" Dude, stop runnig. Trust me , I don't have any weapons. We're in a California back alley and if you keep running you'll hit a dead end. Come on , just let me take you in. Four weeks is nothing in jail . Nothing will happen to you." Said Markus, no weapons in hand, no weapons anywhere. He'd not thought this little bounty hunting mission would be so hard but he'd been chasing one fifteen year old in California for days. He was evassive. Not evassive enough though. Markus had caught him and was trying to get him to just come to jail. So when the boy turned around he thought he'd one.
" What you f#cking B!tch. You have no weapons. What's gonna stop me from shooting you with the pistol in the back of my pants?Tell me grandpa , what?" The boy steadily took out the gun and pointed it to Mark.
Thomas, seeing he'd need more persuasion ,began to talk again." I know there must be some good in you. Would you really shoot me in cold blood? " With that he thrusted his hand forwards to grab the pistol. Wrong move though. Before the boy could even react properly he thought of the hand being thrusted out as a attack, so he quickly pulled the trigger of his pistol and two bullets rang out.
Those two bullets hit Markus who hadn't been able to move, being two feet away. One hit him straight in the chest, the other hit him in the abdnomn. Blood spurted out of his body. Dropping to the floor in the dirty back alley streets Markus's life spread before him like a distant image. His past, everything bad at first. Then the good slipped in. At that moment he knew he was going to die. A light showed itself above him and his body, against his will, walked to it. Then he was engulfed in the light. Like a solar eclipse then everything was black.
2 MONTHS LATER
The truth was real. Thoams had died within two minutes of being shot. His bounty had turned into his murderer. The boy was sadisticly scared. He had run like the wind but didn't escape the police. He was caught a hour later, in a McDonald's trying to grab some fastfood. There he was sent to prison, given the death sentence, and then killed in the electric chair a year later after a legal battle on his punishment being to "harsh" since he was underaged.
Markus was given a burial in Orlando, FL. There his sermon was held.
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" For those who knew him you knew he was a great kid. Killed at 17 and being a super powered being. I never thought i'd be delivering the last good-bye for someone like this. But, here I am, proven wrong. So let's give him our respects and pray ..." The Pastor looked around before continuing," Dear heavenly father, bless this boy, Markus Don Brice, for his couragous acts. He's died young and he probably knew it, for his job was dangerous. Take him as your son, your warrior, your angel. Give him the ending he truly deserves. Amen."
As the sermon ended Mark's most well known friends gave him their respects. The funny jokster, and the strong warrior, was dead. Nothing remained of his legacy, save his rememberence. What had he wasted his life for. To be buried, be killed by a nobody. Well it seemed that was the truth. For him his life ended on earth, but maybe Mark would get a new start in heaven..it all depended on the heavenly lord..would he be given another chance?Maybe as a regular person? making his money as a buisness man, or a technition. Well he could wonder.....it was all over.
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