I hear the doorbell ring. Which means the cops have arrived. Which also means it'll all be over soon. I keep reminding myself that. It'll all be over very soon. (Y/n) will be safe. There's yelling coming from upstairs. 'Barbara' must be putting up a fight with the cops. The talking grows lauded as they approach the basement.

"I'm sorry mam but we got a distress call saying they were here."

"That's ridiculous! I just moved here last week and haven't met anyone!"

"Then you should have no problem with us checking the basement."

"No problem at all. Do you want coffee or tea at all first. Being a cop must be such hard work."

"Thanks but no thanks. I have work to do." He jiggles the handle. "Do you have a key to unlock this?"

"Sorry, can't say I do. Never have. Only can lock it from the insi-"

I bolt to the door and unlock it. "Thank god you're here! Help us out of here please!"

Then I hear a gun shot. The police man, whose name tag read officer Wallace, falls over. I shoot a look over to (y/n). She holds the gun up in defense signalling that she didn't do it. I turn back and 'Barbara' is holding up another gun.

"What the fuck did you do?!" I yell. She looks panicked. Once she looks at me, however, she seems to not care anymore.

You know why I did it." She blankly states.

"Then I guess you'll understand why I'm gonna do it too." I turn and (y/n) has the gun pointing to the crazy woman I have to call my ex.

"Oh please, like you know how to use that thing." She says.

"Try me." (Y/n) cocks the gun back. "My dad taught me when I was younger."

"Have you actually used it on a person though?" She takes a step forward. I put my arm in front of (y/n) defensively.

"No. But there's a first time for everything."

"You wont shoot me. However we both know I'll shoot you." Her finger looks as if its closing in on the trigger. I can feel myself getting more tense by the second. I can only imagine how tense (y/n) is.

We are running out of time. And fast. At any given moment she could pull the trigger and harm (y/n). I know (y/n) wont shoot. She can't live with that guilt for her whole life. She already saw a man die. She has to live with that for the rest of her life now.

"Listen. I don't know what's going on. I think, I think maybe you're sick. We just, we need to get you help." I take a small step forward with my hands out in front of me. I don't know why I did that with my hands. I guess it's that weird motion people do when they're trying to create peace.

"I-I guess you're right. Maybe I do need help." She lowers the gun.

"That's good. That's the first thing to getting better. Is admitting your mistake. We can all get through this." I take a couple more steps forward.

She starts to laugh. Which scares me more than laughing should. "You think I'm sick? That I need help? To be put in some insane asylum? Well guess what? I'm completely sane! All of this I'm doing on my own! I may seem crazy to you but I feel fine!" She holds the gun up again and I stumble back. (Y/n) still has her gun held up too.

"Guess what bitch. Those are blanks. She aims her gun at (y/n). (Y/n) drops her gun. We know we're defeated at this point. "So naive. All I did was say they were blanks. You didn't even bother to check."

Her face is in shock now. She realizes the big mistake she made. She looks down at the gun. I know what shes thinking. I'm just hoping she wont do it.

She ducks down to grab the gun. "(Y/n) no!" Then I see 'Barbara' pulling the trigger. I run in front of (y/n). I wrap my arms around her. Hoping, praying, that I'll take the bullet instead of her. I feel a pierce in my back. The last thing I hear is her cries.

*Your Pov*
"Mark!" His face is confused. He drops to the floor.

"Oh my god what did I do?!"

"Help me get him in the car!" I yell. I fucking hate 'Barbara'.

A/n
Just quick note. I love love love Mark's hair! "One step closer to punkiplier!" -Quote from my friend Genesis ^.^