Hero (A Markiplier Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

        I woke up in an unfamiliar room in an enormous bed. I had soft covers over me and was in my night clothes. How was I here, and how did this happen? I sat up, my head spinning. I caught myself, hoping that this sensation would go away soon enough.

        Once I was fine, I pulled myself out of bed, walking over to the mirror that lay against the wall. I traced my fingers across every wound. I saw bandages on my cheek, collar bone, shoulder, lip, and forehead. An ace bandage rested around my ankle, and it stung slightly with each step I took.

        When did I go to the ER?

        The last thing I remember from last night was being in the stranger's car, and then I woke up here? Did he take me home with him? Did he take me somewhere else?

        I opened the door slowly, walking through the huge house. I ventured down the stairs, slipping on the bottom step. "Ouch!" I groaned, grasping my ankle with one hand, the rail with the other.

        I heard rushed footsteps, then the stranger appeared in front of me. "Are you alright?" He held his hand out for me to take, him helping me up to my feet. "Why didn't you call for me?"

        "Where am I?"

        "You're at my house? Remember?"

        I shook my head slightly. "No, the last thing I remember was being in your car."

        "Okay!" We walked over to the sofa, and he helped me sit, propping my foot up on a pillow that rested on the table. "Do you remember me at all?"

        I looked at his beautiful face, trying to see a resemblance in his eyes from behind the glasses, but I couldn't put a name to him. "I've seen you before."

        "But you don't know me! I'm not surprised," he sighed.

        "I didn't mean to offend you--"

        "No. You didn't. I'm Mark Fishbach!"

        "I'm Amy Sullivan."

        "I know!" he smiled, slightly blushing.

        I look to him with utter confusion. "You do?"

        "Yeah, you live a few houses down from me."

        "I do?"

        "Yeah... I don't blame you for not noticing me. I stay inside a lot."

        "But you know me?"

        "How can I not notice a beautiful girl, such as yourself. Besides, your mother has come over a few times, just checking on the neighborhood. She talks a lot about you."

        "I bet she does."

        "So... Do you mind telling me about what happened last night? How did you get a few of those, you know."

        I placed my hand up to my cheek, and tears rolled down my face.

        "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

        "No. It's okay. I was just hanging out with my friend Trent, and he cut me with a beer bottle."

        His expression turned to complete anger. "Well that doesn't sound like much of a friend to me."

        "He was drunk."

        "I don't see that as an excuse."

        I shook my head, trying not to break down in front of ummm. Mark? Yeah Mark. "Well, when I was walking home, those guys found me, and you pretty much know everything from there."

        "I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner..."

        I sat in silence for a moment, collecting my thoughts, and then this one question screamed in the back of my mind. "How did you find me?"

        "Well I was off pumping iron trucks like all macho men do when you came running into my arms, begging for me to kiss you like any hero should!"

        Giggles rapidly escaped my lips, my face turning bright red. "Seriously!"

        "I was coming back from the airport, and I saw you screaming and running. I parked my car and ran after you." He shifted his body a little closer to me, and I felt my body temperature rise. How did I not notice that such a hottie lived down the road.

        "Well, thank you... for saving my life."

        "You still got hurt on my watch, and I'm truly sorry. I was going to take you back to your place after we got out of the hospital, but you clung to me when I began to walk you to your house, begging for me not to leave you alone. Now that I know what your friend did, I can see why."

        "So you brought me here?"

        "I didn't have the heart to abandon you. I told you to get some sleepwear and meet me back outside, then I took you back to my place and carried you to my room."

        "You didn't take advantage of me, did you?" I joked.

        "No, I slept on the couch down here."

        "Oh."

        "Are you feeling alright now?"

        "You're really caring for someone who you've just met in person."

        "Well, maybe I'd like to get to know you a little better."

        "Okay. I'm a theatre graduate, and I love gaming! I live with my mother to help her out, and well, I'm sure my mother's told you more."

        "Yes." There was  small pause, and then he began to nervously speak again. "You know, I like games too. It's actually my job to play them."

        "Game tester?"

        "YouTube Gamer!"

        "Ah, sounds fun."

        "It is. I wouldn't want to do anything else with my life."

        "So, Mark? What's your channel name?"

        "Markiplier!"

        Markiplier... Oh I've heard of him before. My friend Kate talks about him a lot. "Oh that's you!"

        "So you do know me!"

        "Vaguely!" I smiled at him. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to know more!"

        He smiled at me. "Well since you like gaming, how about we play something?"

        I grinned, feeling like I was so lucky. "Horror games!" I exclamed, "Or something about zombies."

        "My kind of girl," he mumbled.         

        "What was that?"

        "Nothing!"         

        I shook my head happily, him helping me to my feet once again. This guy was so nice. It makes me wish we would have met sooner.

        He guided me into a room with a bunch of monitors and a nice computer. There were cameras and wires strune out across the floor. "Let's play some Amnesia."

        I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.