Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

25: Slip

You were running, never turning back. All you knew was to run. They took him. They took the one you loved and probably killed him. Now they were after you. The only thing that kept you running was you grasp on the tiny light of hope that maybe, just maybe they didn't kill him and you'd be able to see adorkable, red haired idiot you always knew.

You lose your rhythm in your sprint and trip, throwing your hands out for support. Your palms burn, scraping the hard, rough cement. They begin to feel warm, probably from blood. You pick yourself up and continue to run, in the light of day, not even trying to hide. The odds that Mark is still alive are terrifyingly slim. You refuse to give, though, holding on for him. This gives your legs more strength, making you run harder and longer, though you are short on air.

Your focus is jarred as you hear yelling behind you. Why is no one out in the streets? Why is the city so desolate?

You immediately turn and swing the glass door open, bolting into the building and scrambling for the stairs. Your legs wobble at the sound of broken glass and your throat throbs as you continue to work your exhausted legs.

Up

Up

Up

Up

Up

Up

Up

And up

Ten flights of stairs until you burst out the door to the blazing sunlight on the roof. You back away from the door, anticipating them to come rushing out after you. This is it. This is the end. If Mark isn't gone, then you are. Finally, someone, dressed in full black, comes bursting out the door, running at you.

"PLEASE STOP!"you scream, backing away violently.

Silence.

The figure stands still,

Watching you.

Terrified, you stare back.

Silence.

Your heavy breathing

Intensifies the pounding

Of your head and heart.

It hurts.

Your whole body hurts.

All you can see

On the person

Is black.

The figure slowly steps forwards.

Suddenly thrusting his hand out.

You jump back.

But you don't realize...

You jumped off the edge.

You feel the ground dissipate. You feel the pull of gravity begin to take you and begin to feel weightless. The world moves in slow motion as the last of your heel begins to leave the edge.

"NO!"the figure screams, jumping at you.

He grabs your wrist, using the other hand to grab the other. He pulls you up and you're shaking like a leaf, so you collapse to the ground. Shaking, you back away, kicking your legs and scooting across the pavement.

"(Y/N)..."he says, removing the face mask.

His red hair floofs out of the hood, fluffing up on his head as his brown eyes soften. You freeze, staring up at Mark in fear and shock.

You begin to cry, shooting off of the pavement and into his arms,"OH MY GOD, MARK!"

You both break down, holding each other tighter than you thought possible. You squeeze him desperately, sobbing into his chest. You look up at him, feeling one of his own tears hit your cheek. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him, crying still. Mark holds you tight, deepening the kiss.

Finally, Mark pulls away, caressing your wet cheek,"I'm never letting you go ever again."

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