𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

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When Mark arrived home, he wasn't expecting what was on the other side of the front door. Shattered glass, torn couches, pillow feathers littering the ground. The whole living room in ruins. It took a moment for him to look around at the damage caused in his home before a thought struck him. His first instinct kicked in as he dropped his bags and coat to run up the stairs.

"ASHLYNN!" He shouted loudly, opening her bed room door. The bed was left in a heap with her closet door swung open and small articles of clothing laying on the floor.

Looking in the bathroom, her essential things were gone as well. Small drops of water were dripping from the sink that seemed to draw his attention even more. What was going on?

Mark ran his hand through his hair before running out of the room and checking the other ones in the house. Each guess room was just like her own, empty and untouched. Even his own room had no trace of any humanity in it. Everything still in its direct location, just as he left in. His desperation for his wife was growing higher and higher. Ashlynn wasn't home and he was not happy about it.

Mark was filled with rage as he stomped to his office and threw the door opened, a hole was implanted into the wall from the knob. He threw himself into his chair and sharply turned on the computer in front of him. His fingers tapped quickly against the keyboard and his hand gripped the mouse tightly. A grid of different areas around the house appeared on his computer and he rewinded the time to see what happened while he was gone.

In the living room, a sudden crash broke through the living room. Shards of glass flew everyone, tearing through everything in it's path.

That's gonna be a pain to fix.

In another camera, Ashlynn was saw running up the stairs and down the hallway into her room. His eyes started to burn from how long he was staring at a screen and they began to strain with the amount of times they've switched perspective.

Stupid, fucking eyes.

A few minutes later was Ashlynn once more with bags floating behind her as she ran back down the stairs and toward the backyard. His head turned sharply to the backyard camera to see Harley and Brutus running into the house with different toys levitating into a bag behind them. The last thing he saw before all movement was gone was Ashlynn and the dogs running into the garage and leaving a puff of dust behind them.

What the actual fuck?

In one clear swipe, everything on his desk was throw off. A loud crash sounded and multiple things to seem to be in a horrible condition, but Mark's attention was else where. He wanted to see the video again, but he was unsucessful due to the fact that the computer barely had a screen held together.

What the hell did you do Ashlynn?

Mark stood in place to comphrend what to do next. He had to digest the fact that his wife was gone once again, leaving no trace of her. Multiple thoughts entered his mind as he thought of where she could have gone. The options were limitless. But, Mark had to find her and bring her back. He would see to it by the end of the day.

You're coming back here Ashlynn. Whether I have to force you or you'll come by willingly, you're not leaving me again.

In a hurry, the Du Pont man left his office and grabbed his coat off of a chair he left it on. He threw it on and apparated away to the first destination he figured Ashlynn would be. His feet hit the cobblestone steps harshly and brought a stinging sensation up his feet towards his ankles. The feeling was left forgotten as he stomped his way up the steps of the house and pounded his fist against the door.

Open this fucking door Amelia. I know you're doing nothing with your pathetic life.

Amelia, Nora, and Harry were in the living room playing monopoly, Harry losing badly to Nora and Nora bragging it into his face when they heard a three harsh knocks on the front door.