Alternate Universe // Alt! Mark AU (Discontinued)

Chapter 1 - Encounter

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Mark had been trapped in his room for days. His door was creaking. It would give in soon, and he couldn't prevent it. He was sitting on his bed and flinched when the alternate that was outside of his room suddenly seemed to become impatient and aggressive, and a few splinters from the door were sent flying across the room.
Suddenly, the door was bending at an arc that would surely snap the wood. And it did as threatened. The door burst in half a few seconds later. Mark sprang out of bed and paused in a fighting stance. The alternate glared at him. It did somewhat resemble his best friend Cesar, who the alternates had killed before the incident of Mark getting trapped in his room. It had the same body structure, he could give it that. Everything was almost perfect, except the grinning face. The whites, or supposed whites of its eyes were black, the pupils glowing white. Mark held eye contact with the alternate for a few seconds before sprinting to his socks cabinet, where his gun was hidden.

The alternate followed him rapidly, making scratch marks on the floor as it ran. Mark reached his cabinet and yanked his drawer open, fumbling around inside desperately to locate his gun. At last, he located the gun. He didn't want to deal with the alternate, he couldn't. He quickly put the gun to his head, squeezed his eyes shut, and braced for the impact and the sudden death.
But that didn't come. What came instead was the feeling of being tackled and thrown to the ground, knocking the gun out of his hand. The alternate was holding Mark in a hug-like position, and they were rolling around on the floor. The alternate, instead of giving Mark the angry or aggressive vibes that it usually had, now gave Mark a deep sense of desperation.

"Argh! Fucking bastard!"
Mark yelled while the alternate refused to let go of him. In a moment of frustration, the alternate suddenly bit Mark on his right arm, hard. Mark cried out in pain and stopped struggling. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the alternate watching him fade from his consciousness.

When Mark woke up from his sleeping state, he was on his bed, covered by his blankets. His sweater had been removed and all he had on was a white sleeveless shirt. He saw his friend, Cesar, sitting at the foot of his bed, muttering to himself. Except, that couldn't be Cesar... Mark jumped out of his bed, scanning the room, searching for his gun. When he couldn't find it, all he did was look back at the alternative. It looked exactly like Cesar now, except for a small black patch underneath his hair.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT FROM ME?!"
Mark hollered at the alternate. What was it doing? Why hadn't it killed him yet? It winced.
"Mark, could you keep the volume down, please? It's just me, Cesar."
The alternate said softly. Mark was infuriated. Why was it still keeping up the act?
"JUST STOP WITH THE FUCKING ACT ALREADY!"
Mark screamed, voice cracking.
"Cesar's– Cesar's DEAD!"

'Cesar' shifted uncomfortably. It paused, then stood up from the bed. He had to be at least six inches taller than the real Cesar, he was towering over Mark. Mark stepped back. If this thing attacked, then he would have nothing to defend himself with.
"I'll leave you to yourself to think things through."
'Cesar' said, leaving the room. Mark was confused. He should have been dead by now, if not by killing himself, then by the thing that was in his room. Why was it so peaceful? Why had it spared him? What was it waiting for?

Mark heard clattering downstairs. What was it doing? Mark froze. Today, Sarah was supposed to come home. Mark began to push himself off the bed in a hurry when he felt a throbbing pain in his arm. Remembering that he had been bit, Mark glanced over at his wound. It was all bandaged up. Could it have been Cesar?

Before he could think anymore, however, he heard an even louder noise downstairs, this one unmistakably a gunshot. Mark raced out of his room and flung himself down the stairs. There was Sarah, pointing her gun at Cesar, who had his hands up in the air. There was a bullet hole in the butter-colored wall behind Cesar. She had missed. Sarah's grocery bags were on the floor, the contents scattered throughout the kitchen floor. Sarah suddenly noticed Mark.