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Sakis’ finger jabbed into Marcus’ chest. All around them, students flowed toward their second class of the day, and Marcus had paused to relieve himself of the weight of his biology book. “You listen, and you listen good,” the satyr said in Greek. “You are going to run around. You are going to sweat like crazy. And you WILL wash off after. Walk into those showers with your head held high, and make those boys realise you’re the bravest of them all. No shame. Not one care in this world except to

The first warning of peril came as a thunderous knocking at the door. In the kitchen, Marcus froze with a spoon halfway to his mouth. It was barely ten in the morning. Sure, Jessica had left for work already, but the world was supposed to be waking up right now. Not trying to break his door down. Sakis took one look at the indecisive cereal tumbling from his spoon, and sighed. The satyr pushed his bowl aside, crossing to the curtained window right beside the front door. He scoffed a moment l

Knowing Sakis? Absolutely.

Marcus’ hands fiddled around the box in his sweatshirt. He tried not to look too suspicious — a tall order given the roar of the world that made him wince with nearly every step. Beside him, Sakis clutched Marcus’ headphones around his own ears, drawing out his own ancient suffering. He hadn’t stopped since Marcus summoned him that morning. Marcus had the feeling Sakis would never stop if Marcus didn’t make him. But he had more pressing worries at the moment. Stepping into Biology, his eyes

Marcus slipped into line before the risers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Erica cross themself, and Marcus’ heart collapsed into a dark hole. “So… that was some movie-” “I refuse to speak with you.” He bit his lip and stared straight ahead. That was uncalled for — surely if they just talked, they could sort this out like any rational people who happened to be discussing mythological beings. “Fine. Talk to Patrick, then,” he grumbled. “I’m sure he’ll validate your irrationality.”

Marcus shuffled uncertainly in line. The low hum of voices permeated his brain, cresting into a thunderous swell whenever he slipped into thinking about it. Buttery popcorn drifted on the air, and his stomach growled. His leg stimmed relentlessly, his eyes flicked every which way, he could barely pay attention to the colourful posters promoting whatever movies were playing that day. “Okay, double checking,” Brian said suddenly. “No pills of any kind today?” “Nope.” “Plenty of water?” Mar

It's basically Patrick trying to get Marcus out of his introverted shell. Patrick and Erica tutor each other during lunch, and since Marcus was there too, they dragged him into it.

“Step one.” Marcus shut his eyes. He felt his headphones slip off, and Patrick ruffled his hair, leaving it a bird’s nest with hairs sticking in every direction. “These are totally fucking you up, bro. They scream “I’M SPECIAL!” Not a good look.” “I need them,” Marcus protested, clapping the headphones back over his ears. “The world is obnoxious sometimes. People yell and scream, parents hate you, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Roll with the punches, and have a stiff drink a

Actually, this is the full story. It's just a short fanfiction that's been floating around in my mind since I finished the Old Peace quest.

The Dark Refractory is the key to unlocking memories long repressed. For Tenno, those memories rarely end happily.

The problem with the Dark Refractory was you never knew just what nightmares awaited. Well, among other problems, but as Sage awoke to the memory of being buried in an avalanche on Perita, they cursed their ignorance of just what memory this was above all else. Breaking free was easy. A few hundred tonnes of rubble wasn't going to keep a Warframe down, and even Dante, beloved scholar of the Entratis, was more than strong enough to escape the rocky tomb. And the instant their head broke the s

Out of necessity, Marcus ditched the school bus. Patrick didn’t know where he lived anymore. Of course, where there was one problem, dozens more were bound to appear. Patrick wasn’t allowed to run off on his own. Brian, of all people, had been pressed into service as Patrick’s school chauffeur/warden. A horrible decision, really, but they took full advantage. Trapped in a noxious backseat while Brian lit yet another cigarette, Marcus fought with the ancient car’s rolling window. He was absol

The secret was out. And life went on, with one huge caveat: Sakis was not to be alone with Marcus at any point. The two cackled about it the second they were on the bus together Monday morning. Walking to the bus stop, walking home, hell, three or four whole hours after school, Jessica was at work. And telling a teen no was tantamount to begging them to do whatever they shouldn’t. Yes, Marcus loved his mother, and respected her decisions. It didn’t mean he was going to follow every single or

It could all be over in one short sentence. Water poured over Marcus as he waged war in his mind. One sentence would spare Patrick a lifetime of agony. One sentence would condemn Marcus to some government lab somewhere. There was no in between either. He couldn’t march up to Patrick’s house with Sakis in tow; the whole conceit hinged on Sakis’ vanishing act. Either Marcus proved beyond a doubt that he controlled an immortal satyr, or Patrick continued living through unspeakable horrors.

Rob looked at his sheet. Rob looked at Marcus. Rob looked at his sheet. “F3,” he ordered. “Fa….” Frowning, Marcus tried the note, wobbling a bit, falling a little high… lower… nope, too low. Shit. “F5.” He worked higher, still wavering as he tried to exercise his voice. Rob grunted. “B2. Si….” Marcus copied him yet again… or tried to. A croaked falter cut him off, and he scowled, trying again. Another sigh. “Alto,” Rob conceded. “Keep on the border, though. When you break, you can