Chapter 15: Like A Clichè Story

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Your POV

I grabbed the butcher knife from Bea, and pointed it dangerously at Hailey. Hailey looked terrified. My mother, on the other hand, smirked. We stared at each other's eyes for a good 10 seconds, and I could almost see my mom's eyes filling with tears. To my surprise, Hailey ran off, dropping her weapon. She really was a coward. Marzia stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders. They were freezing cold, as if her fingers slowly rotted into bones. Jack, Mark, and Felix stared at us, and I took Paige's weapon away from her.

Paige and Bea ran away, going after Hailey.
"Good luck!" Bea yelled, as she disappeared. I stared at my mom, and Marzia meekly held up her weapon. I saw a glimmer of metal in my mom's shorty short jeans. A phone! I shot my mom a real mean look, just for the hell of it. I charged towards my mom...and stabbed her thigh.
"AGH!" She screamed, blood coming out of her leg. I smirked, and grabbed the phone. Marzia clapped, and I saw smiles on Mark, Jack, and Felix's faces. I called 9-11. Hopefully, this will be my last time calling.

"9-11 what's your emergency?" 9-11 asked.
"I don't know where I am, but me and my friend Marzia Bisognin have been kidnapped by m/n l/n. I stole her weapon and stabbed her in the leg, but she's not dead." I explained.
"You shouldn't have stabbed them. But, is anyone else hurt? I hear groaning." 9-11 asked.
"Yes. My three friends Mark Fischbach, Seán McLoughlin, and Felix Kjellberg have all been stabbed by her." I yelled.
"Thank you! We'll send the police right over. We can track you by the phone number. We can hack into it." 9-11 said, hanging up.

"I won't go down this easily!" My mom screeched, still bleeding. I backed away, and Marzia did, too. We ran over to our fallen loved ones.
"Jack! Mark!" I yelped, kneeling down next to them. The held both my hands.
"Felix!" Marzia yelled, hugging him lightly. Felix opened his clamped shut eyes. All of a sudden, police sirens were outside. 5 police men ran inside.
"M/n l/n! Put your hands up!" The lead police man demanded. My mom sighed, and stood up. She lifted her arms up, ignoring her pain.

"At jail we'll take care of you." One of the policemen said, hand-cuffing her. She started to scream and cry.
"I'L BE BACK! YOU FUCKERS YOU THINK YOU'RE SAFE?! FUCK YOU!" My mother screamed. The police men just grabbed her tighter and brought her into their car. We stood out side, helping Felix, Jack, and Mark stand up. All of a sudden, an ambulance drove up, it's lights blinding us. Three paramedics helped the boys into hospital beds, and into their vehicles.
"Can we be with them?" Marzia asked. The doctors nodded, letting us get in the back.

At their hospital rooms, we stayed inside with them.
"Mark...Jack...I hope you guys are alright..." I whispered, hugging them both lightly. They coughed, followed with a painful filled groan. Marzia started to cry, staring at Felix.

"Felix..." She sobbed. Felix responded with...silence. He got hit bad.

A/N: Will Felix be okay?

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