Marcus Keane (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pushbackthedarkness) wrote2019-10-24 01:53 pm
pushbackthedarkness) wrote2019-10-24 01:53 pm
Entry tags:
- canon update,
- dan,
- demon plot,
- kat,
- neil
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Marcus isn't arguing with the demon so much as he's actively trying to swat the aggravating presence out of his head. For months now it's been a low level irritant more than anything, almost like the buzzing of a fly that's gotten indoors somehow at the end of the season and can't be found, but hasn't died yet either. If the demon's plan is to annoy him to death, it might just happen.
There are voices in the darkest moments of the night, whispering like silk against his ears, trying to tempt him, but Marcus doesn't think he can be tempted. One morning, all the fruit in the bowl has gone off, stinking and rotting, with squirming maggots in the centre of one orange. Marcus throws it all away without a word and washes the bowl thoroughly. Spider webs build up in the corners of rooms no matter how often he dusts them away and he sees several fat bodied wasps crawling sluggishly across their back porch.
But beyond the very presence of it, it doesn't try anything beyond occasionally showing up at Bennett or Tomas or Mouse. All tricks Marcus has seen before. He's not frightened. He's mostly just wishing something would happen so he can deal with it and get it all over with.
He's passing by the Church when it finally comes for him.
At first it's only a man, a stranger, young and handsome, standing a few feet away. He smiles and his teeth are black. His shirt is open at the throat and on his chest Marcus can see wasps crawling in and out of holes in his skin. Beside him stands a little girl wearing a pillow case mask over her head. They're holding hands.
"Andy?" Marcus asks aloud before realizing he knows this man's name.
Marcus, no! It's Verity's voice and he turns, confused, to find her running toward him from down the block. She's holding a gun in one hand, pointing it at Andy -- and how the hell does he know this man's name? -- and shouting something Marcus can't quite hear. As she reaches him, she evaporates into smoke, but he can almost feel her whispering against his ear. Don't trust him.
He's not sure who she means.
Then it comes all at once. Tomas, the woman named Cindy and the scene in the hospital. The way Tomas went inside with her, with the demon, and Marcus can feel the fury he'd felt then. There's Harper and her mother, the woman who kept her sweet, bright daughter so sick just to convince her there was a demon inside of her. Mere steps from Marcus, Andy smiles again and Grace, the little girl, she giggles as she grows taller and taller, a pool of black and stinking ocean water spreading out around her feet. The pillow case mask slips away and he sees a beautiful, rotting red haired woman.
He remembers the island and the home, the place where Andy had been fostering those children. Verity. Her disdain for him. His heart aches to suddenly remember her, all the things she had wanted him to remember when she was here, all the things he couldn't. Shelby and Truck and Caleb. Good kids. Such good kids. And a foster father who couldn't accept his wife's death. Who was terrified and sad and who let a demon in.
"God," he gasps, stumbling a little on the street. There's a strong hand around his elbow and he looks up into Matthias's face.
"Hello, älskling," Matthias says and Marcus feels the edges of his vision begin to go black.
The exorcism had gone on for days. Andy had killed a woman, he had killed... Harper's mother, Marcus realizes, and he and Tomas had put her body in the bathtub while they tried in vain to bring Andy back. Nothing had worked and then Mouse. He can hear her telling them both that it's hopeless, to just end it, to kill Andy, and even now Marcus is horrified by the very suggestion. By the woman Mouse has become.
"What-" he asks, but Matthias, still holding him, shushes him softly.
Tomas had almost died. Tomas, who had become Marcus's partner, his best friend, his infuriating protege, he had almost died trying to save Andy and Marcus knows what's about to happen before he gains the memory of holding that cold, heavy gun.
The shot rings through his head. He can hear it clear as day and he gasps and drops to his knees. He'd killed a man. He hadn't just failed Andy, he had killed him, and for a moment Marcus thinks he's going to be sick right there on the street in front of the Church.
