Generation 1: Chapter 4

Marrick had never had a better nights sleep, it was the first time his mind was calm and his mind wasn't flooded with horrible memories. He sat upon his bed, sitting there in silence and thinking to himself, pondering when Sadie had slipped off without him knowing. Marrick was a light sleeper and he wondered how he didn't wake up when she had left, growing slightly angry with Sadie. But, Marrick thought about her actions and was beginning to feel it was for the best; he had never gotten so close to someone so quickly, but he didn't want it to continue any further still knowing she could be at risk with him. Marrick heard Archor barking happily in the living room but he didn't know at what, Marrick assumed he would be begging to come into the bedroom, but he wasn't. Marrick then heard a sound on the other side of his wall coming from the bathroom and he somewhat hoped it wasn't just Archor playing tricks on him to get him to come out of his bedroom. Marrick then heard the faucet within the bathroom running and he surprisingly grew excited, but he disliked how happy he was knowing now that Sadie was still within the house. Marrick stood from his bed and went to his dresser, quickly putting on a pair of boxers and leaving his room.

Marrick walked out into the kitchen and looked around, seeing Archor standing within it and wagging his tail happily when he saw Marrick, but continuing then to stare at the bathroom door. Marrick walked around the corner and Sadie walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and she smiled when she saw Marrick, her cheeks blushing slightly at the sight of him and Marrick couldn't help his excitement in seeing her. He kept his expression blank but let out a relieved sigh, watching as she walked up to him and put one of her hands to his face. 

"Good morning," she said quietly and he couldn't help the smirk that was barely visible. Marrick was at a loss for words, he didn't know if he should kiss her or make her leave, the voices within his head returning and yelling for him to kick her out and save her while he still could. It seemed like he would never be able to make up his mind, constantly switching his decisions between wanting her to stay or go, but it was her that threw off his ability to think clearly and he kept silent as he pressed his lips to hers gently.

Archor barked softly and walked away from them, almost as if giving them privacy as Marrick deepened the kiss roughly. Sadie was caught off guard slightly and she let out a surprised moan the harder he kissed her, feeling his hand hold the back of her head and she wasn't sure how to react, feeling as if she had nowhere else to go. The stubble that grew upon his face was beginning to scratch and burn around her lips the harder he kissed her, but she almost felt as if she knew why he seemed so relieved when he saw her. She had just gotten out of the bed to use the bathroom, and it took him less than two minutes to wake up and realize she was gone from his side, it made her smile slightly and she felt the kiss beginning to end.

To Sadie's surprise, Marrick soon lifted her within his arms and brought her over to his kitchen table, setting her down upon it and Sadie wrapped her legs around his hips the moment he began kissing her neck. Marrick couldn't help his actions and he felt as if he wasn't even in control of his body as he pulled her tightly against him and began softly biting and sucking on her neck. Sadie began to let out soft cries of both somewhat pain and slight pleasure at his behavior, wanting to continue but also wanting him to calm down on how rough he was being. Sadie put one of her hands to his chest to try and push him off from her and get him to stop, Marrick soon getting the hint and withdrawing himself. Marrick stood there, breathing heavily as he read her actions and he knew that he had made her uncomfortable. It had already begun, Marrick wasn't sure when he had lost it, but she was already making him crazy and he hated that he almost enjoyed being rough with her.

Marrick withdrew from her more and grabbed her arms, pulling her towards him and making her stand on her feet again, "I need you to leave," he demanded and Sadie looked to him as if she was appalled by his words, "Now," he continued and she flinched when he had said it.

"What..? B-But.. Why? What did I do?" She asked with a worried expression, putting both of her hands to his chest delicately and the grip Marrick had on her arms tightened, pulling her hands off of him.

"I'm only going to hurt you.. Now leave," he demanded once more and somewhat tossed her towards his bedroom door and she stumbled but caught her footing, looking to him in shock as tears welled up in her eyes. Archor barked angrily towards Marrick at his actions towards Sadie, but Marrick ignored it.

"Get your things and go," he added harshly, keeping his eyes upon the kitchen table and ignoring her.

Sadie was in complete shock by his words, but deciding not to argue and make things any worse, she was slightly frightened when he had thrown her and she didn't want to invoke him into doing anything else rash. She didn't reply to him, walking into his room and getting her jacket and vest, a single tear falling from her face as she looked around the room for a moment, somewhat taking her time and wanting him to change his mind.

"I-I don't understand," Sadie said quietly, not hearing a response from Marrick and she only tightened her grip on the clothes she was holding, "I don't-" She stopped, Marrick cutting her off.

"There's nothing to understand. Please, leave," he demanded once more.

