Tempus Fugit {Who Killed Markiplier}

~Threat~

A week passed. I received many calls from my sister, Damien, and Abe. We chatted about trivial things, gossiped, and discussed upcoming elections. All around, things remained serine and perfect. But of course, it could never last.

One quiet night, the sound of something ramming against the front door jolted me awake.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Disoriented from sleep, I stumbled shakily out of bed, grabbing a fire poker as I approached the foyer. Then the sound came again;

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I gripped my temporary weapon in my shaking hand, tentatively placing the other on the doorknob. "Who.. Who's there?" I called through the door. No answer. I waited.

Then suddenly; BAM! With an ear splitting crack, the lock caved and the door swung wide open. I gave a terrified yelp and jumped back, my eyes landing on the intruder. "Mark?! What the hell!" I roared, both fearful and angry. "Where the fuck are Celine and the Colonel?" he said dangerously, stepping further inside. "They..They..They're not here. Celine moved out a long time ago, and in any case they're both out of the country." I quivered, doing my best to remain composed. Trembling, I pointed the fire poker at my once brother-in-law as he slowly approached me. He had a wild, furious glint in his once sparkling, ambitious eyes. "Mark this.. This isn't you! What could have changed in such a short time?" I said desperately. He sneered. "You were gone. You couldn't possibly understand." he growled. "Then help me understand!"

"Your sister is a witch! She has powers, both dangerous and fascinating, far beyond your knowledge."

"And yet you still loved her nonetheless! You married her for God's sake!"

"She had an affair during our marriage! And with my childhood best friend no less!"

"Maybe she was in the wrong, but you're acting like a goddamn madman! Your staff even thinks you want her dead."

"And maybe I do!"

I froze, his words hanging minutiously in the air. He stepped slowly forward, his angry eyes glowering under his brow. "Maybe I want to kill her poor excuse of a lover too." he hissed. Suddenly he lunged forward, grabbing my wrist, forcing me to drop the fire poker. An intense fear like nothing I had ever felt before washed through me. "Mark my words, if you so much as try to interfere, you'll be next."

Without waiting for a response, he sharply let go of my arm, then flew back out the door, leaving me terrified, for my sister, my dear friend, and now.. For myself.

a/n: i meant to publish this yesterday oops

also, the next chapter may contain something you've all been waiting for ; ) be prepared babes !!

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