~I'm too lazy to do the math so a long time ago~

Mark's POV

"Hey man how's it going!"

A large hand slapped my back.

I've been on the police force since I was 18. I'm still 18, but I learned the ropes early on.

I skipped a few grades and received a scholarship, though I was immediately asked to join the force.

Ever since I was little, I had a thing for being able to tell when people were lying.

I guess it became pretty useful.

I became a human lie detector, and I've never failed.

I was sitting in one of the small office spaces, playing Tetris on a high tech computer.

I felt something cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" A sweet voice said from behind me.

"Let me guess, Cinderella?"

"You always cease to amaze me Charming"

She walked up beside me, her silky blond hair wrapped up into a right bun. A few strands falling onto her face.

She was truly beautiful.

Cindy gave me a quick peck on the cheek before sitting on my desk.

Her sparkly blue top sparkled under the ceiling lights.

I met her a few months ago when I was sent to investigate her case.

There had been reports of cries and screams coming from her house.

She was being abused by her stepmother and all 2 of her step-sisters. She was being forced to be their maid.

Cindy was on the verge of dying. Her entire family recklessly beating her.

I remember running in and seeing her. Broken. Her eyes seemed lifeless.

I knew at that moment, I never wanted to see her like that again.

The police led a search while I was healing her.

They found a diary.

There was only one thing written in it. All over the pages. Every single one.

"Someday my prince will come"

Sometimes it would be in a neat cursive writing. And other times it seemed to pop out of her page and scratch at you.

After that, me and Cindy grew close and began to date.

But her family is still a touchy subject, so I make sure I'm extra careful not to bring to up.

My train of thought was broken by a hand on my shoulder.

I turned my chair around.

"You're Mr.Charming, correct?"

I nodded my head at the man in front of me.

"The boss wants to speak to you"

I gave Cindy a cautious look and followed the man.

He led me into a room where the boss sat.

The door shut behind me and I was alone with the boss.

"Um, yes sir"

"Mark. I have a special objective for you. You mustn't tell anyone that isn't extremely close to you"

I nodded in agreement.

"There's been a various amounts of murders. We have a suspicious man currently being help captive. We don't have enough information, all we know is that he's a suspect"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I need you to get the truth out of him. We can't afford to make any mistakes. You're the most reliable person we have"

"Where is he" I said in agreement.

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Here I was. In the deep, dark depths of solitary confinement. This place gave me the creeps. It was also filled with creeps.

The guards led me to the guys cell and slid open the metal door slowly.

A man with a bandana covering half of his face sat on the cement bench. He looked quite happy for a suspected murderer.

I walked inside steadily. This guy could possibly kill me. And I didn't want to die in a place like this.

The guards stood behind me, blocking the doorway. I nervously made my way to the man.

"Uh, it's nice to meet you. I'm M-"

"Mark Charming" The man's deep, raspy voice gave me shivers. As if he was shoving daggers down my throat.

"Um yes. I wanted to ask you some-"

"You want to know if I killed those people"

This guy is horrifying.

I put a hand on my neck and tried not to concentrate on how scared I was.

"Well when you put it that way-"

Man he just loves cutting me off

"Would you really like to know, boy? I've heard of you. The human lie detector. A goody two shoes. I bet you get everything you want. The perfect job, the perfect home. A life of perfection"

I tried to avoid it. But my mind wired itself differently. I knew that what he was saying was true.

"If I may, what's your name" I asked, trying to avoid.

"Scar"

Scar? Sounds like something you'd name a pet.

"Is that a nickname?"

He glared slightly at me.

"No"

There was a long moment of silence. Even his breaths seemed scary.

"I'm sorry to rush you Scar. But you need to tell me the information"

He chuckled a bit before looking up at me.

"Trying to be brave. I'll give you that credit. If you truly think I'll tell you immediately. Then. Yes. I killed them"

My eyes widened as I took a few steps back.

Maybe he was lying. Yeah. He was-He was.

He wasn't.

I quickly turned to the guards. My gut seemed to claw at my flesh. Splattered blood stained the walls. The guards were hanging from the walls, with knives sticking through their throats, keeping them hanging.

I remember running. And running. And Running.

Then it all went black.

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My ears rang. My eyes hurt.

My arms and legs are sore. I-I can't move my fingers. Or my toes.

I don't want to open my eyes.

But I did.

In front of me. In a glass case. Shards sticking through horrifying places of her body. Her back bent and positioned unnaturally.

Cinderella.

I only had the energy to choke back a sob.