Sadie's tears fell from her face and quickly put her pants on, walking out of his room with her other clothes in her hand and Marrick looked to her as she left, watching her walk out of his bedroom and he hated that he made her cry. She was already this attached with me to cry over it? Marrick thought and he held his tongue as he watched her leave out the front door. Archor went to follow but Sadie had slammed the door behind her before he could go with her. Marrick hated that she had slammed the door, but he understood her frustration with his lack of explaining anything. Archor came by him and sat at his feet, looking up to him as if to give him the explanation since Marrick didn't give one to Sadie.

"Don't look at me like that, I've told you about my family history, I would only.." Marrick began to say to Archor but he stopped; he refused to admit to himself that he would eventually cave in to his dark side and hurt her somehow. 

"Don't act like I'm not doing the right thing, even if I don't want to.." Marrick continued and he watched as Archor bowed his head and walked away from him, laying by the door in hopes of Sadie walking back through it and Marrick sighed heavily in defeat. He felt terrible after noticing she was crying as she left, wanting to stop her and change his mind, but his decision was final and he didn't want to immediately go back on his words. Marrick believed he was saving her from a life she didn't deserve, let alone a life she may not survive long in, and for that reason alone, he let her leave.

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. . . Three Months Later . . .

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Three months without seeing Sadie, Marrick thought to himself, wondering if he had scared her away for good or if she was just keeping her distance until he somehow found her and made amends. If he ever wanted to, he would probably use Archor to do it; Marrick had been taking the time to teach Archor how to hunt and track and Archor was getting very good at it. Sadie had left behind her pocket watch that she wore on her vest the last time he saw her and he found it on the floor under his bed after the morning she left three months ago. Marrick had no idea what to do, he knew that he was unable to stop thinking about her and he knew it would take a much longer time to forget her. Marrick wondered to himself what he should do, soon coming up with the idea to visit his great aunt, another sister of his great grandmother Samantha, that he hadn't seen since he was a little boy. She had to know something about their history. He knew that she would never move out of the house she had been living in, so he assumed she would still be there, if she was still alive. His thoughts of Sadie were driving him more mad each day and he hadn't been acting like himself, causing him to go to great lengths in seeking advice from the one person who knew of their family's gruesome history.

Marrick got into his car and brought Archor with him, driving back towards his home town that was many hours away. The very thought of going back to his old neighborhood worried him, memories forcing their way back into his head and he shook them off as often as possible, succumbing to thinking more of Sadie rather than his family's past. Marrick surprised himself when he knew how to get to his great aunt's house solely off his memory the moment he entered the town. He pulled into the driveway and his heart was beating faster, reminding him of how hard it was beating when he had spent the night with Sadie. He was drowned by the thoughts of her as he shut his eyes and sat within the drivers seat for a moment, Archor soon barking and he looked to the home, seeing an old woman coming out and not noticing his car in the driveway. She's still here, he thought to himself, taking a few deep breathes as he got out of the car and Archor followed close behind, observing the woman and staying at Marrick's heels as he observed her.

"Um.. Miss Damillo?" Marrick asked softly, seeing the woman soon turn her head and she looked to Marrick, standing to her feet and wiping her hands free of dirt.

"Yes?" The old woman asked, her eyes then widening and she froze when she looked to Marrick. He swallowed hard and looked around the grass, soon looking back up to her when she walked slowly closer.

"M.. Marrick?" She asked and he smiled for the first time in a long while, nodding and watching as the woman smiled happily and tears instantly fell from her eyes, "My goodness.." She continued, walking out from her fenced garden, making her way up to him and instantly throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and he was slightly thrown off, but soon hugged her in return and he held his great aunt for a few long seconds.

"I-I.. Everyone.. Thought you were dead," she continued, tightening her grip upon his clothing and he let out a gentle chuckle.

"Well, I'm still here.." Marrick replied and his great aunt withdrew from him, looking to his face and touching his cheeks lovingly as she observed what kind of man he had grown into since she had last seen him as a boy.

"Well thank the heavens.. You've grown up to be so handsome, Marrick.. Come, come inside! Please," she suggested happily, holding his arm and escorting him into the small home and Archor following.

Marrick looked around the home and then watched as his great aunt let go of him and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll make us something to drink, make yourself at home, dear," she said sweetly. Marrick smirked and walked into the home more, taking his time to look around the room as old memories of when him and his sisters would play here long ago. He watched Archor walk around and sniff everything that he could, Marrick soon venturing into the living room and seeing that nothing had changed since he was a little boy, Archor soon following behind.

Marrick looked around and soaked everything in; the run down television, the antique furniture, a clean and nature-like smell with all the plants around the room.. He looked over to his right and noticed Archor already found something to be fascinated with, a rather large Cockatoo cleaning its wings. 

"You got a bird?" Marrick said above his normal tone so his great aunt could hear, looking at the bird with a slightly raised and curious brow.

