Results of A Rather Horrid Bet And Dispute [a Markiplier Fanfiction]

Scene 48 Final Battle Part 4

Ally's POV

It wasn't long after Jon had made the confession that we may not be so safe,  that I noticed the we're dragon began to slow and lose the pattern in which his wings were flapping. I looked up and saw that every few seconds his head shook as if he was trying to stay awake. "Jon! Are you okay?" I yelled to make sure he could hear me. Much like before he hesitated before he answered. "Well as you've already seen they've been keeping us all awake. I haven't slept in I don't know how long, plus it takes a lot of energy to control the dragon." He said. "Hang in there! We've got to find Mark!" It seemed that I had spoken too soon. My ears picked up
the sound of Mark screaming. "Jon! Up there!" I shouted, pointing in the direction I heard the screaming. "Mark's in trouble!"

Markiplier's POV

I felt another sharp pain in my side, I looked up to see that a familiar sword had hit me. There was blood all over the floor. The only good news is that Wade was showing small signs of life. I had to kept quiet about it though and tried not to look over at him to much. I was was of course over joyed about it, but if Darkiplier or Wilford found out, they'd probably kill him. The pain had hit shortly after I was stabbed. I closed my eyes, but no matter what I did I couldn't open them again. My throat was burning, and my body ached from past pains all coming back. I was screaming at the top of my lungs now. Memories of things that had broken my heart had become fresh visions right in front of me. Some where in the back of my mind, I could still here Darkiplier laughing like a maniac. Of all ways to die, this one had to be the worst. Eventually I could no longer scream. I knew there was no way out of this for me, but at least Wade might make it. I tried to relax and die in peace the best I could. That's when the visions and memories took full force, and I could no longer move.

Ally's POV

I became extremely worried when I could no longer here Mark's screams.
"Is he dead?" I thought terrified of what the answer could possibly be. Jon, Anthony, and I had all picked up his scent by now, and we seemed to be flying straight for him without a plan. "Jon! I need you to protect AJ!" The dragon turned his head to look at me. Enormous brown eyes with big black slits streaking down the middle met my own. From this point I could see just how little human characters weredragons had. His snout was shorter than I'd thought. It was kind of freaky how the human aspects were still sort of visible. I guess I had been staring at him for too long  because his eyes kind of looked away in that sort of sad and ashamed way. "You look terrified." He said in a sad tone. "No! No! It... actually looks kind of awesome!" I said, which was true, I had always found dragons to be really neat creatures ever since I was young, then again, who didn't. Jon's head quickly turned. "HOLD ON TIGHT!!!" he yelled.

Wilford Warfstache's POV

I was standing beside Darkiplier rather impatient. Not only did He promise me freedom from Mark's body forever, he also promised I would be paid. Soon I would be rich. A loud roaring sound came from the other side of the wall. The next second bricks were falling into the room. I could see nothing but a wall of fire in front of me. Then I noticed a large silhouetted shape of a large clawed creature was headed straight for me.

Ally's POV

"MARK!!!" I screamed when I saw him lying in the middle of the floor. I knelt down on the floor beside him. Jon was right behind me he spread his wings out in front of himself and made a dome shape around me and Mark. He lay AJ against one of his wings. "I'm gonna need as much time as I can get!" I said. Jon nodded, and gave me those grins that wasn't actually a smile. It was more like the face made when one was to growl. His mouth was filled with plenty of sharp teeth.  I looked back at Mark. The look on his face was cold and pain. His eyes were definitely moving back and forth behind his eye lids like he was dreaming. Then I realized, he must have been stabbed with that sword again. I had an idea! I grabbed my phone and went to YouTube. I quickly looked up Markiplier's eight million subscriber video. I fast forwarded to the fans talking about him and pressed play holding the phone right next to his ear. Then I began hoping and praying that he would wake up. I was literally praying, because it was the only other thing I knew to do. After several minutes the hair that were blue on his head began to glow bright red. There was a fire on his head as the hairs roots grew out. His hair his hair looked like redish-orange flames.

Markiplier's POV

The bad memories parted and I heard them. All those people who had been in the video with all there kind words had brought me back to reality. I opened my eyes, and was ver confused. "A-am I dead?" I asked "Mark!"scream Ally as she wrapped her arms around me tightly, crying into my shoulder. A huge dragon behind Ally let out a shrieking roar. His wings shot into the air as he turned and grabbed then threw Wilford though the glass window down to several stories below. Wilford probably wasn't going to survive the fall. "Jon!" Ally screamed. I looked to see that the dragon was bleeding half way down his back. A silver sword was stuck in his shoulder blade. He was very lucky Warfstache didn't get any closer or he'd die. "Get out of here!" I yelled. "I have to finish this!" After yanking the sword from his back Jon grabbed Ally, AJ, and Anthony and flew out of the hole they'd made in the wall. I looked down at the blood covered silver sword. My anger built up, I looked around the room for Darkiplier. I picked up the sword and held it high above my head. "WHERE'S THE BLACKSMITH?"