Origin (Story)

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"Origin," was written to give backstory as to why Mark does not look like Boss. It concluded and debunked mutliple fan theories and finally explained. It contains very mature themes.
= Story =
==Chapter 1==
It was a beautiful yet scorching August afternoon in Texas, the sky a brilliant bright hue of orange and pink. It was indeed a beautiful sunset. Most of the school children had already made their ways back to their homes by now; The ones without extracurricular activities that is. A small few had stayed after; Some for sports, some for studying or clubs, etcetera. It was getting fairly late, so many of the people staying after were getting ready to head home. 
In the All Girls school of Dallas, Texas, a few particular seventeen year olds had stayed after considerably late.
"Girls?" a fairly aged librarian lady with dim brown hair questioned them, "it's getting pretty late. I'm about to lock the place up. You best be on your ways if you want to make it home on time!" She smiled at the three girls, catching their attention.
"Shoot!" a blonde girl with glasses explained, slamming down a thick book. The book made a loud smack as it hit the table. "What time is it?!"
"Five twenty!" the lady replied, grabbing a purse she had kept behind her desk.
"Five twenty?!" she replied, as if in disbelief, "Girls come on, we have to go!" she called. Two more girls, twins with red hair but different colored eyes, appeared from behind a shelf in the library.
"Right ahead of you." the one with blue eyes replied.
"Thank you!" the other one told the librarian before they speed walked down the hallway.
"Fuck..." the blonde exclaimed under her breath, "I'm going to be screwed."
She pushed open the door of the school, stepping out into the brightly lit outdoors.
"You think you're screwed?" The blue eyed twin questioned, "Delilah and I are probably going to get into more trouble than we already are..."
"Yeah," Delilah replied, looking down. "Darcy and I have been doing pretty terrible at calculus. That's why we decided to stay after with you and study."
"You two weren't studying though," the blonde giggled, noticing a car passing from the corner of her eye, "You and Darcy were just talking about Samuel again."
"Oh, stop it Maegan, no we weren't!" Darcy replied, giving a good laugh in return and noticing the car as well.
"I can't believe you're still together." Delilah spoke up.
"Why's that?" Darcy responded, looking up.
"It's just hard to see people these days keep steady relationships that last longer than two years I guess." Maegan answered. "I don't know." She turned her head around. The same car passed again. "But yeah, we'd better get going! We've already wasted enough time!" she added. The two twins nodded and they made their way onto the sidewalk.
"Hey!" the girls heard a male voice from a distance away. It was the guy from that car. If they weren't in such a hurry, the three would have been suspicious, but they already knew they would be late so they decided to go over to the voice.
In the car sat a brown haired man with blue eyes with sunglasses and sporting a red letterman jacket that appeared to indicate he had went to the other school.
"Hello," Maegan greeted, "Were you calling us?"
"Well indeed I was." he answered politely, taking a glance at Darcy as he smiled at her. "Oh, hey Darcy."
"Hello...?" Darcy replied, a bit confused as to how he knew her name.
"You're Samuel's girl, aren't you?" he asked. Darcy nodded, and he smiled. "I was his classmate when we went to high school a couple years ago," he explained, "does 'Alex Husher' ring a bell?"
Darcy thought for a moment before shaking her head. "No, sorry."
Alex pulled out a phone from his pocket. "I've got his number still, I can confirm it with him if you want."
"No it's fine, we're kind of in a hurry." Darcy answered, but the number had already been dialed. 
It rang for a couple of seconds before there was an answer. Upon answering, there was a quick and stern, "The fuck do you want, Husher?!" from the other end.
"Hey, Samuel!" Alex said, sounding friendly. "Remember me?"
"Yeah I do. Why?" Samuel replied in a hostile manner.
"Just thought I'd give you a quick call, see if you remembered me. That's it."
Before Samuel could even form a response, Alex ended the call.
"See?" Alex told Darcy. "We know each other."
"Well I'm happy that I've met a classmate of my boyfriend, but we have to go, we're running kind of late." Darcy explained.
"Really? How far do you all live from here?" Alex asked.
"We don't live that far away from here." Delilah told him.
"Oh really?" Alex inquired, sounding intrigued, "If you girls don't want to be late I'd be more than happy to give you a lift." He smiled.
"Would it be any trouble...?" Delilah asked.
"No, not at all!" Alex told her. "Just tell me where you all live so I can drop you off there."
"Alright," Delilah answered as she opened the door and led the other girls into the backseat. 
Maegan was a bit skeptical, but as her two friends were going, she had to follow. She closed the door as she entered. 
It was starting to get dark. Darcy looked out the window. "So you were Samuel's classmate, huh?" Darcy asked as Alex began to drive.
"Yep." he replied. "I met him my sophomore year."
"So how old are you?" Maegan questioned.
"Twenty." He replied. "I'm guessing all of you girls are eighteen?"
 "Yeah..." Maegan said suspiciously.
"Oh, reason I know is because Samuel's been with Darcy since his senior year. If you guys are seniors now that'd make you all eighteen."
"Mhmm." Darcy mumbled. The sky had grown dark. At least she would be home soon. Alex seemed to be driving at a fairly brisk pace, so she knew she'd be home soon.
