In Between [Crankiplier]

18. Payback bitch

Mark POV

I can't fight anyone. I'm such a freaking wimp, but with Ethan I find a new strength.

The doctor's strapped me up after the whole Ethan thing but I got released the next day because I only had minor injuries. That wasn't true but it doesn't really matter. Now if I want to visit then security has to come with me or something. Just because I wanted to be with them.

I still can't figure out what all that stuff was. What was that yellow liquid? And didn't they have a lot less hair then I remember? Probably anger issues or something. After their mother, I wouldn't be shocked if they slowly developed. Knowing Ethan, they probably just pushed it all into the back of their mind. I wouldn't want those issues either.

I take off my glasses and look at myself in the mirror. Throwing them to the floor, I begin to shave off my hair with a razor. Ridding everything left of the good side of me. I'm dark now.

I grab my leather jacket and sprint down the stairs.

"Honey where are yo-" I give my mother the middle finger and close the door. I grab my board and start boarding. Tears well in my eyes when Ethan's house comes to view but I hold them in. I'm a cold, heartless, bitch.

When I get to school I throw the piece of shit board to wherever and go to the office.

"Where are the school contact books?" I ask.

"Oh here Mark, bring it back when you can." A woman smiles.

I grab it harshly. "Thanks." The woman gasps at my coldness making me laugh maniacally.

I look for those cold bastard's names and find the two live in the same house. They should be close to the school by now. I throw it though the door and back at the women then leave to the guys' roadway.

I see the two holding hands down the street, smiling widely. These homophobic assholes are gay themselves?

When Felix notices me his smile disappears and he quickly nudges Cry. They drop their hands quickly. Felix puts his hand on his neck nervously. "H-hey Dude. How's it g-going?"

"Not well Felix. Not. Well," I growl. "Guess who's in the fucking hospital because of you two?"

"Shit." Cry mutters. They turn and run but I grab them by their collars.

"Now now, you can't just run away from your problems now can you?" I sing smoothly. "You have to face them."

I threw Cry across the pavement like a football. He yelped in pain as blood slowly oozed out of his body. But I didn't care. He deserved this.

Felix was trying to get to Cry but I held him strong. I kicked him in the crotch just like he did to me. I punch him in the jaw making him wince.

"Apologize." I growl.

"What..?" He asks helplessly. I punch him again.

"APOLOGIZE!" I scream.

"I'm sorry." Felix cries.

"Thank you."

"Because that freak is in the hospital and not dead." Felix finishes, stifling a laugh. I throw him into the woods, making it a longer journey for them to get back in each other's arms.

I think my duty is done here. So why don't we beat up some security guards, shall we? Damnet. With all these questions I ask myself I might as well have dissociative identity disorder.

After a good ten minute sprint, I reach the hospital. I kick the doors open and run to their room before security can stop me.

"Sir. Sir!" A guy yells. I open the curtains but it's.. empty.

"Where'd you move them!?" I scream. "WHERE'S ETHAN?"

"Sh- they...." a doctor sighs. "Are in the OR.."

"W-when will they be out..?" I whisper.

"A few hours."

"Hours?" I gasp. Fuck. "Well I'll be here..."

I go back to the waiting room outside the room. I sit in a plastic chair, turning my head into my shoulder. You'll be okay Ethan. You will be okay.

Ethan POV

"Ethaaaaan. Waaaaakeee upppp." The hazy voice of a man inches away from me sounds way too loud than it should.

I see the all too familiar light blue scrub cap and breathing mask I've seen in several Netflix shows.

"You're just getting out of anesthesia so everything will be a bit wonky but you'll be alright."

"What the hell did you operate on?" I ask. "I have- cancer there's not much you can do."

"We cut you open and inspected the cells to see how much it has spread Nestor," the doctor sighs. "Not too good. But pretty treatable."

"Pretty treatable?" I scoff. "You know it doesn't matter. Bring me back to my room. Let Mark Fischbach be able to come in."

"Whatever you'd like si- um mi- uh- Ethan."

I turn my head and try to seem like I'm asleep so he'll piss off. He brings me to my room and leaves in peace. I carefully open my eyes. The room is bright and broken, just as I remember.

"Get out of my way before I make you." A low voice growls feet away.

I see a figure run to my curtains then they're quickly opened and closed. Marks face is terrifying with anger and rage but it quickly softens at the sight of me. His hair is shaved off too. What the hell happened?

"You're here." Mark smiles.

"I'm here," I respond. "You'll be here.. right?"

He walks up to me and puts his hand in mine. He brings my pale skin to his lips and kisses it softly. "Always."

I'm terribly sorry for the late update. Writer's block.