Something About Mark

Gunshot

 Sorry for no stories for a long time, I've been busy unpacking, brooding in the dark, and school. Aaand youtube.. I am always watching youtube videos. In fact, I'm watching one right now. I made a new book! Its about my poems and old essays.. Onto the story!

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  When I opened my eyes, I saw the damp room of the cellar I was laying in. Rubbing my eyes awake, I stood up, and stretched. I noticed nobody was outside my cellar. Neat. Walking to the door, I tested to see if it would open, strangely, it opened. Looking to make sure nobody was around, I walked out my cellar. Nobody is here.. Nobody is in any of the cells. Strange.

  Wandering around, trying to find the exit of this place, I found a person. Turning sharply, I hid behind the corner, watching as that person walked past. The person stopped walking, and turned to face me. We made eye contact, and as soon as I saw his face, I sucked in a sharp breath. "Mark," I rasped, voice barely a whisper.

  "Hello, Tyler." Mark said. But it didn't sound like him, it was Mark, but not Mark.

  "What're you doing here.. Mark?" I asked, now confused and shocked to see him here after what happened.

  "To kill you," Mark-but-not-Mark said. My eyes widened. "you know too much about what happened. You know I set you up, and in order to make sure you don't spill our secret, I'm going to kill you." Mark-but-not-Mark stated, pulling a gun from nowhere.

  I couldn't say anything, I couldn't move. I was frozen. Shocked. I tried to will my mind into moving, running, make sure he can't kill me, but I just. Can't.

  Mark-but-not-Mark said something, but I didn't hear him. He said three words, though. Then, he pulled the trigger. Shooting me right through my heart.

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The end!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!! I hope to update soon! I'm trying to write in more detail now, too. So I hope you like my better change in writing.

264 words in all, minus the A/N