As the one moment past another came. Then came the weight, the weight on Jack to make him fall. Mark rolled off Jack trying to catch the breathe he didn't have. Any human would have died instantly, but Mark wasn't human. And he wasn't invincibly either. He would die if his wound wasn't cared for.

Mark pulled the knife out, the blood came out quicker. Jack just laid there unable to comprehend what he just did. Mark started coughing up blood.

"J-Ja" Mark could barely conjure up a sentence.

For Jack everything was starting to sink in. Mark kissing him, biting his shoulder, Jack running into the kitchen, grabbing the knife, stabbing Mark.

Jack got up and kneeled down next to Mark.

"Everything is gonna be ok," he said one hand on the wound, the other about to call 911.

"I-" Mark tried his best to talk,"I-I'm g-an-na d-die."

Jack dropped the phone. He grabbed Mark by the shoulders and shook.

"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THE MARK FISCHBACH!! YOU ARE GOING TO BE FINE." Jack screamed at Mark who was barely conscious. Jack grabbed the phone and dailed 911.

He repeated: Everything will be ok. To Mark every five seconds, though it was more directed to himself. Mark continued to cough up blood, breathing became more and more difficult, and he was trying his very best to stay awake. He slipped in and out consciousness every other second.

Mark's breathing stopped, his lungs just stopped working. Mark couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He couldn't hold on anymore.

Jack could see the color slowly drain from Mark's face. Out of desperation he cried out,"Emily?! I know your here. P-Please Mark's dieing."

With that there was a gust of wind behind Jack. Emily stepped up standing right next to Jack, looking down at an unconscious Markiplier.

"Boy, you did quite the number on him," she said kneeling down next to Jack.

"Can you help him," Jack said not even looking at her.

"No, I can not," Emily simply said.

"What?! Why not?"

"If I bend anymore time and space, The Council will have my head."

"I'd rather have yours then his," Jack snapped. An ambulance pulled up on the street. Then rushed into the house straight into the kitchen. Emily move out their way, slowly exiting the scene. The paramedics pulled Jack away from Mark, Jack didn't resist. In paramedic put two fingers onto Mark's neck. After a moment he looked up at his colleagues and shook his head.

They picked Mark up and put him on a gurney. They zipped a black bag over him, covering his entire body.

As they wheeled him out of the house, A man put his hand on his shoulder with a pitiful look.

"You need to come with us, sir," He said.

Down at the policy station a couple of cops asked for his story.

"I was in my kitchen about to make some food, I grabbed a knife and then I heard a noise. I turned and saw Mark.I haven't seen him in awhile so it was a bit of a surprise. He didn't know I had a knife. It happened so fast, Mark jump hugged me while I had the knife. Next. Thing you know I'm here," Jack explained to the cops, trying his best not to breakdown.

After a few more questions the police let Jack go, they ruled it an accident.

Jack went on the phone with everyone, family, friends. Mark's family was last, as they would be the hardest to tell. But he told them, they were already planning a funeral. It was going to be a rough few weeks.

The next chapter is the last chapter. Sorry guys