The story of Dr. Mark and Mr. Dark

chapter 1. The List

It was a cold winters night, the chilling breeze flowed through the air, as the smog mixed with the atmosphere of a typical winters night in Los Angeles. The barest minimum amount of citizens were out on this one of coldest nights, typically the drunks and prostitutes of the deep night wandered the lonely, cold streets. Among the strange mix of regulars was the lovable character of Dr. Mark  Edward Fischbach, commonly gestured as Dr. Mark, son of well known Psychiatrist Sir Dr. Fischbach. Born into a well know, wealthy family and introduced to the wondrous world of science at a young age, Mark instantly took an interest in the sciences of the human mind, much like his father, young Mark loved testing the limits of the human mind, hoping to find where the demons may lie beneath the bone and flesh of man.

The young Dr hurried through the cold, dark dampened streets of the night, skimming the small, scattered crowed of drunken people exiting the pubs open all hours. "well hello Mr. Marky, what may i owe you the pleasure" a young  woman asked the Dr. "You know what i want Octavia" The man answered bluntly, seeming as if he was in a hurry. "That's Ms. Octavia to you my good sir, come on then." The young ginger-brunette girl opened the old wooden door into the old  brothel, her deep red blood dress flowing across the floor, guiding the Dr towards a set of stair before taking a step time and time again, eventuality reaching the top to reveal a musty lime green door. "Here we are Sir, non-disturbed just as you like it, i'll get out your way so you can get on with your...whatever it is you do up here" Octavia smiled before opening the door, leaving the Dr to be, once again, alone. "T-thank you, once again Octavia" the young man commented as the girl gently stepped down the steps, turning her head to face Dr. Fischbach, giving his a kind and friendly smile before walking back down the stairs.

Mark shut the door before locking it with the rusty golden key entwined with the lock, leaving it in the door before walking over to the dark brown wooden desk. placed with a small blood red notebook, a pot with a few essentials, pens and pencils. beneath the desk, attached to the table was a two draws. Dr. Fischbach pulled out the right draw, revealing a medium sized letter with neat calligraphy written upon it, entitled to Mr Warfstache. Mark pulled the large desk chair from the side of the desk and sat down, pulling his legs underneath the desk. Clearing his throat the young Dr placed a fresh piece of writing paper and pulled a pen from the pot before placing it on the paper, he began writing.

First, he started to list ingredients such as complicated powders and acids, then he began listing different types of equipment. He was writing down some sort of scientific experiment, an unknown experiment. The different types of chemicals and powders and methods he had written down did not match any experiment any Dr, scientist, psychiatrist, anyone had seen. What was Dr. Fischbach planning?

It had been an entire night's worth of Dr. Mark's 'experiment' planning. He had fallen asleep in the very position he had held all throughout the night. His back cracked as he sat up on the chair before hearing three faint knocks come from the other side of the old door. "Come in" The Dr commanded before the door was gently swung open, revealing the young and sweet girl, Octavia. She held a small tray holding a small pot of tea and one single cup with one small sugar glass and spoon to accompany the tray. "I brought you some tea" the girl smiled as she looked up from the tray to the tired man, before walking into the room, setting down the tray on a small round desk in the center of the room. "Ah, thank you Octavia, that was mighty kind of you" the young ,man said as he stood from his desk, straightening his clothes, walking over to the girl, giving her a small yet kind smile. The two young people held a short gaze before Octavia turned her head. "Well i must go, things to do, good morning Dr" she bowed her head before turning round to leave the room. The young Dr applied a small amount of sugar to his tea, stirring it before raising it to his mouth, taking a small sip, then setting it down again. He walked back over towards the desk, folding the list of powders, acids, equipment and methods for his 'experiment' and placing it in his pocket. Mark had taken one last sip of the drink before leaving the room, trotting down the old, creaky stairs and eventually leaving the building.