Kancer Kills

Chapter 1

The night is high and the clouds are gone. The stars and moon are illuminating the bright lights of the city below where the story begins. Waving in the wind of the night was a black leather trench coat. A man covered purple bruises and not a single hair anywhere on his pale white face. Leather pants and a black bullet proof vest he adorns. He wears black hockey mask to hide his disgusting disfigured face.

His fist is clenched and shaking as tears begin to run down his face. He shouts off top a roof but it falls into the random honking of cars below in the busy streets. He flails his arms about like a toddler.

"Why did you have to do this!? Why her!?" Mark screams out in the night with sorrow and rage in his voice. He falls onto his knees and wales as he shakes his head uncontrollably. His fits of rage cease when he begins to cough. He takes off his mask to reveal blood that just coughed up. He breathes heavily but stands up and puts back on the mask. "I've cheated the Grim Reaper more times than anyone I know, and I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me. But now I come to collect the souls that cheated and reaped benifit off of those they murdered." He walked over to the edge of the building and peered down at a nice little white house at the end of the block. The house sat nice and comfy at the corner with luscious green grass and the nicest neighborhood that any rich man could afford.

As Mark walked away from the edge of the roof there was a memory that came rushing back inside of his head.

It was a sunny day but the storm that was brooding was all but soon to come for Mark. He was at the time working in his lab. He finally made the cure to lung cancer that he was going to call Cureables. Which were pocket sized pill capsules that would produce more stem and white blood cells. He was so happy that he went home early that day to visit his wife. As he walked into this beloved home he saw his wife crying on their green sofa. The house was a mess with wine stains and lipstick all over the walls. Broken glass was layed about like sand. Mark ran to his wife's side and held her head close to his chest. Not a word was spoken about Mark's success, Jules's terrible day, or what had happened to the house. They sat there on the couch with their arms wrapped around each other as Jules cried. The very next day Mark learns that Jules had been fired and that he soon would be too.

Mark shakes his head out of the past and walks out of the building and walks towards the pretty white house. The people on the streets don't pay him any heed nor attention as they chat on their phones and tweet sad stories of their own pathetic lives. As clouds grouped together in the night sky everything became dark. The rain fell and the thunder came crashing down. As Mark stood in front of the white wooden door of the house he shook with not only anger but with fear. He pulled out a small revolver from a pocket from inside of his trench coat and knocked on the door three times.

Mark's eyes widen as a woman with long orange hair opens the door and smiles.

"Why who are you?" The woman asks. Her smile fades as Mark points the gun at her head. As she was about to scream the gun fires. Mark walks over her body and heads inside the house. A man runs to the front of the house from the bathroom. The house looks neat and tidy as Mark looks at the man. The man was in a business suit and appears to just have taken off his shoes at the front door. Mark points the gun at the man and begins to shake. The man slowly raises his hands in the air.

"It's you. Mark you don't have to do this." The man sheds tears as he sorrowfully states. Mark pulls back that hammer to his gun.

"David. You killed my wife. You will be a message to the others." Mark's voice is heavy with anger.

"Mark, you don't have to-" The gun fires and David drops to the floor. Mark runs out across the street and throws his mask to the side as he begins to throw up into the bushes that were planted firmly in David's neighbor's lawn. It was sickening to see his breakfast mixed with his blood. Mark thought so too as he vomited again. His mask lays there in the street as he stands over the bushes. He breathes deeply before walking back over to pick his mask up from the streets. He puts back on the mask and walks back inside of the house. David and his wife both layed dead on the floor with their blood decorating the house. Mark goes upstairs and into David's room. There he finds a giant black safe.

"Why did you have to steal it David?" Mark then opens the safe with no effort. Within it he finds an unregistered black handgun and a white pill bottle. Mark shakes the pill bottle near his ear to hear the rattle of pills inside. He opens the bottle and three huge white oval tablets come out and into Mark's hand. Mark grinds his teeth as he walks down stairs. He stands over David's body and shouts, "You did all this for greed! You killed my wife for money and some stupid pills!" Mark puts his gun up to David's head and roars in his face. Anger and Jules was the only thing going through Mark's mind. He wanted nothing more to shoot David over and over again. But Mark was mad,.. Not insane.