The story of Dr. Mark and Mr. Dark

A cursed day

"Up there! on the Hill!" a farm boy shouted out throughout the strong, making the small bits of hay fly about the air, the farmer's hat flat vigorously on his head as he held it down with his right hand pressing on it, the same with the policeman, "what is it boy" he shouted back, barely audible. The young farmer tutted, grabbing the forearm of the officer, dragging him up the hill. 

The sky was a  dark gray, the clouds swirled around each other, the wind howled like a dying wolf, crying for help. A cursed sky was the only way to describe the events of this day, something most disturbing, most terrifying to the man's eye. 

"Up here" the farmer gasped for breath as the wind traveled down his lungs, forcing him to panic in breaths but soon controlled his breathing again. The officer squinted his eyes, not wanting anything getting in his eyes. Barely seeing anything as it started to rain as they trotted and sludged their way up the hill, making it harder to walk, "damn, what is up with this weather! a cursed day indeed" the officer mumbled loudly to himself, frustrated. The two men finally reached the top of the hill, usually where the cattle would be held thus there was none. not even a poor soul could be seen. "what in the name?" the police officer gasped, "w-where on earth have they gone?!" he sputtered as the rain soaked the both of them. "I don't know sir, I loved all over, only to find one sir" the farmer once again shouted over the distraught voice of heavy rain. "where is it boy" "o-over here sir, follow me" the young farmer boy, around in his early 20's hesitated before walking forwards to where the cattle shed was, the size could hold around 15 cattle. the two men entered the shed, relieved to be away from the cold rain and howling wind.

"There," the boy pointed into the dark corner of the stinking shed, full of hay, and mud. Both men stood still for a few moments, listening to a faint noise. What was it? A crunching? Squelching? The noise was confusing to the brain, only being able to identify it was to see it. The officer, mid 40's, walked towards the corner, not seeing anything, the outside light not helping much, the man felt his way off the walls, suddenly stopping as he felt a thud in his lower legs making him slightly jump, but not showing fear before hearing a low grumble,  the boy walked carefully into the dark over to the officer, lighting a match onto a candle in a label that had been sitting there, but not yet noticed until now.  Taking the candle in hand the police officer inspected what he bumped into, a crackle of lightning and thunder crashed throughout the sky, shooting a bright array of light, making everything visible for a few moments.

The officer dropped the candle in horror "Dear Lord!" he shouted, stepping back.  he trembled. The noise was not explained, in not the best way to the sight of human eyes. Both men sprinted out of the barn, leaving the candle to burn on the side.

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A day has passed since that night, the streets were scattered with puddles of rainwater, the mud went with the grass as cleaning men brushed aside water miserably in the cold, not a usual day in the summer of Lose Angeles. The people murmured to each other about the day before. The papers soon got their hands on the story, questioning the officer and farmer about what they had seen. Many called it "The Beast of the storm". And "The Devils return" But one headline caught the attention of the people, "A cursed day".

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"...Markus, this is the perfect opportunity" Victor announced as he and Dr. Fischbach walked into his study "Victor what did I say, time and time over again, I do not investigate these 'Atrocities' that you call" Mark huffed, looking at his notes and papers on his desk, tossing some round into stacks. Dr. McAvoy walked up behind Mark, pulling his shoulder in order for him to face Victor, "If you won't help me capture the beast, then I shall work towards finding it myself" he stated, making Mark roll his eyes in frustration before tending back to his notes. "Fine, I see that your too busy, but If you shall find me dead in the next few weeks, then the guilt shall be heeded upon your own very soul" and with that Dr. McAvoy walked from the house slamming the door in his anger.

Victor McAvoy had always been an eccentric man and thought of himself to be omnipotent. He had always been infatuated with the thought of capturing one of the Devils Beasts that may walk upon the earth and operate upon its very skin. Of course that would never happen, religion was overpowered by Science at the time, still, some people believe that there was and indeed is a God, Victor was a man of both systems, trying to cultivate each theory and melding it together in one hideous experiment, wanting to belittle the creature of its very soul. This made the Dr. laugh, knowing how 'out there' Victor was, yet he had always stuck with his dear friend for he was one of the greatest men, Mark, had known.

"Dear Lord" Mark sighed frustrate before grabbing his coat and walking out of his house, swinging his coat onto his shoulders he ran after the direction Dr. McAcoy has run off to. Seeing the familiar figure of his friend, Dr. Fischbach an up behind him "Victor" He panted as he caught up to him. He stopped and faced his friend "Hm?" Victor looked at the sweaty man next to him, "Fine, I'll accompany you" Marls breathing caught up. "Very well" Dr. McAcoy walked on with Mark beside him. 

As they walked down the dark street, the sky's light began to darken, the wet stone floors began to shimmer in the moonlights grasp. "What is it that you hope to find exactly?" Mark interrupted the silence. The two men continued walking in silence, suspense building for Mark's question to be answered only hearing the tap from both of their shoes as they walked along the stone ground. Dr. McAvoy took a breath, clearing his throat before speaking "I hope to end the night terror and humiliation of this town" He simply spoke. "Only if that were true my good friend" Mark chuckled under his breath, "What" Victor looked at Mark continuing to walk,"Well, it's simple isn't it, my friend. You hope to find a 'monster' of some sorts, you want to play God, that's the only reason as to why you want to 'help' this town. No offense added" Mark explained. "None took" The Dr. wasn't taken back by Marks opinion, as he was correct in his 'assumption'. "Duly noted," Mark said. 

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Reaching the top of the damp, sludgy, muddy hill the two Dr's stepped on the stones, attempting their best to not step in the mud as if it was lava. "God dammit!" Mark hissed as he accidently stood in the mud, covering his clean shoes in the dark, earthy mud. "Mind your step Markus" Victor chuckled, "Thank you for the late warning, I appreciate it" Mark sarcastically responded. Making their way to where the events of the storm had happened, walking upon the large barn itself. The smell was intoxicating, making the two men gasp in sickness. "What on earth is this smell" They both covered their hands and noses with their free hands, slowly walking into the barn's entrance. The smell could only be described as Hellish,  the rotting, burning skin of the dead. Mark decided to light a match, seeing only a dimly lit area around him, looking to his left he found the same candle the 2 men before had used. Mark had applied the flame to the wick of the candle. Victor looked at the flame as it danced in the darkness "Pass that here" He said, Mark handing him the candlestick that held the candle. Victor nodded in appreciation as he took hold of the candle. Moving towards the corner of the barn, locating the smell where it had come from the men proceeded to slowly step into the corner before coming to a halt. The smell had become unbearable, hearing the buzz of flies. Victor had walked into something, hitting his leg. Mark and Victor covered their mouths and noses one again with their hands, blocking the stench out. Dr. McAvoy bent down partially to inspect what he had bumped into. 

He suddenly pushed himself back with a gasp, dropping the candle. Mark stood there continuing to stare at the direction of the smell. Victor panted in shock before recollecting himself, quickly picking up the candle and stamping out the small flame it had created on the damp hay the Dr walked back up to the thing that had made him lose a breath over terror. "D- did you see it?" McAvoy asked, Dr. Fischbach simply nodded in reply. Both men crouched n sync to inspect, putting the candle closer to the smell. 

"What in God's name-" Mark was cut off, gagging at the smell. It was the body of the missing cattle, torn and shredded. It's blood smeared on the floor and the walls and it's body. The flesh began to rot as flies surrounded the area. "Jesus" Victor brought himself to say, turning away from the sight. "What sort f creature could have done this?", Victor inspected close. "I'm afraid I have no idea" He answered Marks question, "Nothing I have seen....ever"...