the beginning of darkiplier

The begin

'Run markimoo, run' screamed the 3 boys who were chasing Mark into an alleyway. He run until he couldn't run further. 'Please guys, you don't have to do this' begged Mark. 'Actually we do' said the boys and started hitting and kicking mark. They messed him up real good and then walked away. Mark couldn't stand up. His face was purple and blue from the brushes. And his stomach hurts to much to even move a little bit.

After a while laying there Mark started realizing that he was safe. He stood up and tried to walk. He immediately fell again. The tears poored on the ground and Mark didn't know what to do. "Don't cry little boy" it was a man. He reached out his hand and helped Mark up. "I will help you" he said and started walking with Mark to a bar. "Come" he walked around the back and they got into a dark room. "What is thi...i...." before Mark could finish his sentence he got a napkin in front of his mouth and he passed out.

When Mark woke up he was tied to a chair, he tried to move but nothing worked. He felt a deep pain in his arm. He looked and the man had a needle put in his arm. There came a flued out of the needle in his body. Mark was really scared and didn't know what to do. He couldn't speak because of the paper in his mouth, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything. He only could look and watch while the flued entered his body. As soon as everything was in he had struggle keeping his eyes open. He passed out again. When he woke up he was home. He ran downstairs and searched for his mother. She was in the kitchen making dinner. He hugged her and started crying. "There there my brave boy, it was just a bad dream".

10 years later...

Mark walked down the street and watched the content he had just shoot with his buddies Bob and Wade. He dropped his phone when he bumped into someone. He grabbed his phone and looked up. It was the man. The man from his dream. The man who haunted him for years in his sleep. "Oh hey Mark" he said. "How do you know my name?" said Mark and he took a step back. "You know why" he said and had a big smile on his face. "No that wasn't real, your not real, my therapist told me that". "I'm real". Mark looked at him. He was so angry and so scared at the same time. He didn't know what to do. The man took a step closer and wanted to grab his arm. Mark slapped the arm away and with it the man himself. He trew him so far away that the man ended at the other end of the street. Mark was shocked. What was that? That was not normal. How was he so strong? Mark ran to the man and tried to help him get up. The man didn't respond and Mark was worried. Mark checked his wrist, but it was too late. The man was died. 

Mark ran away, this was too much. He knew he should have called 911, but a otherside of him said that they would only accuse him. He kept running to his home and finally inside he could rest. "What was that?!" "How did I?!" Mark freaked out. He was some kind of monster. He killed someone. But in someway it felt good. He felt some kind of rush of adrenaline and joy. Mark started to walk to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. He laughed with a big smile on his face and ran outside. He started stabbing people and kept laughing. The police arrived and started shooting at him but before the bullets hit him he glitched and avoided the bullets. The police tried to grab Mark but nothing worked. He laughed harder and shouted: "I will destroy your world and everyone in it!"

"Everyone be careful of the rage of Darkiplier!".

As soon as he said that he disappeared.
But for how long are we save?