But then Matthias is there again, slowly helping him to his feet. He's strong and gentle and exactly like Marcus remembers him being, even though he knows he can't possibly be here. Matthias is gone. He's been gone for months. But he's here, he's collecting Marcus, speaking to him softly, and when he asks, "Will you come with me?" there's really only one answer to give.
Marcus says, "Of course."
There are voices in the darkest moments of the night, whispering like silk against his ears, trying to tempt him, but Marcus doesn't think he can be tempted. One morning, all the fruit in the bowl has gone off, stinking and rotting, with squirming maggots in the centre of one orange. Marcus throws it all away without a word and washes the bowl thoroughly. Spider webs build up in the corners of rooms no matter how often he dusts them away and he sees several fat bodied wasps crawling sluggishly across their back porch.
But beyond the very presence of it, it doesn't try anything beyond occasionally showing up at Bennett or Tomas or Mouse. All tricks Marcus has seen before. He's not frightened. He's mostly just wishing something would happen so he can deal with it and get it all over with.
He's passing by the Church when it finally comes for him.
At first it's only a man, a stranger, young and handsome, standing a few feet away. He smiles and his teeth are black. His shirt is open at the throat and on his chest Marcus can see wasps crawling in and out of holes in his skin. Beside him stands a little girl wearing a pillow case mask over her head. They're holding hands.
"Andy?" Marcus asks aloud before realizing he knows this man's name.
Marcus, no! It's Verity's voice and he turns, confused, to find her running toward him from down the block. She's holding a gun in one hand, pointing it at Andy -- and how the hell does he know this man's name? -- and shouting something Marcus can't quite hear. As she reaches him, she evaporates into smoke, but he can almost feel her whispering against his ear. Don't trust him.
He's not sure who she means.
Then it comes all at once. Tomas, the woman named Cindy and the scene in the hospital. The way Tomas went inside with her, with the demon, and Marcus can feel the fury he'd felt then. There's Harper and her mother, the woman who kept her sweet, bright daughter so sick just to convince her there was a demon inside of her. Mere steps from Marcus, Andy smiles again and Grace, the little girl, she giggles as she grows taller and taller, a pool of black and stinking ocean water spreading out around her feet. The pillow case mask slips away and he sees a beautiful, rotting red haired woman.
He remembers the island and the home, the place where Andy had been fostering those children. Verity. Her disdain for him. His heart aches to suddenly remember her, all the things she had wanted him to remember when she was here, all the things he couldn't. Shelby and Truck and Caleb. Good kids. Such good kids. And a foster father who couldn't accept his wife's death. Who was terrified and sad and who let a demon in.
"God," he gasps, stumbling a little on the street. There's a strong hand around his elbow and he looks up into Matthias's face.
"Hello, älskling," Matthias says and Marcus feels the edges of his vision begin to go black.
The exorcism had gone on for days. Andy had killed a woman, he had killed... Harper's mother, Marcus realizes, and he and Tomas had put her body in the bathtub while they tried in vain to bring Andy back. Nothing had worked and then Mouse. He can hear her telling them both that it's hopeless, to just end it, to kill Andy, and even now Marcus is horrified by the very suggestion. By the woman Mouse has become.
"What-" he asks, but Matthias, still holding him, shushes him softly.
Tomas had almost died. Tomas, who had become Marcus's partner, his best friend, his infuriating protege, he had almost died trying to save Andy and Marcus knows what's about to happen before he gains the memory of holding that cold, heavy gun.
The shot rings through his head. He can hear it clear as day and he gasps and drops to his knees. He'd killed a man. He hadn't just failed Andy, he had killed him, and for a moment Marcus thinks he's going to be sick right there on the street in front of the Church.
But then Matthias is there again, slowly helping him to his feet. He's strong and gentle and exactly like Marcus remembers him being, even though he knows he can't possibly be here. Matthias is gone. He's been gone for months. But he's here, he's collecting Marcus, speaking to him softly, and when he asks, "Will you come with me?" there's really only one answer to give.
Marcus says, "Of course."