The story of Dr. Mark and Mr. Dark

The experiment

It was the morning after the party, and Dr. Fischbach had one idea in mind; to start the experiment. Yet for the reader, the 'experiment' remained a mystery. The Dr. awoke from his bed the following morning, grabbing his glasses from the nightstand beside his bed, making his vision more clear. The pungent smell of breakfast filled the air as it lead the Dr. from his bed. Putting on one of his regular suits, the Dr. walked from his bedroom, down the stairs to the dining room where his breakfast awaited. Bacon, eggs and a pot of tea to give the man energy to focus on the task at hand. "the morning paper m'lord" the maid announced, walking in with the morning news paper in her hand, placing it beside the tea. "Thank you" he simply said. The Dr. didn't care for the paper, he pulled out an envelope from his pocket in his jacket and unfolded it on the table. Blocking out everything around him, The Dr. began writing something down on the paper.

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The time was past 12 am, the Dr. has eaten his breakfast and written whatever it was he needed to write, Mark, who was in his office, was fiddling with notes and papers, attempting to find the 'List' . After a few minutes of searching the Dr. finally pulled it from under a stack of papers. turning to the table in the back of the room, toppled with equipment  for experiments. "FRANCES" the Dr. shouted, hoping to gain the maids attention. Soon after the maid has calmly walked into the Dr's office. "Yes m'lord?" Frances asked her lord. "Get Stevens to fetch my list of requirements from the post office" the man demeaned as he focused on his work. "yes m'lord. right away." "oh and Frances-" the man began "yes sir?" "- make sure no one disturbs me when Stevens bring me my 'requirements'" the maid took in what he said, getting a sense of tension from the man. "Yes sir, of course" the maid nodded before exiting her masters office. Stevens, the Dr's butler, knocked on the office door, gaining the Dr's attention. "come in" the Dr demanded. "i have your prescription sir" Stevens announced. "leave it on the desk, make sure no one disturbers me" the Dr said bluntly. "Yes sir" Stevens replied obediently before exiting the room.

The Dr.  finally had what he needed. As he grabbed each small container from the brown paper bag, placing it beside the vile's and other equipment. Different powders and other chemicals that made no sense. To what these ingredients belonged to which experiment was still unknown to the reader. Correcting the places of different glasses and tubes the position of each object was indeed 'perfect' for the Dr. "Perfect" The man huffed, wiping his bare hands together, removing the different assortments of powders mixed altogether on his hands. Moments had passed, Dr. Mark grabbed a small, worn matchbox from the side, slipping it open and lighting a match on the side, creating a small flame. Walking back to the counter with everything set up on, the Dr. carefully applied the small flame to the tip of the Bunsen burner, before an even larger flame appearing from the top of the Bunsen. The Dr. smiled darkly before gracefully grabbing a small circular glass filled with a small amount of a strange, peculiar green liquid. Applying a long, windy, orange rubber pipe to the top of the glass, connecting to a small vile. An assortment of burners were placed beneath the tube and glasses, making the chemicals bubble and creating a quiet bubble from the reactions. Everything was going to plan according to the look of from the Dr's face. A look of delight and accomplishment rose from his face. A large smile from his small mouth spread across his face as his eyes fixated on the reactions of the different assortment of chemical reactions, a beautiful sight indeed. Hours from the bubbling and mixing of different ingredients the Dr. removed the small vile from the tube, swishing the contents around, mixing them even more before hesitantly raising tr small, thin vile from the table to his mouth, swallowing the strange pink liquid.

Hours had passed, possibly days since the Dr had started his experiment. It was now  a new day, birds singing, the sun shining as the world awoke from their slumber, or not for some. Mark had been working all night on God knows what. The awful smell of different concoctions, the weird colors from the mix of different chemicals and the weird reactions created from the mix of powders and chemicals. Had the Dr. created what he wanted? What was it that he wanted to achieve?

Three simple knocks disturbed the abyss of silence. The knocks radiated through the silent room "Sir?" a quiet and timid voice rose from the silence. "Sir? are you in there?" a second time the sweet voice came from beyond the door. Meanwhile the Dr was fast asleep in his large deckchair, seeming rather comfy from the padded cushions. His head tilted to the left side whilst his arms dangling from the armrests. His mouth half open, sending loud snores from his mouth to the world. His hair and uncut beard tattered and unclean. His 'Office' left unclean for last night's experiment. Papers everywhere, on the follow, on the desk, piled on the sides of bookshelves and window sides, all tattered and out of place. Dust piling up on the old books that hadn't been read in months, possibly years. the equipment still in the same place as before, the stomach quenching smell of strong chemicals. a smoky, dusty smell hanging in the air. No place for a person with Obsessive CompuServe disorder.

"Dr. Fischbach, for the last time, are you in there?" the quite voice was no more, as the sweet voice demanded in a sassy tone. This time eventually awaking the Dr. from his slumber. A loud but short groan escaped the man's half hung mouth, raising himself from the chair. stumbling from side to side as if intoxicated. His vision blurry as fog, his throat dry like the Sahara dessert. His whole entire body aching from limb to limb, making it hard for the man to move. "Aah yes, yes. i'm coming, i'm coming" the Dr said drunkenly before opening the door in a sharp but slow motion, revealing who this sweet was. Octavia was standing impatiently in front of the Dr. looking up and down his body from head to toe, saying nothing only "You've been drinking" she implied. Making the Dr's eyebrows raise "What?! no i haven been drinking, iv'e just been......I've had an illness for a few days now. That's all Octavia" Lying to the sweet girl, covering up for some strange reason. Possibly because he didn't want the girl to ask too many questions about his little secret 'experiment'. It had take a few moments for what he Dr. said to settle in. "Ok" the girl smiled sweetly after simply replying. Always so easy to deceive. "Can i come in?" Octavia asked sassy, like the sassy girl she was. "uh, i wouldn't, i-its a mess in here, no place for a lady" the Dr. hesitated. "yeah ok, you've probably got some sort of experiment that you doing want me knowing about, again" she said giggling. The Dr. giggle, attempting not to seem suspicious. "Are you sure you're ok? you'r looking quite pale." she asked concerned. Clearing his throat, the Dr. replied. "I'm fine, like i said, it's just a small, simple illness. No need to worry, i should be myself soon." He said, assuring the girl. "Ok, good. Well then i should be going, you need to get some rest if you want to become well again, it was nice seeing you again sir." she smiled brightly, making the Dr smile as his head was still peaking out from the door. "It was too nice seeing you too m'lady" Mark replied. The girl bowed politely before turning around in her salmon pink dress, walking gently down the halls of the Dr's home. The Dr. followed the thin figure as she walked from his sight, before pulling his head from the door and shutting the door, locking it from the small lock from the top of the door. Having no energy at all, the Dr. decided to walk back to his chair and sit back in it. Sinking into the center of the chair, making the man melt and mold into the small, brown leather chair. Thinking about what he did last night, no record of memory came to mind. 'What did i do last evening?' he asked himself, trying his hardest t remember. but no recollection came to min, making the man frustrated. Eventually the Dr. Had grown restless before slipping into a slumber.