Sanders Sides Oneshots

Another Sneak Peak (A/N)

Third Person

Most people have a mark. It's a black blemish that can be found practically anywhere on your body, but it's more common to have the mark be on your hand or arm. Virgil Shaw, for instance, had a black handprint on upper arm. Fate alone decided who you were meant to share your life with, but even a force as great as it couldn't account for accidents.

At the age of eight, Virgil's mark turned whiter than anyone's skin could ever be. Of course, he didn't know why it did that. His first thought was that he had met his soulmate without realizing, but he could have sworn that the mark was supposed to disappear if they truly did touch. Only slightly confused by the change in color, he excitedly went to tell his mom when he noticed. She was far from joyful though when she saw it, and explained as carefully as she could what it actually meant.

Sorrow wasn't quite the word for what he felt after learning that his soulmate was gone. Why should he be upset? Sure, the person that was supposed to be his perfect match had passed, but he had never met the girl or rather guy. The only attachment he had to the mystery person was a now-white mark that said they were supposed to be together. So it wasn't a big deal, right?

In the years following, he had taken to wearing hoodies to hide the mark, since no makeup would cover it. Having to deal with the fact that he would probably die alone was bad enough without the pitiful stares people gave him whenever they saw the mark. Plenty of people thought it was weird to see a kid wearing long sleeves in the dead of summer, but he could live with that.

And now he was starting his junior year of high school. He was far from excited to return to the place that brought him little more than anxiety and stress. Sure, you could make the argument that he'd get to see his friends again, but he'd hung out with Logan, Janus, and Remy at least once a week all summer. He didn't particularly care about any other kids in the school, so why should he be excited?

He managed to drag himself out of bed after listening to his alarm go off for a solid five minutes. The first step in his routine was makeup, because if that went horribly wrong he'd have a ton of time to fix it. Who needs breakfast? Virgil didn't have a chance to think about such a disaster today though; a black mark had caught his attention.

It hardly counted as a handprint, it only showed what he guessed was a thumb, pointer finger, and middle finger. The mark was on his wrist, so either his soulmate was missing a few appendages, or the rest of their hand would be in contact with his hoodie when they met.

Except, they shouldn't be able to meet. His soulmate died years ago. So why did he have a new mark? The old one was still there, so what was this new one? He tried washing it off, tried covering it with makeup, but it wouldn't disappear. Just like a soulmate mark wouldn't.

It didn't make sense, you only get one soulmate. There was no way that the universe could ever make such a big mistake.

A/N: So this is the prologue for a future book of mine, The Universe's Mistake. There might be some edits by the time I actually make the book and stuff, but this is the gist of it