The Human Race | Darkiplier X Reader

| SEVENTY |

Mark's POV

The first thing I do as I open my eyes is place my hand on the back of my sore head.
"What the-"
I cut myself off as it becomes clear of where I am.
"Y/n!" I yell out.
I push my body off the concrete floor and stand up.
"Y/n!" I yell again as I run towards the cell door.
My finger tips almost touch the bars when something pulls on my right leg.
Immediately I crash into the floor.
Sitting back up, I look back to see a chain around my right foot.

Fuck.

I pull on the chain as hard as I possibly can.
Obviously nothing happens, but I'm panicking too much to realize that it won't work.
"Come on!" I shout.
The chain goes off into an area that I can't see.
"Jesus."
I stand up and slowly walk back to where I woke up.
My head is spinning, but that's literally the last thing in my mind at the moment.
Back where I woke up is mega dark.
I have to squint before I can see where the chain connects.
It's connected to what looks like a pipe.
Smirking, I go over to it.
As I place my hands into the pipe, my entire hand begins to burn really badly!
I yelp and pull it away to see small blisters all over it.
I silently curse myself as an abrupt laughter comes from behind me.
"Oh Mark, you poor soul."
I quickly spin around to only see a faint outline of someone.
"Can't see me? Did someone take your glasses?"
I glare at whoever it is as the door opens.
"Well you won't need to see for now. We won't have that later though."
Suddenly a light turns on and I see the face of the voice.
"Game." I growl.
"In the flesh." He replies.
"What the hell do you want?" I ask.
"Only to make you and your little girlfriend suffer."
I raise an eye brow at him.
"Girlfriend?" I question.
"How did you ever make it to the first quarter? Y/n, you bumbling buffoon."
Game sighs and comes a bit closer.
"You're not gonna get away with any of this." I tell him.
"Whatever do you mean?" He tries to sound clueless.
"I know that you want to kill me. So why don't you just do it now and get it over with."
I close my eyes and expect him to come at me, but he doesn't.
I reopen them when his laughter fills my ears.
"What's so damn funny?"
Game shakes his head.
"I don't want to kill you Mark." He tells me. "You'll make a great Protector."
Now I laugh.
"Like I'd ever be a Protector under your rule."
My laugh is cut short when he starts to smirk like a physcopath.
"Maybe you will when I tell you something that may sway your opinion."
I give him a worried stare, but try my hardest to hide it.
"What? Nothing will convince me to help you in anyway, shape, or form."
Game shakes his head and makes his way out the door.
"Then I guess Y/n will have to thank you for her captivity for the rest of her life."
He shrugs and starts to close the door when when I yell,
"Wait!"
I can feel his smile before he even turns back around.
"Yes?" He asks.
"I'll...I'll do it."
His smile only grows larger.
"Perfect!" He claps his hands together. "Right after the ceremony tomorrow you will spend the rest of your life working up through the Protector ranks."
Game closes the door and starts to walk away.
"What will happen to Y/n?!" I shout in question.
He stops and doesn't look back at me.
"She'll become my new wife."
The next thing I know, he's gone.
What he said doesn't sink in until it's already too late.

Dark would never let that happen.
Did him and Anti even get the chance to follow us down here?

Now I'm worried.

Isn't Game also married already?
What happened to his wife?
I wouldn't be surprised if he killed her.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that I've never seen his wife.

Has anyone?

I try to think back to a time when there were parades throughout the second and first quarters.
Game would be at the head with two guards on either side of him.
His wife would be there, I think, but was inside a closed carriage.

But why?

All the lights go out and I'm left alone in the dark.
Sighing, I lay down on the hard and cold floor.
Closing my eyes, I try to go to sleep.

What ceremony is going on tomorrow?

Y/n's POV

My head hurts so bad.
I have no idea how long that I've been lying here.
My nose stopped bleeding eventually and I zoned out for a while.
With drooping eyes, I'm ready to go to sleep.
That is until I hear the metal door open again.
Suddenly I'm no longer tired.
My eyes are wide open.
Footsteps go from far away to really close.
Then someone is standing at my door.
I can't see them because of how dark it is.
"What do you want Moskoff?" I ask.
You can hear how tired I am in my voice.
"Hello deary." A woman's voice reaches my ears through a whisper.
"Who are you?" I question them.
"I'm a maid. I was requested by someone to bring you some water."
I hear my cell door open.
The woman grasps at the back of the chair and pulls me back up.
Once she does, I can see her face through the lanturn she's holding.
The woman has tanned skin with deep brown eyes and almost black hair.
"Drink up."
She puts the cup of water to my mouth and slowly pours it into my mouth.
I drink it with slight hesitation.
When she's done I can't help but question her.
"Why?" I ask her.
"If I told you then I would surely be killed at the ceremony tomorrow." She tells me with little fear in her eyes.
"

Ceremony? That sick fuck is calling an execution a ceremony?" I scoff to myself.
"I'm so sorry m'lady, but I must go."
I hear the metal door open.
"MELANIE! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS UP HERE!! OF YOU'RE TALKING TO ANY OF THE PRISONERS THEN IT'LL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEAD TOMORROW!!" A strong male voice yells.
Panicked, she shuts my cell door and grabs a broom, hiding the glass behind a crate.
"I was just sweeping! Coming right up!"
Melanie gives me a quick wave before running out of sight with her lanturn; leaving me in darkness once again.

That was weird.