Fic Post! "Marcus"

Apr 22, 2006 14:05

Title: Marcus
Author:miri_away
Type: Original
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Summary: Needing help is only the half of it.

AN: Original, and written so long ago I haven't the faintest what I was thinking, listening to or watching, so I'm just as clueless as the rest of you. Don't know what his problem is. This was probably a side-effect of late-night viewings of Fight Club and a hefty dose of apples and peanut butter. I like writing insane chars sometimes, but I doubt this is one of those times.


Marcus
May 11, 05

Marcus has a problem.

“Hello, Marcus!” they chorus.

Marcus needs help.

“Welcome, Marcus!” says the open-counselor lady, standing in the center of her Circle of Acceptance. “Here, you are free to express yourself and your feelings without fear of judgment or persecution.”

Of course, Marcus would never admit to these accusations.

“Everyone has problems,” his new ‘friend’ says in a misty voice, “but keeping them bottled up inside only makes them worse.”

That is, unless he had a court order hanging over his head.

“That’s what we’re here for-to listen, even when you scream. Let it out, Marcus, when you’re ready.”

Marcus is disinclined to accept such an offer.

“Let’s have you stand here-that’s it, right in the middle-and tell us what you’re here to do or what you’re here for.”

Marcus grudgingly straightens up.

“You’re here because you’re ordered to be here?” Friendly Lady asks, her smile tightening. “Marcus, besides that. What’ll you do while you’re here?”

Marcus is wishing he could sit down, is willing to pretend to listen.

“You’ll sit?” She lets her eyebrow move; the quirk, along with her parrot impersonation, making everything seem as if it’s the wrong answer. “You’ll listen? Anything to get me signing the paper saying you’re well fit for public-stop joking.” She laughs.

Marcus hates jokes.

“To get out,” she says quietly, just to him, “you’ll have to talk.”

Marcus doesn’t want to talk.

“You may sit, though.” She steps aside, pointing to a cold chair. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Marcus hates lying.

“But you could at least introduce yourself.” She whispers, not letting him head to his seat.

Marcus isn’t entirely sure who he is anymore, isn’t sure if he wants to share himself.

“You’ll be here for a long time otherwise.”

Marcus has a problem.

“Fine. Suit yourself.” She turns towards the group, a flower blooming amongst stunted shrubs, the issue forgotten and she probably doesn’t even care.

Marcus needs help.

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