Kidnapped By Darkiplier

Chapter 8:Frat Party

Quick Author's Note~
In this chapter there is somewhat gore towards the end. If you are squeamish to descriptive death, you do not have to read this chapter. The only thing that you'll miss will be said in the next chapter. Thanks! Bye~

Mark's POV:
Once we got there, we instantly heard loud music that pumped through our blood like adrenaline. "Alright, this is where we split. You remember what Ashton looks like, right?" I stuffed my wallet in my back pocket.

"Brunette, green eyes, gold buck tooth, and a cat tattoo on his right arm." Sam pulled down her dress a bit.

"Yep. Alright, do not take ANY drugs. And make sure no one makes a drink for you. You make your own drinks, ok? Now I'm off."

"Wait Mark!"

"What?" Sam placed her hand on my shoulder, and gave me a peck on the lips.

"Please be safe. I know you can't get hurt, but please. Stay safe."

"Same to you. Bye Karen."

"Bye Josh." Sam walked across the street, meeting the group of girls she's assigned to. I hope what Jess said isn't true. Otherwise, we're fucked.

Sam's POV:
"Alright. Hey Sam!" One of the girls from the group greeted me. There were 4. Two blondes, who looked oddly similar, a brunette, and a red head. The red head greeted me first.

"Hey!" I waved at her. She slapped me.

"Bad girl! Bad! Tonight you're Karen Smith. You're 22 with bad family problems. And you're filthy rich. Anyways, I'm Kathy. That's Riley," she pointed at the brunette. "And those two, are Sara and Sally. They're twins. They may look dumb, but they'll kick your ass in an instant." The two blondes looked at their watches. Almost copying each other's move. "We are your spy team. Here, take this," Kathy handed me a small little black mic,"it's a microphone. There's a button right there. Click it and ask us anything you need to know. Alright, everyone spread! Sam, you stay with me. Tonight, we're the bestest of friends. I'll answer everything, and you just sit there and look pretty. Ashton likes dumb bitches. Got it? Now c'mon. Ashton isn't gonna bait himself." Kathy started walking towards the door.

"Wait, what do I do when he's wrapped around my fingers?" I followed her, trying to move in this dress that feels like duct tape around your body.

"You lead him outside. Mark will be ready."

"How?"

"You clearly don't know him. Now come on! Remember sexual, dumb, but girly." As soon as we got in Kathy was hit on, and so was I. We mushed through the crowd of dysfunctional assholes, and made our way to this guy and Ashton. He looked at me as if I were some goddess. "Andrew! What's up? This is my bestie, Karen!" Kathy wrapped her arm around Andrew's neck.

"What up Karen?! Yo, this my bro Ashton!" I could tell Andrew was already drunk.

"Why hello beautiful goddess! My pleasure to meet you!" Ashton bent down, and kissed my hand. I looked at Kathy with disgust. She just nudged me in my stomach.

"Oh! Haha! I'm flattered!" I wrapped a piece of my hair around my finger. Ash stood back up, and kept flirting with me. Eventually, he pulled me out to the dance floor to dance. Sorry, I meant grind. Kathy just looked at me, and giggled then walked off. Before I could leave to go get her, Ash grabbed my hand and guided me back to him. Of course, I had to play the part of dumb blonde. Great. Instead of panicking, I just followed his movements. One hand held his drink, and the other was on my hip. I decided to play along since I had no choice. As weird as it may sound, I'm doing this for Mark. I don't want to be the reason he fails this mission. Just as the "fun" was beginning, I notice "Josh" making out with some brunette bitch. At that moment I started heating up. I was madder than a bull. Mark wasn't mine, and I wasn't his. But his mission was to kill the bastard I'm behind me, and he clearly wasn't trying to accomplish it. So, I decided to actually have some fun. I turned around and whispered in Ash's ear, "Let's take this upstairs, shall we?" I grabbed his hand, and guided him upstairs as he cheered loudly. Like he had never lost his virginity. We passed "Josh", and automatically I knew he saw us. Payback's a bitch.

