Markus Alvaros, Or Just Alvaros

Running Won't Solve Anything

More time passed and things got easier, but he couldn't keep his mind from traveling to McCree. He kept seeing himself as the gunslinger, running from police and getting arrested, being brought to a station while he tried to explain that he wasn't McCree. One night he decided that enough was enough. He may not have done much in his life, but he knew that he was worth more than this stress he was getting over nothing.

He decided to Message his uncle.

"Tio Eric

I need to get out of here soon. McCree is very nice to me, but I can't help think that my father is a criminal. Please take me to your house with Tia Lola."

The message back wasn't that much more reassuring.

"Mijo

I can't take you now, the crisis is awful in hawaii, but once we can, I will pick you up so that you can stay here instead of on a military base."

There was nothing he could do to escape. Or maybe there was. It was a last ditch effort, but it was something to get him out of there.

He was going to run away from the base. He had watched the ships enough to know when they came and when they left the port. The ferryman was old and he didn't check to see if you had a ticket till you were on the other side and onto the mainland of Spain. From there he would be able to buy a ticket or stow away to Hawaii.

Markus wrote a note to Bastion, hoping he would understand and that he could give it to Zenyatta who always kept secrets. He could trust Zenyatta.

It was still early morning when he packed some clothes, his money, his laptop and phone, along with some of the food that he could find in the cabinets. He also picked up McCree's hat hoping that he wouldn't notice that it was missing so easily. 4 AM in the morning. By the time he was ready, it was 5.

He went through the front, the fastest way to the Ferryman and his forgiving eyes, his heart racing, pounding in his chest. He was careful to avoid security bots, slinking past them. He was glad that he was so short for once.

He should have been paying attention. An arrow whizzed past him, scaring the lights out of him. He tried to dodge it but it hooked onto the loose cloth of his jacket, pulling him back and hooking him into a rock on the ground. From the same direction of the arrow came a man that looked like he walked out of a japanese story book. Markus couldn't help but start crying again. Scared and alone with the man that was going to end up killing him, an assassin. He looked mean, eyebrows scrutinizing him. Suddenly the days of skipping meals caught up to him as he felt lightheaded and dizzy.

"What did you steal." he demanded. He had the same accent as Genji.

"I didn't steal nothing sir! Please let me go! I didn't steal nothing!" He started to cry now.

"Let me see your eyes."

A strange request, but he lifted his head to show his face completely.

"I see. McCree is your father."

He huffed angrily. "No he ain't! He isn't my daddy! My daddy ran away before I was born and Mom said that it was a joke! McCree ain't my daddy no way no how cause I ain't a criminal!"

"Running will not solve your issue. It will only manifest inside you and the next thing you know, you'll be running from the law just as he has. McCree is not a criminal by choice. He made bad decisions, and he was once a child like you are."

"I don't understand what you mean sir.." Mark wiped his eyes.

"You are hungry."

"I am sir." He stood up slowly.