I remember now.

~~~flashback more like flashfoot~~~~

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME, YOU HAVE TO RUN"

I grabbed Cindy's hand, of all the people in the world, she's the one I wanted to survive the most.

"CHARMING WHATS HAPPENING?!" Her voice cracking from fear.

I could hear the screams of my coworkers. The office was neighboring the prison. Scar followed me.

It's my fault.

We were tripping over our own feet but I refused to let go of her hand. My hair was in abnormal positions and my clothes were partly ripped.

Cindy and I ran into the woods as quickly as we could. Trying to pretend the screams weren't there. That people weren't actually dying.

We stopped for a second to rest. Not making a sound. There wasn't a crackle of leaves. Only the sound of our breaths.

Cindy had tears in her eyes. Her mouth was open. Her eyes became small and centered. Filled with fear and shock as she covered her mouth with her hands to block the sound if her bloodcurdling sobs.

I wrapped my arms around her and brought her near my chest.

It was only a matter of seconds.

The loud sound of ripping echoed through the trees. Cinderella's eyes widened even more. Small squeaks occasionally coming from her mouth.

"Cindy?"

Then I heard it. The sound of dripping. Each drop felt like knives down my throat. No.

No please no.

Her body fell towards me as I held her in my arms. A long shard of glass was sticking into her back.

Then I saw him. Scar. His bandana fell off, revealing a long, deep scar across his right eye.

My lungs felt like they had all the breath sucked from them. My heart beat seemed to bang against my chest.

This can't be happening. It felt like seconds. Ticking down.

I felt something grab my throat. Scar.

10

He slammed me against the tree.

9

I watched as Cinder fell to the ground. Barely breathing.

8

The hands around my neck tightened as I tried to run from the grip.

7

"You can't run from the darkness, boy" Scar growled out.

6

"Please. Please let m-Let me go" I choked out.

5

"I've dealt with cowards like you. It made me a murderer, but it was most definitely worth it" His nails slowly dug into my skin.

4

I watched as Scar reaches into his pocket.

3

He pulled out a long black cloth

2

"Lights out, Mark Charming"

1

Everything went black.

0

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Here I was. My arms tied to the wall. Large metal balls attached to my feet by chains.

The woman I loved being tortured in front of me.

That's when I saw it. A twitch. the slightest lift of her chest. Her fingers moving.

She was alive.

There were metal rods sticking through her wrists, weighing her arms down.

It took me a second to realize what they were. A second too late.

A shock of electricity banged against the glass as it surrounded her. Her screams deafened by the glass surrounding her.

"CINDY!"

I tried to run towards her. To help. But the chains on my hands help me back. She was being tortured in front of me.

And all I can do is watch.

I remember Scar standing in front of me. Saying something. But I stopped caring. All life had been sucked out of me that I felt no reason to keep going.

The last thing I remember from that day was the sound of my chains hitting the floor. And my feet slamming against the floor. Running away.

The vivid picture in my mind as I looked back and caught a glimpse of my dead girlfriends body hanging inside a metal cylinder. Blood covering her like a blanket. Her chest stopped lifting. Her hands stopped twitching.

She's dead.

~~~few years (or months I dunno) later~~~~

I was making my way to the bridge. After I ran away, I woke up in a completely different place. I found a temporary job to make a few bucks. But it's all useless.

I can't forget her.

Or how scared she was. I didn't want to feel this guilt any longer. I don't want to remember.

Today, I was going to end it all.

I was on my motorcycle, trying to forget her face. Making my way to my grave. The wind flying last my ears. I was gripping the handles as if my life depended on it.

There's no going back after this.

Good.

Almost too suddenly, loud horns and screeching filled the air.

I looked forward almost a second too late.

2 little girls.

I pulled the brakes as hard as I could.

The girl with white hair. She looks older.

She had her sister wrapped in a hug with her back facing my wheel. Ready to take the impact instead of the younger girl.

From that moment on. I stopped thinking about her.

My heart broke at the sight, but it seemed to be better than before.

I ran up to the children.

"Where are your parents?"

The older girl mumbled something. But I couldn't quite hear it.

"My name is Mark. You can trust me"

A/N

I'm so sorry.

I'm sososososososososososososo sorry.

IM SO FREAKING SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG AND I DONT HAVE AN EXCUSE I DIDNT LOOK AT THE TIME AND THIS CHAPTERS SHORT AND SUCKY IT WASNT EVEN THAT DESCRIPTIVE IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

OH GOSH I WANT TO CRY THIS IS SO LATE PLEASE FORGIVE ME GUYS I MADE A MISTAKE THERE WAS SO MUCH ANIME AND I JUST

IM SORRY

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YUP MARK IS PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA IS DEAD SORRY NOT SORRY ABOUT THAT I AM SORRY ABOUT THE LATE THING BUT NOT ABOUT THE DEATH THING.

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MAN IM SO SORRY THIS WASNT EVEN A REAL CHAPTER IT WAS A FILLER-LIKE THING IM SO SORRY IVE FAILED YOU GUYS

I KNOW IM APOLOGIZING ALOT BUT I FEEL SO TERRIBLE IM SO SORRY GUYS

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GOT BACK INTO FAIRY TAIL

BUT IM ALSO STUCK WATCHING BROTHERS CONFLICT.

Anime is ruining my life.

I've gotten to that weaboo point to where every time I look at someone the first thing I think of is who they could cosplay.

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OTP RANK SINCE JELSA ISNT MY NUMBER ONE

1. WHITE ROSE (rwby)

2. JELSA

3. REYNABETH (sorry not sorry PJO/HOO fans)

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I STILL FEEL GUILTY IM SO SORRY

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OKAY TO REPAY YOU GUYS FOR MY SUCKINESS.

ILL POST THE SEQUEL COVER ON WATTPAD

MAYBE TODAY.

MAYBE TOMORROW

MAYBE RIGHT NOW I DUNNO BUT I NEED TO DO SOMETHING FOR YOU GUYS.