Not a Game (Youtube Fanfiction)

Chapter 23

Mark's POV

"Where did they go?!? I asked.

I tried to get up from the wall but I am pushed down by an invisible force, back to the wall. Then I am hit with a huge wave of nausea that came out of nowhere and a migraine that pounded its way into my head.

"Ohhhhhh" I moaned as I held my head in my hand and collapsed against the .

"Mark are you okay?" Ken said as they all ran over to me except Matt who couldn't take his eyes off the spot.

"I'm fine," I lied "What about Matt?"

They all look over to see him motionless, not blinking and not even breathing. He was just staring at the spot that Nate and Ethan were in just one moment ago. Wade waved a hand in front of his face but he didn't even notice. He didn't even flinch. Didn't move a muscle. Then he started to shake. They tried to steady him but the force that was keeping me down, was keeping them from touching him. They all seemed to be preoccupied with Matthew  that they didn't notice when I started to shake uncontrollably too. When they did notice it was already too late. The wall had swallowed me.

And then swallowed Matt.

Ethan's POV

Being dead shouldn't hurt this much. Being dead shouldn't hurt at all.

That is all I can think at this point. Well that means I am not dead.

I sit up and groan while doing it. That hurts, a lot. I open my eyes but it is pitch black and I can't see a thing. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness a little bit and soon I can see a room. It isn't much of anything though. It looks like a dungeon. The walls are made of brick and the door looks like it's made of metal that is like 5 inches thick. I see that there is a barred window on the cell. I try to get up, but the moment that I try to stand, I collapse a a wave of nausea rolls over me. I feel my neck where Nate cut it and I feel dry blood all over my neck. I don't dare try to get it off, even though it is mildly uncomfortable, I don't want to risk it. I could open the scab and risk dying. I already should be dead, and I am not going to test my luck again.

I work on getting up again, but this time I go slowly, as to not collapse again. When I finally get up all of the way, I slowly make my way over to the door. When I get there I try to open the door. No luck. Well I didn't have high hopes for that anyways. I begin to pay attention to the window. I look through and I see a hallway with more doors. The hall seemed to match the mood of my cell. Depressing and fucked up. There were a couple of really dim lights that flickered and made a light buzzing sound. It would be better if there were no lights at all, they were doing practically nothing and the sound my my head throb even more. I look at the door across from me. I think I hear something from within the door.

"Hello?" I manage to strangle out, though it was very weak and hoarse. It sounded as though I was whispering, even though I had meant for it to be load.

Nothing.

"H-hello? Someone there?" I forced out, this time having it sound a little bit louder.

I see some faint movement inside the door and then I see him. It was Jack but he looked like he had been hit by a bus. His hair looked as though the fun loving green was stripped of all happiness and life to the point where it looked like the green was evil and was ruffled like he hadn't done it in years. His face wasn't its normal smiling self. Instead it looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks and his mouth could show no emotion. But the worst part about him where the eyes. one of them was the normal ocean blue, but the other was the bad part. His left eye was pitch black until you got to the iris, which was a green that looked about the same shade as his hair.

"W-who's there?" Jack calls out and looks around. He doesn't seem to notice me in my cell. He is looking down the hall for someone. His voice was shaking a little bit.

"Jack, I'm over here." I call out as loud as I can, though it is not as loud as I wanted it to be. "I am right in front of you!"

He looks at me and his eye lit up as he saw me. "Ethan! What are you doing here?" His voice was still quivering a little bit and he looked as though he was being cautious of something.

"We came to save you but Nate found out." I got out.

"Don't say his name." Jack said with nervousness in his eye that was normal.

"Why it's not like he can he-"

"Aww did the little blue boi get a boo boo?" Nate said as he walked out of the shadows.

I see Jack back away a little bit from the window and I follow his lead. I don't know what the fuck is going on with Nate but I don't want to find out.

"Well don't back away from me," He said walking closer to me.

Next thing I know he is right in my face. Before I can safely back away he grabs my hair and pulls my face forward and yanks my head back enough for him to be able to see my neck really well. he then, with his other hand, started to feel the scab, like he was proud of his work. I stood there paralyzed as he did it, not wanting him to reopen the wound.

"You know I was planning on using Mark until you opened up your little bitchy mouth." Nate said, not taking his eyes off of my neck.

I said nothing, not wanting to do anything to set him off.

"Aww, talk to me blue boi, I know you want to say something." Nate cooed at me, taking his eyes off my neck  and putting my head down where it was positioned at his face so that he could make eye contact with me.

I wanted to sink so far into my own skin so that I could hide from the eyes that looked like they were trying to stare down into my soul. He saw how I looks so he then, out of nowhere, pulled out the knife that he had used to cut my throat, and put it so it's point was on the side of my face, and then he spun it around slightly so it started to poke into my skin.

"Hey, leave him alone!"

That wasn't Jack talking.

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Hey Guys,

So I know cliffhanger, but I wanted this chapter to come out as soon as possible because I have left you without a chapter for a long time and it was finally time to bring back the blue boi. There was no way I was going to kill Ethan, I love him too much as a person and he is too nice. Also my friend is going to kill me for making her think he was dead. Anyways, thank you all for being so patient with me for so long because school sucks and I always have a pound of homework everyday, which I need to get back too. Sooo...

Lots of Love,

Bethany