"Yes, isn't she lovely? Her name is Angel. I got her about.. 15 years ago," she called out in return, Marrick looking to it unimpressed.

"Leave it alone," Marrick demanded towards Archor and he eventually looked away from the bird and walked around the room, continuing to smell everything and Marrick walked around as well.

Marrick's eyes went to a part of the wall where his great aunt had pictures, Marrick walking up to it and his heart sank when he saw nothing but pictures of their family. He remembered his great aunt never had a family of her own, so she put up pictures of her bloodline. His mother, holding his baby sister Ceelia, pictures of him and his little sister Cindy, even a picture of his father and him together. He looked to his mothers face and a quick flash went before his eyes, covering the three girls faces in blood and then in a flash they were back to normal, memories flowing through his head from the last time he had seen them. Marrick looked to the picture of his father, remembering how much he hated getting his picture taken and his scowl gave Marrick goose bumps. He despised how he looked so much like him, but he soon remembered his grandmothers words and looked to the picture upon the small table under the rest, realizing the man in the picture looked identical to Marrick, only if his hair was shorter. Marrick smirked slightly, assuming that it was his grandfather and seeing that in his picture, he was at least smirking, unlike his father.

Marrick heard his great aunt call him from the kitchen and Marrick snapped out of his trance, walking towards the kitchen and Archor following him. Marrick walked into the kitchen and Archor went to his great aunt, introducing himself and she laughed at Archor's good behavior.

"Oh my, what a beautiful creature," she said happily but somewhat nervously.

"Archor, leave her alone," Marrick said calmly and Archor calmed down his excited nature towards her and she giggled, looking to Marrick and coming back over to him to hug him once more. Marrick smiled again and hugged her in return.

"It really is good to see you. After all this time.. I'm so happy that you're here," she said quietly and withdrew from him, brushing stray hairs from his face and putting her hands to his face kindly. She withdrew from him and sat in one of her chairs at the kitchen table, motioning with her hand for Marrick to join her and he did so, losing his smile and knowing now that they were going to talk about serious things.

"I.. I came to see if you still lived here, and if you did, I wanted to get advice," Marrick began, getting straight to the point and she smiled towards him.

"You're father asked me for advice once as well with the same look that you have.." She began and Marrick grew discouraged, wondering now if her advice was what drove him to his insanity or not. 

"Have you met someone, dear?" She asked and Marrick's eyes widened slightly, looking to the mug that was placed before him and not giving any sign of an answer. She did the same as him, looking to her mug when she knew by his silence that he had met someone, and she smiled.

"I'm very aware of the history of our family, you're family, and I can tell you're worried about what might become of you if you get involved with someone," she began, looking to Marrick and he looked to her as well, "I have no advice for you, dear.. If I knew what cured this tick that all the Dubois men seem to have, then I would've helped your father long ago," she replied, watching as Marrick's face grew discouraged and he looked towards his lap in defeat. 

"My only advice is to do what your heart tells you, nothing else, and especially no one else," she emphasized, referring to the voices within their heads and he looked to her with a serious expression. She smiled warmly towards him and reached out over the table, Marrick bringing his hand up and placing it within her hands as she requested without words.

"Tell me of her, what is her name?" She asked and Marrick shied his eyes away, looking to Archor and smirking slightly.

"Sadie," he replied and Archor let out a soft bark at her name, Marrick's great aunt letting out a pleased giggle at their behavior towards her.

She nodded and tightened her grip upon his hand, "And?" She pressured, watching as Marrick smiled more and looked to her, happy that he wasn't completely alone in the world now that he had chased off Sadie.

"It doesn't matter," he soon replied, losing his smile and so did his great aunt, "I made it clear that nothing would become of us, she's caused me to lose control once a little and I don't want it to happen again," he replied and she withdrew her hands from his, shocked by his words and he soon corrected himself, "No, I didn't hurt her.. I just.. I made her leave and I pushed her gently away from me after I noticed that I was already began to lose control a little, she's alright.." He comforted and his great aunt was pleased by his words, though still a little worried by his actions of throwing her, even if it was gently. 

"What's worse though.. Is.." He continued but stopped, hesitating with his words and she gave him a soft smile, coaxing him to continue, "There's a possibility she could be pregnant, though I haven't talked to her since I saw her last, about three months ago," he said quietly, fully aware now since he had so much time to think without her that he realized they didn't use protection, he was too caught up in the moment to even remember to.

"And what will you do if she is?" She asked with a serious tone, glaring into Marrick's eyes and hoping for the answer she wanted.

"I.. I don't know," he answered.

