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🅱️oxes be like

Markus exited the shop, the bright sun burning his retinas, even from a total of 92 million miles, give or take. Passing the load up truck, the shade was temporary relief. Continuing along the sidewalk, Markus could here the sound of Brutus yelling at the girl making the delivery. Yikes looks like hes passing the tough love around. Markus picked up the pace, heading for the large pile of boxes already removed from the back of the van. Picking up the smaller boxes and nestling some under his good arm. Markus glanced up, seeing Brutus red in the face, either from screaming or the heat. Markus looked back down to the boxes, letting his hurt arm dangle at his side. Walking past the truck he got back to the front of the shop. He pulled open the door with his poor arm, grabbing the knob so hard his knuckles turn white. Inhaling sharply he turned the knob quickly while pushing. Walking fast he quickly placed the smaller boxes onto the counter. Dropping to the ground he clutched his arm, nearly screaming as the flesh began to self cauterize. "What the hell?" Markus could feel the tears building up, it ached horribly, almost to the point of nausea. Shuddering, he swallowed thickly. It burned for what felt like a whole minute despite time barely passing. Groaning loudly, Markus began to stand on unstable legs. Looking down, he noticed a long box he had dropped had began to emit a faint glow. Picking it up, he felt his hand tingle like power was coursing through him, the aura around the box began to fade along with the sensations. Confused, he decided to ask Brutus for answers. Walking outside with the box, Markus could feel a strange energy emit from the box, causing him to become wary of it. Holding it out at arms length he began to move faster. "Brutus!" He yelled, practically running now, his fear getting the best of him.  Markus came to a halt and nearly dropped the  box, holding it by the corner with his index finger and thumb. "What the hell is this?" Markus had visible worry stretched across his face. "Ah, a special delivery!" Brutus held the box with his gloved hand. His thick fingers  began to move and twitch as he held the box. "Ah, its powering up again," was the only response to Markus' undying question. The box emitted a light blue aura, causing Markus to jump back. Brutus began to promptly shove the package into his apron pocket. Moving out of the way, Markus watched. It didn't seem to affect Brutus at all. Maybe that glove was helping somehow? Markus slowly followed after him, curious to see the boxes contents. Markus stopped, realizing he left the final boxes outside. Grumbling, he took the trolley and began to load boxes. Markus realized his arm wasn't bothering his as much as before so he began to use it. Kicking the trolley into position, he began to push it into the back storage room. He walked out into the sun, glaring. Heading for the last box, he decided to try lifting it. Bad idea. The box opened in the bottom, releasing its contents onto the floor. Lucky for him it was in a crate, wrapped in plastic. Grabbing the  crates and placing them onto the trolley he began to push. He was in the shade again. Pushing up the hill he grunted. Markus opened the door and dropped the unanimous crate inside. Heading out he sprinted. Hoping to see the box at least get tossed, along with its contents. Maybe somebody sent something wrong, or they're trying to kill Brutus. Not the first time. Pushing the door open, Markus watched the first customer of the day cast him a shady look. Watching the customer pass him he let out a sigh. Picking up his apron from the counter he headed to the cash register, ready for a long day of work. Brutus had already entered the backroom and hadn't called him to come see so the chance that he'll see the boxes contents is low. Customer one of the day has already tried to steal on multiple occasions on other days. Watching him head for the door made Markus look up, watching him closely, he noticed the light reflect of the stolen compass. Oh c'mon. Getting up customer one has already made a run for it. Kicking over the chair Markus began to run after him. He thought he was going to catch him and get the goods back, but then he crossed the street. "Fucking move, dickhead!" Was probably the last thing this poor guy heard before getting struck by a cyk, a large wheel powered by the driver pedaling. Tough way to go out. The cyclist stepped out once he parked on the side. Walking up to Markus he stared him down. "Hey," the cyclist practically yelled in his face, "you know him?" Markus sighed, "kinda?" Markus murmured. "Alright ,wise guy, since your pal there  fucked up my ride I guess your gonna have to pay for it." Perking up, he began to protest,"cut it there kid, I wont hesitate to run you over too." Feeling his wallet move from his back pocket he quickly turned around. "Hey!" Markus watched as the man's shadow began to slink back to the man. With his wallet, fantastic. "I hate to say this but, I need that back." The man snorted. "I said you'd have to pay!" "Yeah, tough luck pal!" The shadow lifted the wallet well above his head. "Try me kid." Was the only response he got. The man walked away. Markus tried one last attempt. Picking up a rock he threw it at the extended shadow. Passing right through it... oh no. The man stopped. You've fucking gone and done it now, was all Markus could think. The man turned around and unsheathed his pocket knife. "Your screwed!" Markus' conscious was practically yelling for him to run, but Markus couldn't move though, something was holding him in place. The man lunged toward him. Knocking Markus backwards, the man lifted his knife and recieved a kick to the face. Wait. Markus could see a large figure over him.  The figure moved over to the man. Getting up, Markus ran to the shop.