Kidnapped By Darkiplier

Chapter 6: Being Mortal Sucks.

Sam's POV:
CRASH! A loud sound woke me up. I looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. It read 7:30. I got up and ran over to Mark's room, from where it seemed it came from. As soon as I walked in I saw him in his boxers. One leg in the bed, and one out. There was a broken lamp on the floor under his window. "Mark! What happened?!" I asked, a little worried.

"Ugh, every morning at 7 those damn birds start chirping away like they're the king of the world. I got tired, and um...I kind of threw the lamp at them..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh my god...Mark, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry Sam."

"Ugh, you really are something." I walked over to the other side of his bed, and laid down.

"Same to you." Mark laid back down next to me.

"So, is there anything else I should know about demons before another heart attack, or you kill me?"

"Well, there are three types of immortals, kind of. You have the angels, the demons, and well, the Special."

"The Special? Like, werewolves and vampires and what not?"

"No, not Twighlight. The Special are strong. Stronger than demons and angels put together. So I've heard. They're very rare to find, and they're mortal."

"Well, if their mortals then why are they so special?"

"No, mortal as in deadly. Demons and angels aren't aloud to be around them. We could be killed. By them, or by God or the devil."

"Are they evil? Or what? Why are they so dangerous?"

"Honestly, I don't know. We never studied about them. No one did. I guess they're just...special."

"How can you tell what's a Special from the normal mortals?"

"Well, it's a cheesy explanation, but when they're hurt emotionally they tend to be a bit..."

"Scary?"

"Baneful."

"Oh."

"Yeah, you don't want to mess with them. They're bad news."

"Like you?"

"Let me rephrase that; they're worst news."

"Wow, is there any way I can avoid them?"

"Not really, but like I said; they're rare. I think there's only three in the world. This world. But they're so fascinating. Like the galaxy. They can only be made by an angel and demon. That's why they're so rare..."

"They sound fascinating!"

"Yeah...a-anyways, you wanted to know more about demons and what not?"

Mark and I talked for hours until we got too tired too keep up. When I woke up, my hand was across his chest, and my head was resting on his chest. Not again. Every time I sleep next to someone I end up cuddling the hell out of 'em. Mark was already awake, but he was just staring up at the ceiling. Honestly, he is weird. "H-hey...good morning." I pulled away my head, and hand.

"Good morning. Do you know that you sleep-cuddle?" Mark asked, crossing his arms.

"Y-yeah..."

"Heh, quite adorable actually. Anyways, we slept in. It's 12:00. Ready for the day?"

"Sure. What's there to do?"

"Well, I'm gonna go buy some video games. You coming?"

"Sure. What else is there to do here?"

"Great. Well, get ready. I'll be downstairs waiting." Mark got up, and walked out of room. Yes! Video games. Now that's my type of party. Immediately, I jumped up and walked to my room. I don't know where Mark gets these clothes, but I need knew ones. Hm...shopping trip?

We looked at some games at GameStop. Nothing extremely interesting. Just some Mortal Kombat X, Black Ops, and Fallout. We decided Mortal Kombat, since it was more of a multiplayer game. Instead of going home right away, we decided to walk around the mall more. Thankfully, Mark was being nice and bought me some clothes. Even a beautiful dress. We went home, and played some Mortal Kombat.

"BAM! Another win? ANOTHER WIN!! Get shanked, BITCH!!!" I jumped up in excitement. Mark smiled, and just raised an eyebrow.

"You realize it's 5-3, right? And you do realize that I'm the five?" Mark took a sip of his Sonic slushie.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm catching up! If you're so confident, why don't we make a bet?"

"Sure, I'm on for anything."

"If I win, then you have to tell me what you really do because I know that you're not all bad."

"Fine. And if I win?"

"I don't know, what do you want?"

"You have to do what I say all night, deal?"

"Hmph, fine. Whatever. Deal." I shook his hand, and we picked our characters.

In the end, I lost. It's only because of his fucking charge ups. "Ugh, fine Mark. What do you want?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Before I could look at him, he plunged into me with his lips. He started kissing me, and of course my only instinct was to kiss back. My hands wrapped around his neck like wrapping paper. His arm wrapped my back, and his other hand held my head. My leg was in between both of his. His hand slowly moved down my body. We both pulled away. We looked into each other's eyes, staring into a portal of a story neither of us knew. I pulled down his head, and continued to kiss him. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me upstairs to his room. Then slammed me on the bed, and continued to kiss me. He stopped, and got up. "W-what, um....what are you d-doing?"

"You're not off your period, and you're a mortal. Do you want to be ripped into shreds by time?" Mark asked, smirking. I shook my head. "Didn't think so. I'm going to go and clean up our mess. You should take a shower, and get ready for bed." He started walking out.

"What about our bet?"

"Tomorrow I'll make dinner, and tell you everything. Goodnight Sam."

I covered my hands over my face, and grabbed one of Mark's pillows. The pillow softened my scream of anger.