Red (Colors Sequel)

Chapter 1

A/N :

So this is a sequel for Colors (Crankiplier). Obviously, there will be no Crankiplier in this (just mentions), but don't worry, the story will go on. The first few chapters will be in Mark's POV, but then will shift, it shouldn't be too confusing but I prefer prefacing this here. Anyways, have a good read, I hope you enjoy this as much (if not more) as the first book!

Ps : The video I linked is actually a song, I recommend playing towards the end of this chapter, where Mark goes back to his tent. But it can be played at the beginning too, just be sure to restart it at the end since it adds more to the scene.

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I cradled them in my arms, blinking two or twenty times to try and make the tears go away. But of course, they didn't.

I knew everyone was around me, looking at Ethan in various degrees of shock or grief, or both.

Their eyes were still open. They couldn't be dead if their eyes were still open, right?

I let my feet take me to the public place and, more specifically, to the stage that was still propped up there. After all this place already held so many bad memories, why not one more? Plus, I knew that it would be the best place to go to for us right now. Or for me I guess.

But no. Ethan couldn't be dead. I knew that in a second or two they were going to get up and laugh at their own little prank.
But there was so much blood... No. No no no.

I sat down at the edge of the stage, my legs dangling in the air. I sat Ethan down on my lap, holding their head close to my chest.

Maybe hearing my heartbeat would bring them back? Well, not back since they weren't gone, just asleep. They always did like waking up to my heartbeat; I knew it calmed them down.

"Come on Ethan. Wake up. This isn't funny anymore." Why weren't they answering?

"Mark?" I instinctively pulled Ethan closer to me. "Mark? It's me, Cry." Cry?

I slowly looked up from Ethan to Cry. Cry was wearing his mask so I couldn't see what he was thinking. Did he want to take Ethan from me? I pulled them even closer to me just in case.

"Are you ok?" Ok? Why wouldn't I be? "Of course I am."

Why was I still crying? And why was my voice wavering so damn much?

"You don't look it buddy." I shrugged and looked back down at Ethan. I slowly pushed the hair away from their eyes. They hated when it happened, but loved their somewhat long hair way too much to cut it. I had to say, longer hair did suit them bettet than short hair.

"You should close their eyes. Feels more right."

"Why should I?"

"Well... That's what you do when someone dies you know?" I felt my blood boil. "Ethan is not dead." Cry took a step back at my sudden outburst.

"Look, I understand." "You understand nothing! Nothing! Is Felix dead? No! Ethan's dead and there's nothing I could do! Nothing!" I was breathing way too heavily.

I concentrated on Ethan's face, trying to memorize it.

"I-" "No shut the fuck up Cry! Who are you to tell me what to do when you're too fucking scared to even show anyone your face! And all of that only because your mom didn't love-" "Enough!" I looked up, ready to tear into Cry, but stopped as I took in his appearance. He had his fists bawled up and was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession.

"I know you're angry. I get that. But that's no reason to take it out on me." He was clearly trying to stay calm but I could tell he was beyond pissed.