Kancer Kills

Chapter 2

Mark was done with his first target. He was too terrified and angry to function like a human being would. He just stood up and walked out of the house. He put the gun to the bottom of his chin and tears began to leave his eyes. Unfortunately for him lights began to flicker on in the homes of David's neighbors. Mark holsters the gun and runs away putting his mask on.

And it was only a year ago that everything turned for the worst for Mark. And now he is running away from his first murder.

It was just a week after Jules was fired. Mark was working in his lab thinking of the possibilities that the pill could do for other variants of cancer. As he was working and thinking, Mary walked into his lab with a metal tray with all sorts of mush on it. There was meat mush, potato mush, and some sort of vegetable mush. If you couldn't tell by my description the food looks and smells just awful. I was surprised when Mark just smiled and ate up the thing. Mary was a nice lunch lady. Looked harmless too. With her golden skin, skinny appearance, and her nice and expansive chef apron, she looked like a super thin chicken nugget. Too bad that her cooking looks like that of a cow that turned inside out. Mary would bring him and his coworkers three meals a day along with Jules. Mary was one of Jules best friends as she would bring her comfort food and chat with her. Mark always thought that Mary was the nicest person to exist. At least that is what he thought before Mary somehow disappeared when Jules was diagnosed with lung cancer.

Mark was with Jules that day at the hospital. Mark wasn't worried since he developed a cure for this type of thing. Except the doc and Jules both looked like I'd worried patients at the time. When Mark and Jules arrived back at the house that they both built from the ground up, they sat on the couch and looked into each other's eyes.

"Honey don't worry about this. Please. I will just grab the curables and then come home and you'll be better than ever." Mark said this with pride and hope in his tone. He smiles and places his hands on Jules's forearm.

"When you were out of the room honey the doctor said that the cancer is spreading faster than it normally should," Her lips began to shake as tears were bursting out. "I thought we would last longer! But the doc only gave me a month to live! I'm so sorry baby!" She curled up in a ball and wepted. Mark's heart must have skipped a beat as he just sat there with a frown and a blank stare. A stare that could write a whole novel on how cruel and unsavory the world felt that moment. He held his wife in his hands and he didn't leave her side that whole month.

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Mark was breathing heavily as he stepped out of a yellow cab. He walks out in front of a car shop. It looked at if no business was happening inside. You could hear a hammer striking metal and the sparks of yellow steal falling down onto the ground. Mark opens the metal door to the building and upon doing such a barrel of a man walks up to Mark,

"First target done. What do you need from me now?" The man with a voice deep and scared asked. Mark places the gun on the metal bench and sits down on a leather chair.

"Jacob, I had a really tough night and I really just need to collect my thoughts. I don't want to think about David." Mark places his hands at the side of his head and shakes his hand as he says this.

"But Mark, we need to talk about these things. And when you asked for my help my only request is that you talk to me about this sort of thing so I know your not just going loopy over this whole thing." Jacob's voice is filled with concern as he picks up the revolver and looks inside of the cylinder. "Why is there three bullets gone from here?" Mark pulls out a bullet from his pocket and tosses the bullet to Jacob. He catches the bullet and examines it.

"You always have to have a back up plan if you get caught. That's my back up plan." Mark has dead eyes and a face that only expression is that of dread and worry as he says this. Jacob shakes his head side to side slowly. Mark hunches over and rests his elbows on his knees. Mark coughs into his hands. He cocks his head at the sight of spit and blood. "Jacob, I just killed a man and his wife. And you're a car thief with skills that most would need. Why are so capable of doing so many different things that would aid society but yet end up still being a car thief?" Jacob goes over by his desk and looks down at the revolver.