THOSE NIGHTS | WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER?

Chapter Two // Requiem

(Previously on 'Those Nights')

"Enough of this horseshit!" Abe roared, fed up with this nonsense. "You knew I was onto you and you tried to whack me off before I could finger you!" he stopped, realizing how wrong that sounded. "As the murderer!" He added. Lightning.

"I will not be called a murderer in my own home!" William snarled.

Suddenly, the door burst open. "STOP!" A woman cried, and everyone went silent, looking over.

Hannay gasped.

"Celine..?"

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Hannay and Damien have been best friends since they were kids, and that meant they got to know each other's family. Celine was Damien's younger sister, and as they grew up, Celine wasn't into the picture that much. Then, Mark ended up marrying Celine, and things happened. Celine never seemed to like Hannay, but Damien didn't care. He didn't need Celine's approval of Hannay. He loved her, and wouldn't let his sister do anything about it.

"What are you doing?!" Celine cried, walking inside after shutting the door.

"Who the hell are you?" Abe said in confusion, obviously having no idea about who Celine was and why she was here.

"Celine?" William asked in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"'Celine?' How the hell do you know her?!" Abe exclaimed.

"I...Celine, it's great to see you again, but..." Hannay took a deep breath, wondering how Celine would react to Mark's death. "You've come at a horrendous time...something horrid happened." Hannay's grip on Damien's arm tightened, a bit fearful of what Celine would think.

"I can see that!" Celine's response made Hannay flinch. "I'm glad I got here before it got any worse."

"This is only the tip of the iceberg!" Chef held up one finger. "And it's a big iceberg. How can I put this delicately? MARK'S FUCKING DEAD!"

"What..?" Celine asked in disbelief.

"Dead like my hopes and dreams..." Chef added, which made Hannay's eyes widen. That was certainly dark. "And he's a flesh eating zombie, too!"

"Homo necrosis." Celine said.

"Exactly! Hence the guns!" William waved his gun around.

"That is not 'hence the guns'!" Abe waved his gun around mockingly.

"Stop waving those bloody guns around!" Butler demanded, and the chef waved his ladle around in everyone's faces.

"Hol-Hold on! Tell me what happened! How did Mark...die?" Celine said.

"It was murder." Damien spoke, and lightning struck. He started walking forward with Hannay. "And worse yet...the body is missing."

"What? Show me. And don't say that word!" She replied.

"What word? Murder?" The chef inquired as a thunderclap sounded.

"Yes! That word!" She snapped.

"I'm sorry, but murder is an accurate word to describe what happened-" "Do you not see the lightning?!" Celine snapped again, cutting Hannay off as she tried to speak.

"You saying that it was lightning that murdered Mark?" The Detective asked skeptically.

"Well, Mother Nature doesn't exactly strike me as having murderous intent. Unless you count that one time when I was sucked into the board game, Jumanji and I was-" "Stop, stop!" Celine cut William off.