𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸𝔀...

𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱...

Yup. Marcus' brother is alive. Trust me. This isn't an ass pull or bad writing. I will show you how he's alive.

Enjoy...

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A few months back, during the events of Dressed to Kill...

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BEEP!

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BEEP!

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BEEP!

"Doctor? Doctor! He's gaining consciousness!"

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'Ugh... my head... I feel... woozy...'

A Louisiana doctor rushed into the medical room and saw his patient slowly rising like Frankenstein. He approached the patient with caution.

"Are you alright sir...?"

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The patient rubs his head and feels his eye scar.

"Do you remember what happened? Do you remember your name?" The doctor asked him.

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"My name..."

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My name is Nathan Graves... I'm the older brother of Marcus Graves by a few months. The Ku Klux Klan kidnapped me on my way home from high school back in 2006. I've been in a coma since due to blood loss. It's now 2009, three years since that incident.

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 Two days later...

Walking out of the hospital after being dismissed, Nathan looked at the bright orange ball that was the sun. Shielding his eyes from it, he looks ahead to see a muscle car with a man in his early sixties. 

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"Grandpa?" Nathan asked, recognizing the face immediately. 

Lincoln Clay looked at Nathan with a small smile, glad to see him alive.

"Thought you were ash kid. Marcus told me you were supposedly dead," Lincoln said to him.

"I died? I just lost a lot of blood and passed out," Nathan replied. That made Lincoln narrow his eyes.

'Interesting....'

"Get in. We're gonna miss a court case," Lincoln said. Nathan raised an eyebrow at this.

'What court case...?'

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Lincoln's house...

"All rise..."

The judge on the TV ordered everyone present in the court case to stand before the judge.

"We are now here to witness the case of Jeffery (L/N)..." 

The camera panned to Jeffery, him wearing an arm cast due to his wounded shoulder.