Not Quite Dead // CrankGamePlays X Reader (COMPLETED)

Eighteen

(___)= Name

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Ethan's POV

"Where's Marzia?" Dan questioned.

I tensed up at Dan's question. I felt  (___)'s eyes on me and swallowed, trying not to look back at her. I was the only one who really knew what happened.

I answered calmly. "Probably still with Pamela."

Tyler bumped his elbow against mine, earning my attention. He knew something was wrong. (___) wouldn't tell him, and neither would I. "Where's Mark?"

"Probably in a mood." Amy shyly told us. "He found out something...he's pretty upset."

Mark walked through the cafeteria right as Amy finished her sentence. He sat down and after a few seconds, glared at Dan.

Confused, we all looked to Dan. Mark jumped across the table and caused Dan's chair to fall backwards.

I stood up quickly, a terrified expression displayed on my face. The whole cafeteria went dead silent, everyone looking to us.

"Mark! Stop!" I yelled, running forward.

Mark landed a punch on Dan's throat then shoved me backwards. I almost lost my balance, but managed to grab the table before I did.

Mark's words came slowly with each punch. "Its-all your-fault!"

I looked to Amy for what Mark was talking about. I couldn't look at Dan anymore.

"What is he talking about?" Phil demanded.

"His.....his eye." She whispered. Amy slouched, averting her eyes.

Tyler grabbed Mark and pulled him off of Dan. Tyler grabbed his temple and hollered as Mark's elbow connected. Right when Tyler let go, Mark jumped back onto Dan.

"My eye is gone because of you!"

(___) ran forward hesitantly and kicked Mark forcefully. He looked to her and grabbed her ankle, pulling it forward. She hit the ground with a thud, her knife sliding out of her back pocket.

Mark noticed the knife and I let out a shocked gasp. I dove forward, attempting to get the knife. Mark managed to reach the knife before I did and swung his arm out, me backing up to avoid the sharp tip.

"Don't!" Phil pleaded.

Mark ignored Phil's begging and sliced Dan across the cheek. Dan winced at the feeling and attempted to shove Mark off him.

"Why don't you see how it feels?" Mark yelled, his voice cracking.

Mark lifted his arm, lowering the knife into Dan's eye. Dan shrieked, trying even harder to get Mark off him. Mark stabbed Dan, again, then again.

After multiple stabs, Mark stopped and took heavy breaths. He blinked, looking to all of us, then back to Dan. His features were nearly invisible, due to the bruises and blood. But through it all we could see his eye that wasn't stabbed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Mark's hands began to tremble at what he had just done. He looked down at the blood on his hands. Dan's blood.

"You.....you killed him!" Phil shouted.

He ran off, all of us still trying to figure out what just happened. I looked to the others, then followed Phil. After a few moments, I heard Tyler behind me.

"Phil! Wait!" I called after him.

Tyler caught up to me quickly, his long legs making his stride faster. We turned left, then right, then right again. We reached the entrance and Rosanna raised her eyebrows out of confusion.

"What's going on?" She asked, leaning forward.

We ignored her and followed after Phil. Tyler and I froze out of shock at the room Phil had gone into. The room where the weapons were kept.

I stood next to Tyler, my breathing heavy. Phil picked up a gun and turned around. Tyler raised his hands and started walking towards Phil.

"Phil, you don't need to d-"

He pulled the trigger. Tyler's head jerked back, his body falling to the floor. My eyes widened, my stomach dropping. I looked to Phil in horror then started backing away, turning to start running.

I felt a sharp pain in my leg, then on my side. I fell to the floor, the tile scraping my skin.

Phil was walking towards me, his footsteps seeming louder since my ear was pressed against the floor. I couldn't fight back or Phil would shoot me too. What was I supposed to do? 

I did the only thing I could think to do. Act dead.

I stared straight ahead as Phil reached me. He didn't stop, he just kept walking. Phil stepped on my hand, his shoe pressing my fingers into the hard floor. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out.

When Phil's steps faded away, I lifted myself up slowly. I looked to my leg, the bullet still visible as blood made its way down. Then, I lifted my shirt to see a scrape from the bullet. I wasn't shot there, luckily.

I turned around, looking at Tyler. He was staring directly at me. Not moving or breathing, just staring. He had been shot right between his eyes, it was horrible really. I broke into a sob at the sight, wanting so badly to know my best friend was okay.

Now I knew how Phil felt.

Phil. I closed my eyes and turned away from Tyler. I dragged my body along, struggling to move due to being shot.

Hearing a low bang, I held my breath as the building shook. That was no gun. I started to move faster, the blood running even faster down my leg. I had to save them.

I reached the cafeteria, cold air traveling through the hallway. My eyes widened once I looked inside, seeing the whole middle destroyed, fallen pieces of debris everywhere. Bodies were scattered around, blood covering majority of them.

I moved forward, looking for my friends. I noticed Mark laying on his side, his breathing shallow. Letting out a sigh of relief, I continued. Find everyone first, then help. Amy was only a few feet over from Mark with her hands balled tightly into fists.

(___). That's who I needed to find. After searching for a while, I had still not found her. Oh god. Please. She needs to be okay.

Seeing an arm sticking out of a pile of rubble, I took in a sharp breathe. I ran. I ignored all the pain I felt as I did. All that matters was that (___) was alive.

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Jesus I'm just killing everyone, right? Sorrrrrry

So I started a group chat with some girls who will be going to high school with me to get to know them. And my one friend who I already knew went "everyone send a pic of one of ur fandoms" and one of the girls sent Mark and I starTED DYING AND WE ALL JUST STARTED FANGIRLING AND SENDING PICS OF MARK AND ETHAN AND MAKING REFERENCES AND NOW I ALREADY HAVE FRIENDS OK I'M DONE

I have a tythan fic and it would mean a lot if you read it! It's only three chapters so far but I would really like some feedback. Its called Roomates if anyone was wondering :)

I'm also working on another Ethan fic which will probably be published soon. So be sure to stay tuned for that!

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