"So thanks again for taking us home." Delilah told Alex as they neared closer to the girls' houses.
"Don't mention it." he responded, turning down a different road than what they had told him. Darcy and Delilah stayed silent while Maegan spoke up.
"Oh, this is the wrong way." she stated to him.
"I know." Alex replied in the usual happy tone they had grown used to hearing him use.
This sent chills down all three girls' spines. What the fuck was Alex doing? As they passed a street light, Delilah was unfortunate enough to catch a unsightly glimpse at Alex's pants. He had a fucking boner. Too terrified to tell the other two girls about it, she stayed silent, her heart pounding with newly developed fear. She knew what he was trying to do to them. She just couldn't believe what was happening. If only they had left earlier. 
As they all sat silently, Maegan decided to speak up. "So..." she questioned, trying her best to hide the sheer amount of terror she had in her voice, "...Where are you taking us?"
"I'm taking you guys home!" Alex beamed, as if nothing bad happened. This just made things a lot creepier for the girls.
"I-I see..." Maegan replied, "So why are we going the wrong way?"
"Just shut up and let me drive, ok?!" Alex hissed, breaking his friendly character.
At this point, all three girls were absolutely terrified, none of them had ever experienced this much horror in their lives. They looked out the windows to see that they were now in the middle of nowhere, the only things they saw were woods on each side of them. The car came to a slow stop and Alex unbuckled his seatbelt. Maegan failed to open the door, as it was locked.
"Don't worry, we're almost there, girls." Alex soothed. Despite his calm voice, it just added on to their terror. He turned his head over to them and climbed across the seat. He lunged at the three girls, only able to grab ahold of the two sisters. Maegan on the other hand, made a leap of faith over to the driver's seat, opened the door, and got the fuck out of there. The sisters' breathing intensified as his grip tightened on them.
"What are you doing!?" Delilah asked, petrified. Her heart had to have been beating at an alarmingly high rate.
"Well..." he whispered as they both tried effortlessly to squirm out of his grip, "I couldn't just let you girls leave without teaching you a lesson about being late." He met eyes with Darcy. "You all are very beautiful girls you know. Too bad your other friend decided to leave, she's really missing out."
"Please," Darcy pleaded, "Let us go."
Alex chuckled. "Let you go? Let you go without being taught a lesson? Of course not!"
Tears were streaming down both of the girls' faces. "Please," Delilah begged, "We won't tell anyone, promise!"
Alex chuckled again before fixing his grip enough to unzip his pants. "I don't believe you." 
Alex shifting his arm slightly was just enough for Delilah to slip away, making Alex fall on top of Darcy. She flung herself out of the door on the driver's side before he could grab her. "Little fucker..." he muttered to himself as he pinned himself over Darcy. "You're really gonna get it now."
Darcy only managed to scream and Delilah ran as if her life depended on it. She didn't know where Maegan had run off to, but Delilah sure knew where to go to. It was the closest place she could think of. Samuel's.
******
Completely out of breath, and her body completely trembling, Delilah frantically knocked on the door, praying that Samuel would answer. To her relief, he answered.
"Delilah?" he questioned, taking note of her terrified state. "What the fuck happened?"
"Guy... Alex... he..." Delilah had trouble breathing.
"Oh that asshole Husher? I had a bad feeling when he called me. What happened?"
"He had me... a-and Maegan, and Darcy..." her voice trembled.
"Calm down, Delilah. What'd he do?"
Delilah slowed down her pace a bit, taking a few deep breaths. Her heart still pounded. "I think he was trying to rape us..."
Samuel's eyes widened as he processed what she said. "What the fuck?!" he shouted, "Where are the others?!"
"Maegan ran off and... and Darcy's still there!"
"Fuck no!" Samuel replied as he made a mad dash inside his house before quickly coming back out with a flashlight and a loaded handgun. "Let's go."
"Alright." Delilah said, slightly relieved as she guided him back to where she last was. "This way."
"That fucking Husher..." Samuel muttered as he ran, "He's always had a reputation for this sort of shit." 
Delilah gasped for air. It was hard to see in the dark. "What are you going to do when we get there?" she asked.
"I'm going to shoot the bastard. And if I run out of bullets, I'm beating the shit out of him."
"Oh god..." Delilah stammered. "We've still got a little bit left before we get there."
"So run faster." Samuel commanded.
"I can't—!" Delilah quaked, "I wish I could, I really do, but..."
Before she knew it, Samuel had picked her up. He needed to get there as quickly as possible. He needed assurance. He needed to make sure Darcy was ok.
******
"Darcy!" both Samuel and Delilah shouted from nearby the place the whole thing happened at.
"God damn it, where are they?" Samuel grunted, shining his flashlight around.
"Samuel?!" He heard a voice call out from not too far away.
"Darcy?!" he answered, leading himself and Delilah over to where the sound was coming from. 
He saw Darcy rushing out of the woods and hurried over to her, embracing her in a tight hug. "Honey what happened? Are you ok?" he asked, his voice trembling as Delilah's had before.
