Title: Emotionless

Author:Empty With You (New name, formerly known as Fucted Up Kid)

A/N: Tell me the truth, who is surprised I actually updated?

You must all hate me, it's been years, and I suck at sticking to a story and finishing it. But a long time ago I told myself I would finish this story, and I still plan to. The funny thing is that just the other day I realized the ending, took me years, but it finally came to me.

For everyone still interested in the ending… I hope you like it! Thank you to every single person who kept reviewing and prompting me to finish, without you guys I would have never finished this story. Thanks for sticking by it so long!

Chapter 18

Spinner was watching the entire situation from his hidden position a few yards away. He was shocked to hear the hatred spill from the three boy's lips. How could they feel such disgust toward someone just because of their sexual orientation?

It was a slap in the face.

He'd just had the same feelings only moments ago, but to see them displayed in front of him made him feel sick to his stomach. Spinner never wanted to sound like them. Marco may be gay, but it didn't change that he was a pretty decent guy. Not to mention Dylan could definitely beat the shit out of him if he wasn't nice to his boyfriend.

As soon as Spinner saw the knife, however, he acted quickly. He dialed 911 as fast as his fingers would let him.

"Hello? You need to send someone here right away!"

The knife glimmered in the sun as it was waved in front of Marco's face. He opened his sore eyes open slightly and felt defeated. He felt alone in this black world, but for the first time he knew he wanted to live. Marco wanted to live for his new friends, his new school, and especially for Dylan. These things brought hope to Marco's dark world, a light at the end of the tunnel.

The scars on his arms burned as a reminder of what he'd done to himself, how he had used pain to feel alive. How he had prayed for eternal darkness to finally end his pain. Things suddenly changed in his mind as he watched someone else hold the knife.

He wanted to live; he wanted to find out what Degrassi had in store for him. Marco was tired of hiding the truth about himself, tired of walking around scared of being who he really was. It may not be easy to be a homosexual, but with Dylan's help he felt hope.

However, there was a knife waving in front of his face, pulling out this hope from under him. All gone; it would be all gone.

Dylan's eyes widened, and his breath stopped.

Automatically everyone took a step back, no drastic moves.

It may be seven against three, but they were the ones with the knife to Marco's throat. Any wrong moves might end in disaster, and no one was willing to chance it.

With his hands up in a nonthreatening gesture, Dylan spoke, "What do you want?"

"We want this faggot to pay for being a disgusting piece of filth!" Steve snarled angrily, his grip tightening on Marco's hair.

"There are seven witnesses here. What do you think is going to happen?" Dylan asked, keeping his eyes trained to the weapon threatening the person he cared so much about.

"I don't think you understand. We really don't care about the consequences," Derek spoke up at that moment, laughing.

Steve smirked, pressing the sharp knife on to the side of Marco's neck. It pushed against his skin, turning it white from the pressure before it made a slight cut. A trickle of blood escaped the small teen, and flowed down is neck.

Dylan saw red.

His body tensed in anger, ready to beat the life out of these animals causing his Marco pain. But he couldn't move, couldn't do anything. What would they do if he did? He couldn't chance it. He couldn't risk Marco's life like that.

"Please stop!" Paige cried, tearing falling down her face.

Derek just laughed. He found it ridiculous that these people actually cared whether the freak of nature lived or died. He pitied them for being so stupid, for actually believing there is something good inside the filth.

At that moment Jay, Sean and Alex yelled from the side, "Get away from him!" They came over running.

Steve, distracted, loosened his grip and looked over at the disturbance. Dylan used the distraction slam his right elbow up into Steve's nose. Because of the sudden pain he dropped the knife and let go of Marco's hair. He grabbed his bleeding nose, shutting his eyes tight.

"Shit! My nose!" he yelled.

Dylan dove for Marco and pulled him into his arms. He inspected the smaller boy's bruises, and then he brushed away dark hair from Marco's forehead. The younger teen slowly opened his eyes, and through his blurry vision he could see the outline of Dylan's face. He smiled slightly, feeling safe and protected. Marco hurt all over, but the pain dulled as he felt the darkness fade. But it wasn't enough for him to stay conscious.

Craig and Jimmy ran from where they had been standing and went over to help Alex, Sean and Jay over power the three teenagers.

In only moments they had all three on the floor, pushing the faces into the dirt.

"You pieces of shit!" Sean cried out as he shoved Derek's face harder into the ground.

Spinner ran out at that moment. "Guys I called the cops a few minutes ago, they should be here soon."

He saw his distraught girlfriend and ran over to her. "I'm so sorry pumpkin. I was a fool to judge Marco and your brother. I promise I'll be better."

Paige smiled up at Spinner through her tears and just threw her arms around him. She could hear sirens in the distance and could breathe a sigh of relief. Marco was safe.

Help was here. Marco was safe.

TBC

A/N: I thank everyone for reading. I'm uploading this now. And the next chapter I am writing today. It will be the last chapter. It's about time right? I hope you all enjoyed reading!