"Wrong," she answered quickly in return and he looked to her curiously, "Despite what you may think, and despite what has happened in the past, there is always room for happiness and love.. I know that this can sound selfish coming from someone who knows your history well, but there is always hope.. You still can fight it, fight the urges, be strong, Marrick. You shouldn't have to spend your days alone when you don't even know what will happen for sure until you give her a chance.. Give yourself a chance.. I know you can fight it, and I know you will do nothing to her that will cause her any physical harm, you're stronger than that. Look at how far you have made it already.. You're love for this dog alone proves that you are capable of loving another human being. Please believe me when I say that you will not be the one to end her life, no one will," she said sternly and gripped his hand once more, tears returning to her eyes and he looked to her with remorse. Marrick hated to admit it, but she was right; how could he know that he was incapable of beating this dangerous trait? 

"I believe that when she comes back, and she will, you should give her a chance, and prove to yourself that you are stronger than this," she paused, "And I want great-great nephews and nieces before I die," she added and he smiled as she chuckled lightly through her tears.

Marrick avoided eye contact with her as she looked to him lovingly, knowing that she probably couldn't help how she stared at him, but how could she not when he resembled his father so much? To his relief, she soon looked down at the table and continued her words.

"Where have you been? Where did you go the day your-" She began but stopped, thinking of Marrick's father, and Marrick could tell by the expression upon her face that she was still horrified by what he had done to their family.

"I.. Had just come home from school. I noticed blood on the ground everywhere. My mother was still alive, but barely, so I rushed to her side and all she told me was that she loved me and that I needed to leave, my father was still there. I heard him outside, and after I had stayed with her until she passed, I did as she asked and left. I ran away. I ran and ran for days.. Weeks.. I eventually wound up at an orphanage and they took me in, living there until I was 18 and I moved into my own place across the river from Bridgeport City after saving up whatever money I could get," Marrick replied and looked to her, watching as her expression went even more sad to his words and he sighed, "I've lived by myself since.. I never have noticed my behavior out of the ordinary however, until I met Sadie.. That's why I'm here, I guess.. I want her, but I don't want to hurt her," Marrick finished and didn't want to discuss anything more, he was getting a little overwhelmed with being there and he wanted to get out of the house. But, he had to admit, there were still a few things he wanted to know about..

"You are not your father, Marrick, it's important that you know that," she tried to make him feel better, and her words were slightly successful.

Marrick's great aunt could tell he wanted to know more by the expression on his face and she sighed, "What else did you want to know?"

He looked to her and continued, "Is he still out there?" He asked, referring to his father and he watched as she shook her head 'no'.

"They caught him almost immediately, he's been placed in a psyche ward," she paused, "He's still there to this day. I haven't seen him since his birthday.. About 10 years ago. It was the first time he had acted violently towards me, but he was subdued before he could hurt me," she replied, Marrick's fists balling in rage on how he still wanted to hurt their family, or whatever was left of it..

"Where is he being held?" Marrick more so demanded than asked, his grandmother growing worried.

"You shouldn't go there, Marrick, judging by how he acted towards me.. I can't even imagine what he might try with you," she said with fear in her tone, worried to lose the last heir of their family that wasn't dead or locked away. 

"Please, don't do anything foolish, I couldn't stand knowing this family would never live on, despite what our past has been.. Just forget about him.. Feel love and find happiness," she finished, Marrick keeping his blank expression as he looked to her pleading eyes.

Marrick had barely toughed the tea she had made for him when he had already decided to leave, standing from the chair and she looked to him with a confused expression.

"Do you have to go so soon?" She asked, looking to Marrick's eyes and knowing he had a lot to think about.

"..It was really great seeing you again," he said softly and she bowed her head, standing to her feet and coming into his arms for another hug.

"Please, don't be a stranger and come visit me more, I would love to meet Sadie some day, as well," she added and withdrew from the hug, looking to Marrick and smiling.

Marrick nodded, "Thank you," he replied and kissed her cheek, calling Archor to follow him and he left the home that flooded him with memories. Marrick walked to his car and let Archor in, getting in after him and pulling out of the driveway to leave his great aunt's home and his old neighborhood.

Marrick got home around seven at night and made dinner after he had fed Archor, sitting at his kitchen table and he thought of Sadie as he sat there in silence to himself, looking at the empty seat in front of him and wishing she was sitting there. Marrick began to think over his decision on making her leave now, wishing he hadn't done what he did and hoping she would come around again eventually as he looked to the back door, wanting to see her walking up to it with another pizza in her hands even though he had just eaten dinner.. He began to wonder if he had truly scared her away by how he had acted towards her, he was ashamed of his actions and his hope soon dwindled when he realized once more that it had been three months, she's not coming back, he thought to himself. He crossed his arms over the table, soon bringing his head down and laying it over them, shutting his eyes and wondering what he should do. Archor walked over to him and sat next to him, laying his chin down on his lap and laying a paw over his leg as if knowing his pain, missing Sadie as much as Marrick did.

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Original chapter written and posted on February 26, 2013