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Markiplier/Everyone ~ Pain

A/N: I had to write a short story for a school project in English class, just going off of the title "12 Angry Men." I had complete writer's block for the names so I chose all of the BTS member's names (sorry I'm such trash) and Mark, Jack, Dan, Phil, and Felix. I decided to put it in here for fun. If you want me to make this a longer thing then I will, just tell me in the comments, and if not, that's fine too. I hope you guys enjoy my weird writing piece. I will post something more romancey and fan fictiony later this week, I promise. *crosses heart* Sorry for the slow updates btw, I've been swamped with homework and have a mild case of writer's block.

I clenched my fists by my side and stared into the mirror. My lip was puffy and bleeding from one side, my right eye was shut tight and a swirling purple colour, and a had a long thin cut streaked across my cheek.

"Damn that Namjoon," I mumbled under my breath, wincing at the pain that ran through me when I spoke.

Kim Namjoon, my arch nemesis, had just declared war on my gang. His gang was the biggest in the area, which made him cocky and egotistical. He constantly tried to run the area, that our gangs lived in in, and everyone in it. My gang was the second biggest, thus the tension between Namjoon and I was incredibly high. Today he had gone over board, he had tried to take over my base, and my gang. I was not going to stand for this.

Flashback

I turned to face my four veterans before me. These men had been with me since the beginning of this gang, and I would trust them with my life in an instant. At the moment we were going over a new scouting plan, there had been recent unwanted activity on our borders thanks to Jungkook.

"I was thinking we could send some of the rookies out to do a border patrol." I announced in my deep voice, to the group.

"I would normally say that's a good idea but I've heard that Namjoon and his gang have been stirring up mischief along our borders," Jack furrowed his brown eyebrows together, a dark shadow falling over his normally bright blue eyes.

Jack was about an inch taller than me at 5' 9", and had bright green hair that was previously brown. His long lanky arms were crossed against his small, yet muscled, chest.

"We wouldn't want Namjoon and his minions to kill one of ours, especially not a newbie," Felix agreed with a sarcastic smirk plastered onto his pale swedish face.

Felix ran a hair through his short blond fringe and turned to look at my other veterans, Dan and Phil, "What do you two think we should do?"

"Umm, I think we should..." Dan's british voice trailed off as he caught Phil's blue eyes with his own brown gaze.

Dan and Phil, nicknamed "the British Giants," were incredibly close. They had joined my gang at a very young age together, and only truly trusted each other.

Phil raised his eyebrows at Dan and ran a hand through his black hair before finishing Dan's sentence, "We should go and do the border patrol ourselves."

All five of us somberly nodded our heads in agreement.

I stepped foot into the ankle deep grass, and looked towards the distance, shielding my brown eyes from the rising sun. Jack, Felix, Dan, Phil, and I were just finishing up our patrol. I felt a sense of calm wash over me as a slight breeze ruffled through my bright red hair. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the sun's warmth seep through me.

A gunshot whizzed past my head, snapping me back to attention as I reflexively pulled out my own gun and aimed straight ahead.

Min Yoongi, one of Namjoon's highest veterans, stepped out from behind a tree in front of me, "Geez, your age must be getting to you. Even you should know better that to let your guard down at a border."

He squinted his dark brown eyes at me and made a point to flick his silver hair. I knew he was right so all I could do was growl in his direction.

"Yoongi! Is everything alright?" A youthful voice echoed from behind him.

Park Jimin jumped out beside Yoongi and his eyes widened slightly in fear as he saw me.

"Whoa, dude. Calm down," Jimin said, as he slowly raised his hands into the air.

I realised that I still had my gun trained on the two asian men before me, "Uh, right. Sorry"

"Meh. It's okay, we were doing the same thing. Come on out guys," Yoongi said to the bush, a bored smirk on his pale face.

Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook, stepped into my view.

"Wow, have anyone else hiding back there too?" Yoongi gave me a dissatisfied glare.

"Alright, alright. Where's your beloved leader though?" I growled, giving each man a cold stare.

It was the youngest, Jungkook at the age of 18, who spoke up, "Have you not noticed that you were alone?"

My eyes went wide with fear and disbelief as I looked for my members. There was not a sign of any of them, leaving me with a gutted feeling in my stomach. I knew something horribly wrong had happened.

"What did you do?" I grumbled, trying not to let my fear be heard in my voice.

"It's not what we did, It's what our 'beloved leader' did," Hoseok smiled amusedly.

A sharp pain shot through my right calf and I fell to the ground with a yelp, "My, my, my, Markimoo. I thought you were smarter than this, "He paused his cooing to tap his chin, "Wait me and my 148 IQ forgot how stupid you are."

I could only gasp as Namjoon thrust his boot hard into my stomach, leaving me winded, "This was so easy it was almost boring."

An evil smile spread across his face and a wave of darkness seemed to fall over him as he looked into the dirt, "Why don't we make this more fun," His lifted his face to meet mine, his bleach blond hair falling over his almost black eyes, "Fight me."

He took a step back and raised his closed fists to his face.

I closed my eyes for a second to regather myself, "I'm going to die here aren't I?" I shook my head slightly, "No, I will fight and I will live. I will fight for Jack, and Felix, and Dan,, and Phil. I will fight for the whole gang."

I stumbled to my feet and weakly placed my hands in front of me. Namjoon began to circle me, his eyes glinting with amusement as though he was toying with his prey.

As fast as my arm would let me, I snaked it out and punched Namjoon square in the nose. My hand shuddered in recoil as his nose exploded with blood.

Namjoon slowly squared his face to look at me, his eyes were now completely black, "That's how you want to play huh? I'm fine with that."

Pain ricoshayed through my head, I felt as though my eye was trying to be pushed through my brain. A darkness surrounded me, reminding me of Namjoon's eyes as he punched me. His laugh, thick with his Korean accent, echoed through my place of hell. It felt as though my head was in a vice, the pain squeezed and pressed into me from every direction. I felt a scream escape my bruised lips as the pain took over my mind. My hands instinctively reached for my head, aimlessly searching for an off switch to my pain that wasn't there.