An alternative WKM
I am not sure what else to say, besides I know AHWM just came out, but here. Have my strange alternate version of WKM. Brief warning, I am not a very good author, and I wrote this a while ago, but I hope you enjoy.
Content warnings: self harm, delusions, possible sanity problems, extremely old writing,if I missed any let me know
She couldn't remember the last time she saw him cry, and frankly, she didn’t care.
He was sobbing, and she just stood there, watching her husband cry at her feet.
Mark looked up at Celine, tears flowing freely from his sleepless and sunken eyes. “I’m so sorry…”
She shook her head, only to vanish into the darkness that surrounded them, leaving him alone, stranded in a nightmare.
Mark woke up screaming. He sat bolt upright, and clutched his pillow close to his chest, attempting to stop the free flow of tears on his face. His eyes darted around, catching sight of his room around him.
The silence was deafening as he climbed out of bed, throwing his robe on over the simple pajamas. One of the many turntables in the manor crackled to life, Mark putting a record on so the silence was shattered.
The window ledge seemed particularly inviting, so he opened the window, and sat there, looking out over the vastness of the garden and courtyard. The cold breeze that fluttered over him calmed the tenacity of nightmares, pale moonlight washing out his already pale skin.
“I can’t remember what it was like, Before all this madness.”
The demon perched next to him, watching over his shoulders.
“Why do you continue to stall? They deserve this.”
Mark closed his eyes, seeing only darkness, and fearing that the darkness would eventually cloud his judgement.
“Because I would rather she be happy then get revenge, And they were my childhood friends, they don’t deserve this.”
It vanished, leaving him alone once again. He glanced over the closet, thinking about the revolver that he kept in there. Perhaps...No. The knife would be a better option, not to mention quieter.
He rifled through his dresser, and pulling a dagger from its sheath in the boundless depths of his clothes. The ringing in his ears only getting louder as he pulled down the sleeve of his robe, exposing the skin of his wrists.
He slowly pressed the blade to his skin, relishing the sweet feeling of pain.
Mark woke up with the blade still sheathed in his lower abdomen. He can’t remember what happened the previous night. Sitting up, he discovered he was sitting in a pool of his own blood.
How was he not dead? Lucky, he guessed. The butler was shocked when he walked in, only to see Mark attempting to pull the knife from his lower chest, and mistook this for him stabbing himself. He panicked, and ran over, assisting him with the removal.
“What happened?”
Mark glanced up at him, and shrugged. “I tripped.” was his simple reply. He didn't know why he lied, it was bound to happen again. Benjamin bandaged the wound, and set to work cleaning the blood from the hardwood floor.
Mark didn’t bother changing, only heading to the downstairs balcony. The pool seemed welcoming, perhaps a swim later. He looked over the edge of the balcony, and out onto the small golf course.
He spotted a small figure dressed in tan standing out in the field. Mark quickly recognised the Colonel, and grimaced. He was fairly certain that it was he who ran off with his wife.
The Colonel walked over, having noticed the other man.
“Mark! How are things? I haven't seen you much since i heard about you and Celine, it seems you're always hold up in that manner of yours, or your room when I visit.” The flamboyant man slung an arm around his shoulders.
Mark replied simply “Im fine, everything's fine. Why are you here?”
WIlliam could tell nothing was fine, but by god, the man's wife just left him, so he didn't press.
“I'm here with Mr. Mayor.He wanted to come see you, and I can’t say no those adorable puppy dog eyes.”
Mark nodded, only to see Mayor Damien walk from the house, walking over to join them near the edge. His was twisting his cane between his hands as he spoke.
“There you are, Mark. I came to check on you. You have been very… antisocial as of late.”
Mark smiled. The one friend he felt had not turned on him. “Hello, Damien. Im assure you, im fine, just a little tired. How are you?”
Damien smiled, going to stand next to William. “I am well, actually. It's been an interesting last few weeks.”
Mark raised an eyebrow as William laced an arm around Damiens back as the Mayor spoke.
He played up his facade of being alright. “Well? Care to tell me?”