"I-I don't know..." she answered, burying her face into his chest while sobbing.
"What do you mean you don't know? Darcy, where'd that bitch Husher go?"
"He left, Samuel, I don't know..." she said while sobbing.
"What'd he do to you?" he asked as calmly as he could, still hugging her.
"He... he..." she couldn't even finish, but Samuel knew what had happened already.
"Fuck..." he said to himself. "Darcy, you and your sister can come stay at my house tonight. I'll call your parents and let them know. Now tell me exactly what happened."
Darcy took a deep breath. "Alright... it all started when we walked out from school..."
==Chapter 2==
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It'd over a year since the horrible ordeal that occurred with the three girls, and so much had happened. Alex was now 'away,' but they had a strong feeling that would not last long. People hadn't taken the girls as seriously as they would've liked since they willingly went with Alex. But thankfully, all three were fine now, with no more worries other than the memories. Maegan had indeed called the police, but they had arrived too late, after everything happened and everyone was gone. The most shocking part out of all of this however, was that Alex had made Darcy pregnant. Not only that, but Darcy wanted to keep the child. This was a big shocker to literally everyone, and over and over again they asked Darcy if she was absolutely sure. Every time she said yes. The person that disagreed with her the most had to be Samuel, as he did not want anything to do with a child of his. In fact, he wasn't even ready for that. He was only twenty and Darcy was only eighteen. He wanted none of this, but yet, he stayed. He was aware of how much this would ruin his life, his future, but he couldn't just leave Darcy like that. Darcy had always talked about how she would like to have kids some day, but he didn't know the day would come so soon. She'd had a healthy baby boy, whom she had decided to call 'Markus.' Markus looked exactly like Alex, with his brown hair and tealish eyes. Samuel hated that. In fact, he hated Markus. But there was no way he was telling Darcy that. Darcy absolutely loved him, and Samuel could not quite figure out why. All Markus did was make their lives harder. He had to be the most annoying and demanding baby ever. Markus would cry often, and Darcy was the only one that could console him. It's almost as if Markus hated Samuel already, which was insane, as he was only six months old as of now. It seemed like Markus only wanted Darcy, and that made it extremely difficult for everyone. It had to be Darcy's fault though, as she barely ever let her son out of her sight, in fear something terrible might happen to him. She didn't want to take any chances. Her and Samuel were engaged, and were planning on moving to a smaller town a couple hours away sometime in the next year or so. Money wasn't something they exactly had plenty of, as Markus, planning a marriage, determining what jobs they'd have, and buying a house weren't exactly 'cheap.' And plus, they were so young. Darcy had to get most of her help from her family, who were all extremely understanding and helpful throughout all of this. They helped her out a lot in assisting to buy things for Markus. It was just insane how Darcy was so attached her son, the son that she didn't ask for. At least she loved him.
As a tired Darcy kissed the head of her six month old, she set him down in his crib to nap. But he didn't want to be put down. He wanted to stay in the warm embrace of his mother. He began to whimper as she set him down, and Darcy stroked his soft brown hair gently. 
"I know, Honey, I know. But please," she begged, "Go to sleep."
Mark had other plans. He was super restless despite it being one o-clock in the morning. His teal eyes stared back up at his exhausted mother as he saw her attempting to exit. As soon as she left the room, he started to cry, missing her already. 
Darcy stopped mid-step and returned back to him. He ceased his crying. "Markus, please. I have to sleep too."
Mark attempted to grab at her through his crib, but he sadly could not reach her. He whimpered once more, and Darcy gave in, picking him back up.
"Alright, you win..." Darcy muttered as the small child got comfortable in her arms. She watched as her fiancé made his way over to them with an exhausted expression, obviously not happy.
"Why the hell does he always cry at one in the goddamn morning?" Samuel asked, eying the baby in dislike.
"I don't know..." the red haired woman replied, looking down at her child. "He won't let me set him down either. He'll just cry."
"I knew you weren't ready for children." Samuel said to himself as Darcy's head turned over to look at him.
"You're the one that doesn't help me with him!" Darcy argued back, "It'd be so much easier if you at least helped a little." 
Mark began to get fussy again in her arms.
"Well you know, I'm always trying to work so you can keep that thing!"
"He is not a thing, Samuel, he's a person. He's your son."
"No he's not..." Samuel replied, dismayed. "He's Alex Husher's son."
"No Samuel, he's our son now. Treat him like one."
Samuel watched as the baby squirmed around in his mother's arms, crying. Darcy held him closer, and he kept crying. Darcy sighed. "I just don't know what his problem is..."
"Well, is he hungry?"
"I just fed him twenty minutes ago." Darcy replied, trying to comfort Mark.
"Well I don't know what his issue is then." said Samuel. He made his way back to the bedroom, dreading being up at this hour for something stupid.
Darcy kissed Mark's head. "Sweetheart, Mommy doesn't know what you want. Please go to sleep..." she met eyes with her child and rubbed his back gently in attempt to soothe him. He calmed down a little. Darcy sighed. She wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. Walking over to the couch, she sat down with Mark in her arms, hoping he'd fall asleep. He just kept squirming around. This would be a long eighteen years.
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