I'll Be Good [boyXboy]

[ I'll be GooD ]

I'll be Good - Jaymes Young

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He chewed the bubblegum in his mouth shakily as anxiety rushed through his blood streams. He walked past the sleek large black vans parked in front of the large colorless warehouse with his hands planted in the pockets of his hoody. Marco, as everyone that knew of him called him, shoved away the large burgundy wooden door with enough force to cause a gust of dust to rise into the air.

His dark ominous eyes scanned where the men had held the hostages on the ground with their hands tied up and chuckled with a shake of his head. "Oh. He's here" one of them said easing down his gun a bit and another grumbled "Took long enough" earning a devious glare from Marco. "Who am I killing?"he asked nonchalantly staring at the line of generally young people kneeling on the ground with dark dirty cloth bags over their heads. About eight of them but that was just an estimate. He was too lazy to count them. Five males and three females all roughly a few years over twenty judging by the physique of their bodies. All were dressed inappropriately in just their undergarments. Marco chuckled at this as he rubbed his cold and rough pulsing palms together.

"Cap says all of them." one of the guys piped up causing one of the girls to begin sobbing loudly and Marco hummed in understanding as he moved towards the line. "Petty or serious?" he asked spitting his gum to the side causing the sobbing female to jolt and another to begin begging. "He said you should do whatever you wish" a gruff large bald headed man said and Marco chuckled as he pulled off his jacket.He stretched allowing a crack to echo through his back then slowly pulled down his hands to embrace the cold air inside. "Baseball bat anyone?" he asked humorously and one of the boys whimpered as the red headed girl screamed out " We're sorry! I swear it was only a joke! We didn't mean to-" "Didn't ask rouge" he said holding the red head harshly by her throat and she gasped for air as she tried to pry away his hand. Although Marco couldn't see her face and her physique wasn't his favorite, he was attracted to her. Not because of her, but because of the bloodlust he had and because he could practically hear the blood in her fighting to come up through her throat.

The more he squeezed her slender neck, the weaker she got, then finally he saw the blood sliding down the corner of her mouth. "Let her go!" one of the males yelled and he felt the sole of someone's foot come in contact with his knee. His grasp loosened on the girl causing her to fall on the ground choking and coughing on her own blood. "And who are you supposed to be?" he asked maintaining his rage as he looked down on one of the males that was more mature in his body.

"You don't have to know that but I know you are! You're just a dirty twisted coward who does dirty work for everyone else cause he has nothing else to do!" The young male yelled spitting on Marco's expensive black shoes and Marco looked down on his now glistening wet shoe. Kill him. Kill him now.  The thoughts had flown through every limb of body like fire crawling a trail of gasoline to a tank, then he exploded.In a matter of seconds his anger and blood lust had taken full control of him and he had been driving the tip of shoes in the boy's bare chest over and over again causing a loud commotion to rise among the others. Blood spew out of his mouth and his chest went burgundy with new bruises. The moment Marco had controlled himself, the boy had been wheezing heavily through broken ribs and the bag that was over his head had been discarded to the side. His hand weakly clutched his body and his ribcage as he wheezed loudly.

But Marco wasn't finished he went over to him and pressed down the sole of his foot onto his chest and the boy flailed miserably beneath his foot and he chuckled then spat back on him. "You're probably right about who I am. That goes to show that you know too much." he taunted bitterly pulling out a small sleek silencer and placed the cold nuzzle to the boy's forehead. "Now I have to kill you" he said in a low whisper and as the boy opened his mouth to let out a plead Marco pulled the trigger. From that moment he had a change of heart for the young teenagers. He was going to kill everyone of them with a bullet to the head. He wouldn't waste time torturing them even though that was exactly what he wanted to do.