The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| SEVENTY-FOUR |

Sorry that the paragraphs are a bit different for this chapter. I got a laptop and it doesn't let me space the way I use to, so I think the format may stay this way. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

~Galaxy

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Y/n's POV

My whole body is covered in goosebumps.
Seeing people that I love in danger; it hurts so much knowing that I'm in a position where I can't do anything.
I try to pull my wrists out from user the metal restraints, but it only creates cuts on my wrist.
The smirk on Moskoff's face as Mark and I struggle just pisses me off.I stop my attempts and face Mark.His Protector helmet lies on the ground and tears pour from his eyes.He has a Protector hanging into his left arm and another holding his right.A third one stands in front of him, pushing his shoulders back.The distress on his face almost causes me to break down right then and there.Suddenly I begin to regret every choice I've made in life.I regret never listening to my Mom about The Sky.I regret running there when I should have just obeyed my mother's wishes.I regret dragging Mark and See into this.

Seán.

A single tear falls down my cheek.
I didn't know Seán all too long before his death, but I considered him family.
Just like Mark he was always someone I could count on.

"Why are you doing this?!" Mark cries out.
This rips me out of my thoughts so my focus is back on the problem at hand.
"Why am I doing this?" Moskoff looks offended by the question. "You did this to yourself! You're lucky that you're not up here standing with them." Moskoff laughs.

I feel helpless as this whole thing unfolds. All I can do is stare at my mom, hoping that she'll at least look up for a moment. She looks dead already. I hold back my tears to the best of my ability. Her skin looks pale and it seems as if she has been sitting in that exact spot for days. I take in a deep breath and force myself to look away from her.

"Mark and Y/n are allowed to stay here with us only because of their value to us." He tells the displeased crowd. "Mark has the potential to be a great and powerful Protector while Y/n will serve the rest of her days as my lovely wife." He smiles at me while I spit towards the stage. "You disgust me." I say. "How can you stand up there and lie to your people like that? What about the wife you already have, huh?" I think I've put him in checkmate until I see that smile turn to a devilish smirk, and then a frown. "My wife sadly passed away a few months ago and I know you'll make a perfect wife with all the experience you have." My eyes widen. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?!"

My face feels hot with anger. I quickly calm down when I remind myself whats at steak here. I shift my gaze to Bob and Wade. I don't know them really. They're friends of Mark and have been working on those computer things with him. It hurts me when I think of their wives watching this all happen silently from the crowd.

"Please don't do this!" Mark cries. Tears continuously falls down his cheeks. "SILENCE!!" Moskoff shouts. "Another word and-" The sound of a scream comes from behind me. I try to turn my head to see what's going on, but the damn chair is in my way. "Who the hell what that?" Moskoff is obviously irritated. No one speaks up. "Whatever. Just fucking get rid of one of them already."

No one has time to react before the chair is kicked out from under Bob's feet. My eyes widen and the crowd gasps. Another scream comes from the crowd, but no one questions it this time.