Jacksepticeye x Reader

Please

"Dwayn, Dwayn, please, let her go and I'll stay! Dwayn, please!" I spit as he approaches us with a deviant smirk.

"Now why would I do that (M/N)? Than everyone will know it's me that have you two." He says kneeling in front of me. I fell back and onto Amy's legs since that's as far as I can get away from him.

"Everyone already knows it's you. Everyone is looking for you. Even the police. Now let her go and we can work things out." I say raising my tone. He suddenly slaps me hard and I fall to the ground, unable to catch myself since I was tied up. I ground and tears fall since I hit my nose in the part. I could feel blood trickle from my face. My nose didn't hurt. It was numb. Broken?

"No!" Amy cries in fear for me. I roll weakly onto my sides, watching. I burn my wrists against the rope, trying to get out.

"Here's the plan. The last one to survive, wins and gets to stay with me." He says and than stands up before kicking me harshly in the gut repeatedly. I wheeze, unable to breathe as he repeatedly beats me.

Amy starts screaming loudly.

He continues to beat me. Merciless. Dwayn pulls out a knife and I stare up at him weak. He starts carving into my skin, starting on my arms. My vision because blurry and I no longer have the energy to yell. Amy is still sobbing and yelling but I can't hear her.

"Amy.." I say softly. Maybe too soft. Did I have the strength to even call for her or mouth it or am I just thinking I did. I see a bunch of light suddenly. People. People bursting through the door left and right. Are they taking Amy? No. She can't get hurt. My eyes abruptly close as Dwayn collapses on top of me.

Seáns POV~~

"Let me in there! Let me in there goddammit I'll kill that son of a bitch! I'll kill him!" Mark yells trying to shove past the police. Tears falling from his eyes. We're outside of an abandoned storage unit with cops and ambulances left and right. I stand there as close as they'll let me be. My body shaking. Please be okay.

Bang

A gunshot. Oh no. The rest of the police and EMTs follow in. Oh god.

"(Y/N)! Amy!" I call out, falling to my knees.

Not even a few minutes later a weak Amy is guided out. A police officer sat her down on the back of an ambulance close to us. I looked to see if (Y/N) was also being carried out. Nothing. Mark and I made suttle eye contact before running towards Amy. Neither of us wanted to bombard her with questions she wasn't ready for. I kept looking back over at the storage until door until I see some someone being rolled out of the unit on a stretcher, a body bag covering them.

No. No!

My heart shattered. Mark and I ran over to the cart. Tears start calling from my eyes. I look at the zipper of the bag and put my hand over it. Using all of my strength to unzip it partially.

Dwayn.

It was Dwayn who got shot. Relief hit Mark and I both seeing it wasn't (Y/N).

Where is she?

The cops that guarded outside weren't paying attention and I took my shot and ran inside the building stopping in my tracks when I see EMTs all crowding around (Y/N). Is she dead?

I run over to them and look at her. My baby got hurt because I couldn't keep up with her.

"We need to get her on a stretcher and to the hospital now! Can we find out what her blood type is?" The EMTs give out orders to each other left and right until they see me.

"Sir I need you to step out. We have to move quick she's lost a lot of blood." She orders and I nod going outside terrified.

"Mark! What's her blood type?" I call out hoping with everything he knows.

"AB-" He replies and I immediately swear to myself knowing that it's very rare. They pull her out on a stretcher and load her into the ambulance.

"I'll go with her, you go with Amy!" I yell to Mark getting on (Y/N)'s ambulance just as they turn on the sirens and shut us in.

I tell an EMT her blood type and they nod all doing things rapidly.

"This girl better be a fighter of she wants to live." One of them call out as we soon pull into the hospital. I watch them pull her out and go immediately to an operating room. Getting off ambulance I immediately sit on an outside bench pressing my elbows onto my knees and putting my head in my hands.

This shouldn't be happening. We're YouTubers. This is stuff you see on TV or here about on the news. How did this become a reality? I go inside and pace around the waiting room. Mark got to stay with Amy since she wasn't that bad just a few minor cuts and fractures. Any time a doctor comes out I hope it's for me. Hours go by. She's couldn't dead or they would've came out and said so by now.

Dwayns really lucky he's a dead man now.