Before we even got fully in the room, Ash started making out with me. Instantly, I could taste the alcohol and it made me sick. But I pushed it to the side. Even though this kiss meant nothing to me, I kissed back. He pushed me on the bed, and ripped off his shirt. Showing his some-what of muscles. Mark's were bigger. Anyways! He began unbuckling his pants, before he could get his belt off the door swung open. It was Mr. Fuck Your Feelings. "What are you doing?! That's MY girlfriend!" Mark busted in, playing it out.

"Is he your boyfriend?!" Ash pointed at Mark.

"I don't know, that brunette was basically sucking off of his face!" I glared at Mark, and he glared back at me.

"Listen, dude, she's mine, ok? So just go back downstairs, and fine your own girl!" Ash grew aggressive.

"Excuse me?! One, she is a lady! You cannot claim her as yours until she chooses that. Two, you will NOT disrespect her like that! And three, you're pathetic if this is how you fill up that big ol' space in your non-existent heart!" Mark was dead up in Ash's face. Within any minute, some one was about to pounce. I got up, but before I could separate them both, I heard the gun shot. Expecting Ash to fall dead, Mark fell instead. And Ash was holding the gun. "MARK!!" I fell to my knees crouched beside him. Tears filling up my eyes, and anger filling up my mind.

"C'mom babe! Let's go somewhere else, just you and me." Ash put his shirt back on. For a second, I thought it was fake since Demons couldn't be hurt physically. But once that red liquid started leaking from his body I knew it was over. Not only for Mark, but for Ash. I stood up. Ash tried grabbing my hand, but I swatted it away. He tried again, but this time I caught. This time anger got control of me.

Mark's POV:
I laid there, motionless. Waiting for something to happen. Without being noticed, I scooted back. Sam had Ash's hand. She slowly looked into his eyes as Ash tried pulling away. "Let's announce our love outside. Shall we?" Sam said. Ash just smiled and nodded. Then, Sam turned her head to the side. "You're going to want to see this. I'll make you proud." Sam said, twitching her head. Without any context clues, I could tell she was talking to me. She knew I was alive. They walked out the room, and once they left I climbed out the window to the street.

As soon as I got out there, Sam and Ash were under a tree holding hands. Sam turned her head slightly, looking at me. She smiled. Just then, it went from Crazy Karen to Special Sam. Her eyes turned full red, and a line of blood traveled out of her ear. I got closer, waiting to see what she would do. That was my mistake. Just then, Sam ripped off his shirt, literally, and placed one finger in the middle of his pecs. Ash just smiled. Sam did too, except her smile was a different enjoyment. Sam slowly slid her finger down. Then she picked it up, and did it again. And again. Stroking him down, then down again, and once more. What could she be doing? This time, when she picked up her finger to stroke again, she dug deep into his skin. With her finger she slowly impaled him, stretching out his flesh. By now, he was in pain. He screamed, but no one heard. He tried moving, but he was frozen still by some sort of magic. Sam pierced farther,and farther until finally she pulled out her finger from his cracked rib age. Sam's whole hand was bloody. Then, she put both of her hands on his head. Manipulating him as he stood there in pain, and bleeding profusely. Sam licked the remaining stomach he had with her snake like tongue. Red bubbled started to fizz, and he was yelling louder, cursing words too. Tears filled his eyes, and worry filled my soul. Sam looked straight into his eyes, and began controlling his head. She moved side to side, up and down. Until finally, she smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and threw her head down which made Ash's neck snap from the force, and cocoon inside of his body. Sam smiled one last time, and pushed him down with her finger. He fell as if he were in Mortal Kombat, and the narrator had announced fatality. Then, Sam grabbed her head, and fell to her knees. Eventually fainting. Quickly, I ran over to her. As soon as I met with her, I could smell a decaying body as if he had been rotting for weeks which was actually substituted by minutes. I picked her up, and carried her to my car across the street. As soon as we were settled in, I drove home as fast as possible. Smiling for some odd reason.