat. "Listen, Mark isn't to be trusted. Neither is your sister." He growled. I didn't answer him. Why would I want to? He's enslaved me for no reason. He cleared his throat once more, as if telling me to look at him; Which I didn't. He sighed and walked closer. "Just kill me already." I mumble. "But I need you. For something important."

"Do you really think I'll help you? After what you put me through?" I looked up. Dark chuckled softly. "Yes, because I am going to make you if you don't." He sneered. Fear came over me. He inhaled sharply. "You shouldn't trust anyone. Not even your family. Not Mark. Not Arelana. Got it?" I nodded. It was my life on the line here. I couldn't piss him off, or he'd...... you get the idea.

"Good." He replied, crossing his arms. I watched as he smiled at me. He knelt to my height. I flinched as he began caressing my cheek. "You're going to make an excellent fawner." He cooed.

Mark's P.O.V.

I hopped into my car and spent god-knows-how-long to get through Dallas. I drove down many streets to find lots of street lamps and buildings covered in papers.

My eyes widen as I sped up down the street. These were missing papers..! I quickly parked my car and plucked one off the side of a building. I read it carefully as an address came into view. Racing back to the car, I allowed anxiety to overcome me as I speed toward the address.

Arelana's P.O.V.

Shit, this migraine is terrible. I need Advil. I trek towards the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. Ugh, seriously? No Advil? I guess my parents need it more than I do.. The stress has gotten so bad for them.. Hell, it's gotten so bad for me, I can't take another minute of it..! I let out a lengthy sigh. I couldn't help but think about her. Her smile, her YouTube obsession, her laugh when she'd watch her favorite PewDiePie or Markiplier video. I missed it all. I wanted her back. I needed her back. Not only as a sister, but as a friend. I need to--Knock Knock . Ugh.. Who could that be at 9 in the morning...Wait..It could be a lead on Darcy. I have to know. I practically sprint to the door to answer it. A man in his 20's stood on our porch. His hair was extremely messy, as were his clothes. "Excuse me, but have you guys found her yet?" He asks, out of breath. "Uhm.. No.. Do I know you?" I questioned. He did in fact looked very familiar. I just can't put my finger on it. "No, my apologies. I'm Mark. Mark Fischbach." It suddenly clicked. Markiplier was standing on my porch. Must resist urge to fangirl.. "I'm Arelana. Arelana Dailey." I said. God, I looked like a complete mess.. In front of my favorite YouTuber, nonetheless. "I'm so sorry about the little girl." He broke the silence. "How are you dealing with it..?" I allowed my shoulders to drop. "Not good. I have headaches everyday. My parents aren't doing so well either.." I reply, looking at my socks. "If you want, I can help." He said. I looked up. "No.. I couldn't possibly have you worry about--"

"I know everything there is to know about Dark. Please let me help." He begged. I watched his worry-filled, chocolate brown eyes. I finally gave in and agreed to his plead. "I have a feeling where they might be, but you need to come with me." Mark said as he turned around. "I need to do a few things before I head out. Give me a moment, please."

"Of course."

I walk back inside and change my clothes. I felt as if this mission was going to be long and dangerous, so I slipped on boots and a leather jacket. What about my parents? I thought to myself. I quickly grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen and wrote down;

Dear mom and dad,

I have a lead on Darcy. Please don't worry or come after me. I will bring her home.

Love, Arelana.