Matthias P.O.V.

You run downstairs, your breath trying to follow you. Felix seems to run much faster and has found the end to this enormous hallway with stairs. You try to speed up your tempo but notice that you have no such condition. Though you speed up, your feet are yelling at you to stop. You, oblivious to their calls, rush even harder towards the outside of the building as your feet give up.

You almost fall to the ground and hold on to the first thing you can grab. You wait for your body to awaken from its slumber as it so brutally refused your mind. You hold even tighter to the wall you have been resting against. Yet if someone would try to make you believe you have been holding onto something else you would agree. Your mind is only focused on getting out and finding Mark.

Everything else doesn't matter.

The doors of the building fly open as the Swede rushed through them. You try to walk again followed by loud protesting of your body. You don't care about your body at the moment; you only care about your best friend. Therefore you take a deep breath and run outside.

The cold wind hits you hard
and you almost stumble because of its strength. You remind yourself of your goal and sprint to wherever Felix is going only following his blond hair. That was the moment you saw him: Mark, curled up like a ball, blood covering his entire mouth and painting the street around his body bright red.

Mark extends his hand and the fingers just barely show up above the parked cars around him. He waves slowly, obviously thinking you haven't spotted him yet. His arms fall to the ground, taking his hand with him as even his body has given up on its owner.

You never thought Mark could not be energetic, or happy. You have almost never seen him angry or furious because he tries to make sense out of EVERYTHING. He always smiles or laughs and never yells in rage. He is always calm and yet so goofy and full of life, though it seems that it has been ripped out if his chest as he lies there so dead.

You take a step back as the terror of existence kicks you in your stomach. The weight of life comes crashing down on you and all the things you have tried to deny shoot themselves at you, trying to bring you down.

Felix doesn't seem to care about his dying friend and thereby rushes towards the ex-engineer. You are so frozen that you don't try to stop him. The world stops for a second, turning every movement you make in slow motion. You see how Felix stands over the American, his emotions once again completely different than earlier.

From one second to another you notice him running away from Mark and taking his car, speeding away from the crime-scene. You have no idea what just happened as you where too busy making sure to not die yourself. You only notice how Mark so peacefully looks up at the sky.

As if he finally found peace, his breath slowly fades away and his head falls to the left side, his body turns limp, his skin becomes as white as the upcoming moon he is staring at. You run over towards him, yelling his name over and over again just hoping for a respond.

Even if he would get mad at you for awakening him from this peaceful slumber, you would want nothing more than him to react. You run over the street not caring about anyone passing by. Cars honk as you pass the street, angry because you (not very carefully) crossed the road. You don't care, but they do.

'Mark!' you yell as you slide towards him. Your jeans rip, yet you couldn't care less. You stare at your friend, searching for any obvious bruises or broken bones. Your quest turns out fruitless and you have to guess what his injuries could be. Defeated at this moment, you call the professionals who pick up immediately.

'Yes hello, 911, what is your emergency?' a lady asks. You feel how tears stream down your face, but you cannot let them take your voice. You have to tell the lady what is going on, but you cannot talk to her for long. Mark needs your help, maybe not physically but mentally he needs you to be there.

'My friend, h-he is covered in blood but I-I don't see any bruises. His whole mouth is covered in blood and the whole street too. I-I need help as soon as possible,' you cry and as the lady tries to calm you down and give you some advise she asks you where you are. You tell her the exact spot you are right now, and that Mark almost never gets sick. Not long after she advises you something horrible.

'Don't let him shut his eyes, he needs to stay consciousness or he could maybe die sir. Do you understand what I'm saying? The ambulance will be here soon and they w-' you cut off her sentence as you suddenly feel an empty void inside. You stare at your friend, his eyes closed. If you will be unable to wake him up he will leave you for good.

'Die?' you whisper and the woman on the other side of the phone needs to take a moment to calm herself down as even she feels your emotions rushing through your veins. You start to cry without any noise not wanting to bother the world with your existence. She does anything in her power to keep you on the line but you end the call after she informed you that your friend is possibly going to die. And the (maybe) last moment with him you do not want to share with the phone.

You take the cold and lifeless hand of your normally never still friend. You caress his hand and cry freely as you start to talk to him, knowing he will not be able to react. You lay your head on his six-pack as your voice cuts through the silence the emotions have built up between you.'

'You can open your eyes now Mark, it's okay, I'm here. If you can hear me please pinch my hand. Just open your eyes, its okay I'm right next to you. You can wake up now. Mark, please just open your eyes. OPEN YOUR EYES!' You yell at your best friend, crashing your hands against his chest. He is going to feel that in the morning, if he will ever feel anything ever again.

You cry louder and louder as the sound of cars fill the street. You shake your friend's body, knowing he won't react yet still hoping he will. You take his hand, squeezing any movement out of it. Your Markimoo stays silence and doesn't even move an inch. As you give up, you take his upper side of his body close to you, spreading your legs so he lays a bit comfortable than the cold street. Although he is unable to feel you, you are able to feel him.

You notice that his skin is cold as ice, the frozen material covers his stone-hard veins in order to keep him alive, yet death is spreading quickly. Satan looks down at you, ordering the Grim Reaper to finish the job. Just as the Grim Reaper raises his scythe, the ambulance brutally interrupts him and the scared persona of death hides in the shadows once more, awaiting his change to kill our gamer.

Now that the gigantic car stops in front of you, people notice the horror going on. Cars start to drive slower so they can see the terror you're in right now, some feeling bad for you and some enjoying the pain you suffer. You take hold of Mark even tighter, not wanting to let him go, afraid that when you do he will never come back.

'Mark, don't die. I need you,' you cry as one strong person lifts you up from the cold body of your friend. You cry and resist the strong hands that lead you away from your Mark, but you are too weakened by crying to run away or even stand a change towards the strong man.

'Sir, I need you to calm down. Your friend will be taken to the hospital. Please remain calm,' he says but you decide to do the contrary. You move your body quick and wild, trying everything to get back to Mark. But once you see how gentle he is raised on the stretcher, you decide that they are of more help than you could ever be.

You calm down, and the man rewards you by letting you go. You look up at the person and wipe your tears away. You want to ask if you could at least follow them towards the hospital, but the guy that held you earlier shows you the way towards the car, asking you to sit down next to the driver. You take some steps towards the enormous door, staring at your little Mark.

You take your place next to the drive, which looks at you with emotional eyes. He waits for a sudden sign to drive and speeds off towards the distance. As he runs the lights, he looks up at you for a second, not carrying about the people in the back of the car.

'Life can suck, just try to make the best of it,' he says as you notice that more tears blind your eyes. You look up at the driver who so suddenly spoke towards you. You never thought like that, make the best out of it. There is nothing good you can make out of this you think but take his advice to the heart.

'I will.'

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Long chapter I know. Thanks for reading, I love you and Stay BOSS!!!