The story of Dr. Mark and Mr. Dark

Disturbed

"Dr. Fischbach, are you alright sir, Sir?" a funnelled voice brought the Dr. back to reality with her voice with such ease. Slightly jolting his head as he realised where he was. "Are you OK sir?" the young woman Octavia asked one again, after many times. The Dr, raising his eyebrows at the question released his long asked question, finally, "Uh, yes I'm quite fine to thank you, just in some sort of daze, thank you for your concern, Miss. Octavia." The girl blushed a smile as bowing down, as ladies did in that century, respecting the Dr's answer. As for the Dr, had been quite disturbed by that ever so real dream, or was it a premonition. Only God knows what that tormenting set of events meant. Mark, who was in the Dining room of the Emmersen estate, or as to the readers, the family estate of Octavia Emmersen. Octavia and Mark had been sitting at the large dining room table, waiting for Mr. Emmersen to arrive. Together, Dr. Fischbach and Mr. Emmersen were going to uphold a meeting, about the Murder of the local coalman, Paul Fischer. Finally, at last, Mr. Emmersen arrived after his meeting beforehand, he was a very busy man indeed. "Ah, Mr. Fischbach, so sorry to keep you waiting, my apologies." The kind sir appointed. "No need to apologise, my good man, I was not to be on my lonesome." Dr. Fischback said, looking to Octavia who was standing across the table opposite Mark, smiling. "I'm very well sure she kept you company." The old man grumbled before looking to his daughter, "Octavia my dear, you may now take your leave" Emmersen announced to his daughter, Octavia. "Yes, sir." answering her father with a smile and a bow towards both men before exiting the room leaving it to the two men.

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The two men discussed and agreed that Dr. Fischbach would examine the body of Paul. Fischer, to find any traces of the murderer or clues that would help find them. Being the chief of police, Mr. Emmersen gave Mr. Fischbach all the evidence and whatever he needed to find the killer. "If that is all Mr. Fischbach, I must say, it's good to have you on board." the fairly large man smiled, holding out his hand, "yes it is, indeed," Mark replied, shaking the man's hand with a firm, manly grip.

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Looking through the evidence, quite to say that the Dr. was disturbed. Images of blood, everywhere. Horrifyingly detailed police reports of the victim. Mark took a step back, away from his desk as he covered his face with both hands, trembling slightly for an unknown reason.

"Seeing his blood on my hands..." An unknown voice emerged, where?

"...Was, So, Sweet." The deep, devilish voice completed his sentence of sorts. The Dr. held both hands against his head, feeling as if the voice was coming from inside his head. "So sweet..." the voice repeated with a dark chuckle. "Who are are?" the Dr. said with a tremble in his voice. Once again a chuckle was heard by the Dr. Making his shake more so. "You dreamt about the Devil last night..." The voice paused, "...And the Devil is me." He giggled, making the Dr. tear up. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" he screamed, thinking he was going mad, sitting there, panting out of fear and exhaustion. Waiting for the voice to return an answer. Nothing.

(I know this chapter was slightly shorter than the others, I'm trying to think of ideas, Writing block sucks :/)