Dark Storms (Crankgameplays x Reader)

Chapter 19: The Nightmare Comes to Life

     Mark was walking alongside his lost love, she was in her yellow dress like she always had been in, the same dress he last saw her in. He was holding her hand tightly as they reached the spot where they had stopped to take a break when they had their little talk. The lighting twinkled her eyes as her blonde hair shone in the bright light of the sun. To him she looked beautiful and just perfect in any way possible.

      "I need to tell you somethin' Amy, something I didn't want to say earlier because I knew it wouldn't end well for either of us and it wouldn't last, but Amy Nelson I love you and I wish I could change my past so we can be together. I know we c-" Amy pressed her lips onto his to silence his rambling. Mark's eyes widened at the sudden contact of their lips but soon eased into it and wrapped his arms around her closing his eyes softly. After about 10 seconds they pulled away and gazed into each others eyes lovingly. Only seconds went by until he heard the sound of a gun crack and her body jerk a bit closer to him. She looked at him with a blank expression before shakily looking down to see blood spilling from her chest. Blood seeped through her yellow dress as she looked back up to Mark to only collapse into his strong muscular figure. Mark held her tightly to his chest as blood covered his hands, he held her as tears poured from his glistening red eyes. He was bawling and not the pretty kind either, she was bleeding out in his arms like all of his former friends had and his brother. Mark put his face into her chest as he hysterically cried. The only thing he couyld hear around him was the sound of her slowing heart beat pounding like thunder during a dark storm.

     He cried and cried into her bleeding chest, her heart soon had stopped. Mark lifted his head from her chest hearing the sound of shattering glass as she broke into tiny shards of glass onto his lap. She was taken away again, all he could do was cry and scream nothing more. He laid his arms onto the cold ground and placed his forehead on them while he sobbed. That was when the voices came.

     "It's all your fault."

     "You started this!"

     "She risked her life for you! All of them did!"

      "You can't protect anyone!"

     "They are probably glad they are dead!"

     The voices all around him came from one person and only one person, his father. He was talking to him, but when he lifted his head to see if it was true, 6 images of his father were all standing around him with an angered look in his eyes like the ones he had when he was a child.

     "STOP! STOP!" Mark screamed gripping his head tightly as he gritted his teeth at the loud voices booming in his ears. A the voices soon subsided but the people did not, he looked up a little to see boots coming towards him. He glanced uop at the one who was walking towards him to see it was the Marshall.

     "You're next..." was all he said before raising his gun and shooting the weapon, Mark flinched just as time slowed down. The bullet coming straight for him was just inches from his nose. Mark joltted awake with a loud ear raping scream. Tyler jumped at the sudden noise and looked to his friend who had fully sat up sweating from the rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. He quickly got up from his place by the fire and went to his friends side.

     "Are you alright Mark? What's wrong?" His friend panicked, seeing that the whole thing was a dream Mark eased himself as he looked at his concerned friend sitting in front of him.

     "I-I'm fine, has Ethan and (Y/n) returned yet?"

     "No, but they will come back soon now get back to sleep you need it," Tyler stated standing from his spot to walk back over to the fire that awaited him.

     "Tyler I am gonna go piss. I will be right back," Mark said standing up from his bed and walked off into the woods to use the bathroom. He was still a bit sweaty from his nightmare that he had not long ago. He unzipped his pants when he got to a good location, but froze upon hearing the sound of boots coming up behind him. He started to turn, but before he could a blade went across his throat. He gasped at the sudden contact and pain as blood poured down his neck. Mark fell to his knees with a loud thud, he looked to the man who had slit his throat, it was the Marshall standing over him with a smirk on his chapped lips. Marks eyes rolled back into his head before he collapsed onto the cold ground. The Marshall walked off towards the group of men who had been waiting for him.

     "Now we wait a little while then attack, Matt and I will gather the other group and head up the river more," Marshall said to his men before parting ways with the 10 other men with Matt by his side as they went their own way. Tonight was going to be rough