Assassination[On Hold] (Septiplier Fanfiction, BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1- Kill Her

13 year old Mark Fischbach woke up on the cold, hard, wet floor. His head was pounding and his leg was sore. He looked down at his leg to see it was badly bruised.

All he remembered was his mother was murdered by a very tall and beautiful woman, right before his eyes and tall, muscular men put a bag over his head and carried him somewhere. And somehow he ended up here in the mysterious room.

Mark looked around the room to see if there was an exit of some sort, but it was too dark to see anything. He got up off the ground, using the wall as support, to walk around and find a way out.

The room seemed to be very small, but with the pain in his leg, Mark felt like he was walking down a hallway.

As Mark continued to walk for a while, he stepped on something sharp and let out a loud yelp of pain.

He sat down and pulled the sharp object out of his foot slowly, letting blood drip out of it as he took it out further.

The sharp object happened to be a knife. Mark knew it would be a good item to keep, just in case he needed to use it for important reasons.

He got up and started limping towards a faded light he saw at the end of the room. He assumed it was the exit. The closer he got, the faster he limped, with more and more hope that he could find a way out.

Mark had finally reached the light and found that it was a door. Mark turned the handle and opened the door. On the other side was a dim hallway with plain white walls and a long faded red carpet going all the way to the end.

Mark stuffed the knife in his back pocket and began limping down the hallway. He passed by two other dimly lit hallways before the two same men that had kidnapped him and knocked him out, stopped him.

"What the hell are you doing out of that room 'ya little bastard!" The left one yelled, grabbing Mark by the collar. Mark stayed quiet and slowly reached in his back pocket.

"Answer me you little shit!" He yelled, shaking Mark roughly.

With one swift movement, Mark whipped out the knife and stabbed the man holding him multiple times.

The man loosened his grip on Mark's shirt and fell to the ground, as Mark got on top of him and continued to stab into his chest. This kind of revenge felt so good to Mark, that he didn't notice the other man grabbing a glass case and hitting him over the head with it.
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"Is sleeping brat done with his 100 year nap?" A deep voice growled.

Mark opened his eyes and looked around the room. Like before, his head was pounding. But what was different was, he woke up in a office with two other people in the room.

His hands were tied behind a chair and there was tape over his mouth. Mark began to struggle with the rope tied around his wrist but couldn't manage to untie them.

A woman in a tight black jumpsuit and beautiful brown flowing hair walked up to Mark's chair and leaned down to look at him.

She ripped off the tape swiftly and smiled at him.

"Hello there Fischbach," She purred, playing with a strand of his hair.

"Cut the shit, why did you kill my mother, bitch?" Mark spat. The woman seemed taken back by Mark's choice of words, but quickly recovered and retorted.

"Don't be a brat. I was given a mission, and I completed it. The mission was to kill your mom." She hissed. The woman crumpled up the tape and threw it behind her back, hitting Mark in the face.