Five Nights at Freddy's (Natemare Story)

Night Five (Part 6)

MARK'S POV

When I saw Lily get her arm broken and knocked out, I felt that fury rise inside of me, my lips curling into a sneer. He just crossed the line, and now he's going to pay for this.
"What? Mad that your lover lost?" Natemare snickered, grabbing his gun. "Well she'll be waking up to see your insides all over the floor."
I hold up my axe. "Not gonna happen, buddy. You're gonna burn for this."

Natemare laughed evilly. "I would love to see you try."
I matched his smile with my own. "Then let's dance."

Charging at him with a yell, I swung my axe, feeling it cut his shoulder. Whirling around as he yelled in pain, I managed to knock the gun out of his hand.

"ARGH!" Natemare said loudly before coming at me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt, hoisting me up against the wall in a choke hold. "That HURT!"
I smiled again. "Good. Because it should hurt."

Kicking him in the leg, I ducked under his swing of his arm. Turning back around, he swung again, this time punching me square in the face, causing me to stumble backwards. Lifting my head up, he had his gun back, and he fired. Getting away at the last second, I heard it fly by my ear before smacking through the wall behind me. Using my axe again, he caught it in his hand, tossing it away before quickly pointing the barrel of the gun at my forehead.

"I gotta say..you pack quite the fight." He said, smiling through the blood on his teeth. "But unfortunately it's not good enough."
I glanced quickly, seeing that Lily was slowly getting back up, only to pass out again. "If you say so..."
Going at him again, he pulled the trigger again, but he missed by a hair. Throwing a punch across his face, I knocked him to the ground, kicking him in the gut.

"You were once my friend..." I said, kicking him again. "But now...you're a cold blooded killer...and I fucking hate you."
Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I shoved him backwards, adrenaline beginning to coarse through me. Yelling, he wrapped his hands around a pipe, yanking it off. Eyes widening, he had that mad, insane look on his face before charging at me. Throwing the chair, it caught him off guard, but it didn't stop him. Watching Natemare swing, I felt it smack me upside the head, causing me to fall down, everything spinning around me.

"Now THIS.." I heard him say, feeling him smack the pipe on my back, making me yell in pain as I fell flat on my stomach. "is MORE LIKE IT!"
He continued to hit me, and I began seeing black spots in my vision, red covering my mouth. I tried getting up, but he only hit harder. At some point I felt weak, feeling my eyes roll into the back of my head.

LILY'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes, seeing through my blurry vision that Mark was on the ground, Natemare hovering over him as he beat the shit out of him with a pipe. Immediately alarmed, I used my good arm to quietly grab my knife. Wiping my face, the side of my hand came away red. Lightly touching the side of my face, I felt a huge gash on my cheek, wincing in pain. Slowly standing up, I bite my lip from the pain shooting up my bad arm.

"So you see..." Natemare began, kneeling down in front of Mark's still body, but I could hear his shaky breathing. "In the end of all of this...I win. And it's all because of you making it so easy to beat. I mean look at you..you're practically losing your life as you lay here." He grabbed his gun, his hand splattered with blood. "And now..it's my turn to finish this."

Watching him load it up, he pointed it at Mark's head, and I slowly made my way to them, each step feeling like a two ton weight is tied around my ankles. My vision was still blurry, everything slightly moving in a circle.
I had to get to him. I had to get to them before it's too late. I won't let Mark die, not like this. Not by the hand of some psychopath who was once his friend. Who once was someone I watched on YouTube on a daily basis. And now...he's not that guy anymore.

"Not today, Natemare." I said through gritted teeth before I shoved my knife through his neck, his blood spilling on my hand and fingertips. Watching him gag, I kicked the gun out of his hand, smashing it with my foot. He grabbed my hand, but when he did, it was already over. Slumping over, I let the knife slide out of his neck, his own blood forming a pool around his now dead body.

"Goodnight...psycho." I said, turning my attention to Mark. Kneeling down by him, I noticed he was looking up at me, agony written all over his face.
"You okay?" He asked, his voice raspy.

I give a small nod. "Yeah...I'll be fine. You?"

Mark lightly scoffed. "Feels like my back is shattered into pieces...but I hope it isn't.."
Chuckling, I grabbed the phone by the monitors, dialing 911 to come help us. Once I told them where we were, I hung up.

"They should be here soon." I said, laying on my good side next to him.
"Okay." Mark said as I inched closer. "It hurts to breathe..."
I gave him a sad look. "Just hang in there..they'll be here really soon. I promise."

A couple minutes later, I heard sirens outside, meaning the ambulance has arrived. Seeing them show up a few minutes later, they took both of us out on a stretcher and to the hospital.