The story of Dr. Mark and Mr. Dark

Strange things are happening

Two days had passed. Not a sound had been heard from the Dr. since that day. No one but the reader and Dr. Fischback knows what happened. Two days had the Dr. locked himself in his room.  

Having the young boy knock on the Dr's door, expecting an answer. "Mr. Fischbach?" the boy asked with ease. No answer, as expected. "Are you alright sir?" the boy asked once again. 'perhaps he's asleep' the boy thought, 'or just really busy' he completed, shrugging the situation off before walking back downstairs.

The Dr. sitting in his "Throne" as he liked to call it, was thinking about the strange events of that other night, oblivious to everything around him. 'Am I to be going mad?' he thought. 'Maybe I was too sleep deprived' he thought to himself once again. 'But why couldn't I remember the past events of 2 days ago?' he pondered. He had been oblivious from his actions, memories and himself since the past 2 days. He felt not to worry his thoughts, letting them not get the better of him. 

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Many weeks had passed since the incident, to be exact, 2 weeks and 4 days. Octavia was walking down the stone brick road, with the random carriage here and there, strolling down the street. the sun, shining brightly as children play in the streets. The fine lady was wearing a traditional soft yellow dress with pink lacing, suiting her very much. A big smile planted on her face as she was walking her way to Mr. Mark's.  Miss Octavia and Mr. Mark had agreed to go on a somewhat date if that's what you would call it. 

Mark was too walking down the same path as Octavia, on his way to meet her. Not knowing she was on her way. Taking a hand in his waistcoat, pulling out his pocket watch he checked the time,  12 am, exactly. In an instant from after checking the time someone had locked into the man, both two peoples wincing "oomph" at the impact. Both looked up, staring at each other's face to see who it was, "Oh, Miss Emmersen, I'm terribly sorry" the Dr. apologized, realizing who he had bumped into. The young woman simply smiled at the Dr. "Please, Dr. you must not name me Miss. Emmersen, that is simply the name of my mother" she giggled, making Mark giggle along with her, "As you wish" he smiled before both of them walking to the rest of their day.

After a few moments of awkward silence, "Shall we take our leave then?" Mark decided to speak. "Mmhmm" Octavia hummed with a bright, contagious smile. The two decided to have a simple picknick on the side to a river, under a tree. Oh, how romantic. Chatting about their life experiences, getting to know more and more about each other. The Dr. was fascinated by Octavia's chocolate eyes, how dark they were yet how they glowed in the sunlight, her strawberry blonde ginger hair, the streaks of sun filtering behind her hair, making it glow like honey. "So, how has your work been going for you, with your, "little experiments, Dr. Fischbach?" Octavia asked, keeping the conversation flowing thoroughly. The Dr, smacking his lips together after taking a sip of juice, "It has been improving rather well" Mark smiled. "And please, don't cal me Dr. Fischbach, you make me sound like my father" the two giggled. "Oh really? I thought it must bring honor to be called d a Doctor of the sciences?" she implied, "to be rather honest with you, my dear, I quite not like it" he joked. "But it does have its benefits" he completed. "How so?" Octavia asked, "Well..." the Dr leaned closer, making the girl blush, "For example, I get the respect of a high amount of people..." The Dr. trailed off at the sight of the young miss, "and?" she asked half-tranced, the Dr. a nose length away, "...And, I get the utmost number of beautiful ladies attention, such as yourself." Mark finished, his voice deepened with intensity. "Oh?" she asked timidly, her cheeks as red as the jam on the sandwiches. "Mmmhmm" He hummed deeply. The two stayed in the same position before Mark, deciding to teasingly smile sinisterly, slowly reaching his hand for her neck. Octavia's breathing became heavy as Dr. Mark straddled the young woman, her blushing looking uncontainable, she looked so innocent yet her face was filled with lust. Moaning ever so silently as Mrk dove his lips against hers, reaching both hands to her neck, caressing her shoulders along with caressing her neck. No one was in sight, so that left them in private. Octavia wrapped her arms around the Dr's back, feeling the soft yet scruffy feeling of Marks dark gray tweed jacket. The rough bark scratching against her back and neck, adding to the pleasure. The sweetness of his lips, tasting the jam from Marks lips, his mustache and thin stubble tickling her face. The feeling of his breath leaving his nose, warm and subtle. Everything was perfect. Mark's hands tightened around Octavia's neck, she assumed it was Mark getting into the situation even more. Until he grasped tighter and tighter of her neck, suddenly getting complicated for her to breathe. Pulling away from the kiss slightly, "M-mark, It's t-too tight" she just managed to say as the grip had gotten a lot tighter. He ceased to release his grip, only to tighten his grip even more. Octavia, beginning to panic tried to push  Mark off her lap, placing her palms on his chest. Nothing happened. y this time Mark was sat up straight on her lap, practically choking her. Her breathing became breathless and stuttered. A darkness radiating from his eyes, cutting through her soul. Tears started to roll from her eyes, "M-mark, P-please, s-sto-p" she whimpered as tears fell silently.

"Oi!" an unexpected voice shouted from the distance, Mark's head turned from Octavia to the strangers, who was far but close to him. Mark suddenly took off, not giving the stranger any time to catch a look at his face. Dr. Fischbach took off running into the clearing of trees, deep into the dark forest. As for the stranger ran over to the girl, who was barely alive. A look of disgust on the man's face who had discovered the situation, his dog running up behind him. "Dear God" he mumbled to himself.

~

The Dr woke up, in his bed once again. Not being able to recall anything that happened since the day before, "Why do I keep waking up like this?" he mumbled to himself, wondering why he would wake up some days having not remembering anything that happened since a few days ago. Sitting up on his bed, Mark stood up and walked over to his desk, looking at his notes. 'Whats this?' he thought to himself, seeing a small knife tucked under the various types of notes the Dr had stashed on his table. "Why do strange and stranger thinks keep happening, like this?" he questioned more.