Damien smiled shyly. “Well, for instance… I am in a relationship now, along with the fact that I finally got the grant for the school that they have been asking for.”
Mark grinned, “and whos the lucky Gal?”
Damien glanced down. “Gent, actually. William and I are Dating.”
Mark nearly died all over again. “You and Will? Good job Will, But I didn't peg you for being bi.” A wry smirk spread across his lips
William grinned. “Im Gay, Dami is Bi.” He corrected.
Mark was extremely confused, but very happy at the same time. William cant have taken off with Celine if he was with Damien, because Damien would watch him like a hawk. He felt… a lot better.
He smiled, and patted Damien on the shoulder. “Your lucky.” he turned to William, and playfully said “Don't you hurt him, or i'll have to hunt you down, and I can't imagine what Celine would do to you.”
William laughed. “She would tear out my heart and feed it to me, I can tell you that much.”
They talked for a while, before it was eventually decided that the couple would be sleeping over. Mark sat on the balcony railing after they went inside. He felt the cool breeze once again, but it felt more calming than usual.
He turned, and nearly fell off the balcony. Celine was standing a few feet away, and was staring at him, worry evident on her face at him appearance.
“Mark? What are you doing?”
Mark slowly walked towards her, as if he was afraid she would vanish. He pulled her into a hug, that she graciously accepted.
“Hey, Mark? Why Are you crying? You knew I was coming back, right?”
Mark pulled away suddenly, looking at her square in the face. “I received a note in your handwriting saying that you didn't love me, and had found another man, William. I had reason to assume you weren't coming home.”
Celine looked shocked. “I left you a note, but it said nothing of the sort. I left to help Damien ease into his new relationship with William, and I knew I had to leave early, so I left you a note explaining that very thing, and that I would be gone for a few weeks.”
Mark started crying, hugging her close again. “I'm just glad your home…” She patted him, and then asked where the note was. He nodded, leading her up to his study. He dug through the notes for the most recent movie, only to produce a note, handing it to her.
She read the note, frowning deeply. “I fear this may have been tampered with by outside forces.”
Mark looked up at her from his chair. “Like what?”
She turned to him. “Have you been hearing voices around the house?”
He nodded, explaining the weird but tolerable house demon that kept bugging him at late hours.
Celine looked worried. “The Entity. This could be the reason.”
He shrugged, taking in the sight of his beloved Celine. There was silence between the two of them, but that was enough said. Unspoken words lead the two outside again. There was a nod from Celine, and Mark smirked, and grabbed her hand, leaping into the pool, dragging her in with him.
She laughed in surprise, and at the fact that Mark got tangled in his robe, before removing it for movement under water. She was swimming in a dress, so she wasn't in much better shape.
Mark laughed at her struggles, and swam under her, picking her up bridal style, and swimming to surface.
It was a pleasant swim, and the two were now laying under the summer stars. Laughter drifted up to the heavens as the two talked. Eventually the conversation died, Celine having had fallen asleep. The bigger man picked her up, and carried her up to their shared room, drying her off, and laying her on the king sized bed.
Instead of laying down next to her, he went and sat on the window cill, once again looking out over the garden. He smiled, and stepped down, closing the window. That time was over. He laid down on his side of the bed, cuddling up with the smaller female. He found himself falling asleep much easier that night.
Celine woke up the next morning cuddled into a very broad chest.
She started only to realize she was home, and that was just Mark. Celine laughed slightly, and poked him, waking the slumbering male. He snorted,and blinked blearily, looking down at her, a happy smile spreading across his face. “G’,morning, Celine.”
She smiled. “Good morning, Mark. You are very warm.”
He laughed, and let her move, pulling his arms back, only to have her pull him back.
“You aren't going anywhere, buster.” He laughed, snuggling up to her.
Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes as he inhaled her scent, it calming his nerves. He didn’t want to ever move, she was safe, happy and warm where he could be with her, and no one would take her from him.
It was perfect.
A little too perfect, hmm?
I don’t know how to link it, but there is a part 2 with...angst? Sort of.