Kidnapped By Darkiplier

Chapter 5: After Dinner Pills

Sam's POV:
After dinner, Mark and I went home. As soon as we got inside, Mark fell, groaning, to the floor holding his head. "Mark! Are you alright? What's wrong?" I kneeled by his side.

"My, nrgh, p-pills...mph, in the cab-nit." Mark groaned, and pointed to the kitchen. Quickly, I rushed to the kitchen and looked through the cabinets. Plates, cups, spices, aha! The medicine cabinet! It was filled with all sorts of medicine. "Mark! Which one?" I asked, looking through all the bottles.

"Black b-bottle...hurry!" Immediately, I saw a black bottle. I grabbed the bottle, and rushed back to Mark. He held up two fingers, and immediately I knew that meant two pills. The top screwed off easily, and two pills immediately slipped out. Mark grabbed the pills out of my hands, and swallowed them. Usually I do the swallowing. Haha! Jokes! He laid on the floor, groaning. Curled up in a ball. I could've escaped. Seriously, the door was right there. Unlocked. But I couldn't. He was hurt. Helpless. I couldn't do that. Not even if he was the worst man ever. Well, possibly. No, if we was Hitler then definitely. Anyways, he laid there groaning. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity, and decided to help him up. He got up, but I had to carry him to the couch. Mark laid there, he opened his eyes and they were pitch black. Literally, his eyeball was full black. He rubbed his eyes again, but they were the same. My face screamed horror. Slowly, his pupils started turning red, but went back to pure black. Mark stood up. I backed away. "Sam..." He said, his head down.

"M-Mark...you're scaring me..." I kept backing up.

"Hahaha...I won't hurt you. Honest." He smiled, and I could see fangs. As if he were a vampire.

"M-Mark...s-stop..."

"Who's Mark? My sweet angel don't be afraid." He slowly kept walking towards me, and I kept backing up.

"D-Darkiplier?" I questioned.

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"St-stop!"

"Aw, it's cute when you try..." Mark ran towards me, and I ran upstairs. I know, not good. Horror movies have taught me that, but Mark was in there. Those pills haven't kicked in yet. I ran in my room, and locked the door. There was a silence. Then, BANG! The door swung open. Shit. He walked towards me, but all I could do was back into a wall. Tears started strolling down my face. Was he about to kill me? I should've ran when I had the chance. He smiled, and pinned me to the wall. I turned my head. By now I was busting out in tears. His cold breath covered my neck. Then, his wet tongue licked up my neck. I started sobbing. Maybe Mark wasn't there, or maybe he was. He released his grip, and I fell to the floor. Crying. Mark fell too. He looked at me. "S-Sam...ar-are you o-ok?" He tried grabbing my hand. I jumped at him, and back into the wall. I held my knees up to my chest, and continued to sob. Mark came closer. I didn't know if I should've excepted him or not. Was he Mark now? Or just the exact opposite? His finger wrapped around my chin. He picked up my head with his finger. Mark was crying too, and his eyes had came back to normal. Except, his tears were blood. "I'm Mark now...I'm good now. See?" He smiled.

"M-Mark...why?" I went on my knees.

"Those pills have a slow reaction. I'm sorry if you had to see the bad of me. That's why I have the pills. To stop me from going full...monster. Like what you saw...if I never got those pills, you would've been dead."

"M-Mark...did you do that? Did you know what you were doing?"

"...It's like if you were trapped inside a robot. And you're going around killing the people you loved, but on the inside all you could do is witness them parish as you sit there held back." I looked at him. My mind told me to kick him out, but my heart told me to feel bad. If he has to take pills for this to stop, then that shows he cares. Slowly, I dragged myself over to him. He stared at me like I was crazy, and I sat next to him. My knees pressed to my chest. I looked at the wall. Eventually, my eyes stared into his. No. Not tonight. I kissed his shoulder, and laid my head on it. He kissed my head, and wrapped his arms around me. That's it. I am officially in love with a criminal.

Mark's POV:
I am officially in love with the person I'm supposed to kill.