Author's Note: Let's say Henry never died after that fall. Yes, I know what you're thinking, "Are you crazy? There's no way he could have survived." Over the years, I've been drawn to write many fanfics of "The Good Son" and they are all scenarios of how I think Henry would be and the twisted things he would do if he had survived. I am aware it would've been impossible, but I enjoy the 'what if' ;)
Mark and Henry are in their late 20s here and are the main focus of this one, which is why Susan, Wallace, and Jack are not in it. You'll find out about Connie later.
Jennifer Narz, a young brunette woman, 23 years of age, is walking alongside a road one afternoon when Mark Evans, on his way to visit Richard Evans' grave, drives by but then decides to pull over and back up until he reaches her.
"Excuse me miss..." He began, and Jen paused to see what he needed, "..I'm a bit lost. I was wondering if you could give me some directions to Raulin Cemetery? I'm supposed to be at a memorial for Richard Evans and I don't want to be late."
Jen's jaw dropped at the mention of that name, "Richard..Evans..? How did you know him?" Mark stared at her for a moment, wondering why this woman suddenly seemed so uneasy, "Well.. he was my little cousin.. murdered when he was just a baby."
"Huh? Murdered..?" Jen repeated, seeming even more shocked now, "Wh.. murdered?!"
Noticing her increased anxiety, Mark turned off his truck engine and was ready to assist. He did have a caring heart, after all. "Yeah.. he had this psycho older brother who drowned him in a bath tub, out of jealousy." Mark explained.
Jen was very confused and seemed a bit out-of-it now as she stepped back and spoke in a low voice as if talking to herself, but Mark would still hear the name, "Henry..?"
Mark went wide-eyed at that, "What?!"
Snapping back to reality suddenly, Jen shook her head, "N-Nothing. I'm sorry.. I'm not sure how to get to that cemetery." Immediately following the last word, she turned and took off running into the forest.
"Hey! Wait!" Mark shouted, shoving his keys into his pants pocket and got out of the vehicle to chase after her, "Miss! Stop!" When Jen had noticed him chasing and gaining on her, she grabbed a branch that lay nearby on the ground. It wasn't too heavy, but still looked like it could do some damage if she needed to defend herself. She spun around to face him as he closed in, "Who are you, and WHY are you telling lies about Henry Evans?!"
Her voiced was raised in anger and she held the branch up in a threatening manner. Mark froze and raised his hands up in front of him, "Whoa! Hold on.. nothing I've said is a lie! How did you know Henry..?" She lowered the branch, but only slightly as she kept her eyes on him, hesitant and out of breath now as she answered, "I'm...his...girlfriend."
Mark's eyes widen and jaw drops in shock, "His girlfriend?! Are you tell me that PSYCHOTIC FUCK is alive?!" As he begins to step forward toward her once more, Jen panics and swings the branch, striking Mark across the face, "Stay back!"
Mark stumbled just a bit, now holding one hand over the spot he was hit. "Calm down, I'd just like to know how he's alive after the fall 15 years ago."
Jen looked clueless, "Fall? What are you talking about?"
He sighed, "So he doesn't talk about the past. No surprise there. Playing more games with people. Okay.. 15 years ago, he had a fall from a cliff. So high up, he should NOT have survived. Listen to me.. you're in a lot of danger with him. He's VERY cold-hearted and a killer! He plays mind games with people and gets off on it." There was warning in his tone, as well as concern. Mark did not want someone else to get hurt.
Jen lowered the branch again, "Stop lying. For as long as I've been with him, he's been friendly and kind to me." Again, Mark sighed, "That is what he does.. he tricks people into believing he's innocent and harmless!"
Shaking her head, Jen sighed, "You need to back off, okay? I'm not going to stand here and listen to someone I don't even know spew lies and slander about my boyfriend. Go away!"
Mark sighed, defeatedly, and nodded, but he wasn't going to give up completely. "Okay, I'll go back to my truck and let you be on your way, but please... is there a way I can reach you? I'm concerned about your safety."
"GET. LOST." Jen glared.
"Can I at least know your name?" Mark added, desperate to get any piece of information.
"Fine! It's Jen. Now PLEASE just GO."
Mark nodded a small smile on his lips as he turned away and spoke one last time, "I'm Mark. Just be careful, okay? And on the look-out." With that, he headed back to his truck without waiting to see if she'd respond anymore.
Once more, Jen sighed and looked so very annoyed as she dropped the branch and headed in the direction she was originally going, toward a cabin she shared with Henry. Only this time, she stayed in the woods as she walked.
Mark did glance back and notice this. Perhaps he would drive up the road a little ways and watch from a distance. No way in hell was he going to let someone else get hurt
Henry was DANGEROUS.
And in the distance, unbeknownst to Mark and Jen, he had been watching.