Too far (A Jacksepticeye and Markiplier story)

Chapter 8

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MARK woke up lying on a wooden floor. He sat up, then groaned as pain immediately travelled throughout his head. All he remembered was Jack helping him, then calling the police.

Wait...Jack.

Mark stood up quickly, ignoring the rush of nausea he got, then searched the room. Jack wasn't to be found in the room Mark was in, and that made him worried.

Mark tried to recognize the room he was in, but only found that he was placed in the bedroom of someone's house.

A medium sized bed sat in the corner of the room, covered by a large blue blanket. Four dark blue white striped pillows sat at the top of the bed. Besides the bed, was a brown wooden nightstand, and there stood a lamp on the nightstand.

After observing the room, Mark went to the door and twisted the knob. He was surprised to find that the door was unlocked, and didn't take a second glance at the room behind him, before wondering off into the hallway.

The house smelt... familiar. Mark couldn't tell what it was that seemed to familiar to him, but that didn't stop him from walking further into the home.

"Ah, ah ,ah, you cannot go any further"

Mark felt his heart drop into his stomach, as he slowly turned around. He was met with an unknown person.

"Who are you" Mark demanded crossing his arms, getting straight to the point.

"You can call me.. Lizzy" The unknown girl smirked at Mark, resting her nasty hand on his shoulder.

"I was your master's- or puppet master- shall I say- partner" The girl took her hand away from Mark and gripped her hand on something hard. Mark then realized that item she was gripping was Jack and Mark's phone.

Just the thought of that man made Mark feel sick. Anger bubbled up inside of him, but he tried to calm himself.

"Where's Jack" Mark demanded, just as a low groan was heard from the living room.

Mark rushed over, and saw Jack laying there holding his stomach, which wasn't bleeding as bad as before.

"I stitched him up and let's just say..he woke up in the middle of it" 'Lizzy' walked over to the two of them.

"So why is he in pain?!" Mark asked looking at her with wide eyes.

Lizzy shrugged mindlessly. "My ring got caught on one of his stitches so it ripped his skin a little bit more"

The way she said it so...carelessly, made Mark want to pounce at her. He held himself back, as his body trembled.

Lizzy pulled a pack of what looked to be cigarettes. Pulling out a lighter too, she lit her cigarette then put it in her mouth staring at Mark.

(DO.NOT.MAKE.LIT.JOKES. 😂😂)

Mark scooted towards Jack, trying to think of a plan to get out of where ever the hell they were.

As Lizzy turned away, Mark quickly lowered his lips near Jack's ear, making sure that she wasn't listening.

"Jack, don't worry bud, I'll make sure we get out of here" Mark sat back up when she walked back over to them.

"And it's set! Now we wait for the guests to arrive!"

"What guests?" Mark asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh, you know, just a dumb swedish guy" Lizzy waved her hand in the air rolling her eyes.

"Don't you FUCKING dare touch Felix!" Jack finally spoke up, startling Mark.