Jacksepticeye's Battle

Chapter 11

•Lila's PoV• (muahaha caught u off guard)

I don't remember much.

Who am I? Who... I'm Lila; it's all I can remember as of right now. It's pitch black, nothing to see but emptiness. Like a void.

Gosh, I hate voids, or infinity, or the factor of the unknown, or anything along those lines.

But, there is something that is known- besides my first name- and that's Sean.

I can remember it now. His blue eyes, beautiful laugh, bubbly personality. I love him.

Suddenly, I can feel my eyes peel open. I'm on the floor, covered in somebody's blood... I take a closer look at my body and begin to realized that it's my own blood. I shiver and try to stand up, but I can't. I fall back on the concrete of the Korea sidewalk, in the dead of the night. I'm not sure what to expect, as I've never really been here at night. Or at all, matter of fact. I don't know where I am, but I know I'm still in Korea, since the signs.

One signs said "우리의 음식을 주문 !" Which means "Buy our food!" With an anime girl beginning to eat a burger probably half the size of her head. Stereotypical.

I looked around to see that I was about a yard and a half away from a light pole fixation, where I could grab onto and get myself up. So I leaned to my right and grabbed onto it, weekly pulling myself up. I felt warm, salty tears flow down my face as I winced in pain. I looked around for my phone; not on the ground, nor in my pocket. Probably in my backpack... Shit.

I wanted so desperately to scream "Help!" But then, a rapist might show up and kidnap me. "You can't be too safe," as my mother would always say. But I also didn't want to walk, and I want to tell Sean that it's all ok. God, I love him.

I want him to see a sign; a sign that I'm ok before those other guys who tried to kill me do. And fast. I don't want to go down like this; not from loss of blood. That'd be pathetic, especially in my family tree. Before my father died, he was the toughest man in all of Korea.

He's look down upon me for dying like this, unlike himself. He died trying to save a train from running off the tracks, which saved everybody. Except him. How my family mourned for what seemed like forever, and I still think my mom is mourning. I don't want to put any more stress on my lineage.

I clutched my brining stomach and started to walk. Nothing else to really do, I suppose. Every step I take I become more and more tired, and it all becomes more and more fuzzy. I know that I can't close my eyes, because that'll kill me. Thank lord my mother made me get a degree for becoming a doctor. I just have to tough it out and see where my aching feet take me.

•Darks PoV•

"Damnit!" I yell, slamming my clutched fist on the desk. My knuckles were becoming more pale then my skin. "How fucking much does it take to kill a pathetic mortal!?"

"Dark!" Anti rushed in with stressed features. "What the fuck is going on?" I point to the screen which he takes the liberty to look at. "...shit." Is all me mumbles, barely audible. The screen showed Lila, stumbling along the sidewalk, clearly alive. To make him realize even more how much stress I'm held under, I click around until we see a percentage of Jack's possibilities of surviving to dying.

Survival:    40%

Death:         60%

"He might survive if we don't work hard enough! We have to pick up our slack!" I yell in Anti's ear. "We have to make a move on Felix."

Author's Note

HELL YEAH!! I'm whipping out these stories like a 12 foot penis at a party! *shamefully closes laptop with Dan's "I mumble" video playing*

I'm sorry, he's LEGIT taking over my life... Which isn't the point, ok great. So yes,  Lila's dying, Jack's dying, my soul is dying, I feel like we're all pretty even. So I hope you enjoyed this story, and I'm outtie ✌️