Marcus The WhiteBlooded

Chapter Four

The next week I spent at work. A calculated routine. Get up do the dishes from the night before getting ready to go to work, go to school. come home to eat at home, leave the dishes out go to bed.

It ended when I went to David. He went home. Home to his mother. Olivia called me to tell me she was so grateful. Though she knew that he wasn't there legally. She asked me how I did it. I stiffened and I asked what she was talking about.

"I had nothing to do with this..." I tried to convince her but she wouldn't budge. I grit my teeth and I get up pacing in my room. There is no way out of this one. Damn you, David. Why did you put me in this? I touch my forehead and I rub it. I look around my room. I think of how to take Olivia out before I get into trouble. She can't be saying that she knows I'm the one who let out all those criminals. I sigh again and I rub my face. God this isn't gonna work out. I need to be at work and at school. They are the most credible source. If I skip a day I'm screwed. They can pin me down on my crimes. I ask to talk to David. She agrees.

David apologized so many times. I got mad and I told him to fix his mess. I couldn't fix it for him this time. I heard his voice go cold. His body goes rigid. His mind goes calculated.

"Should I...?" I stop him before can finish the sentence.

'It must be done..."

I heard the pain in his voice whenever we talked afterward. I could tell he was scared of me. Very scared of me. He was my right hand. Though he was very replaceable. Soon I went to see my inmates. Many had left thinking they may have the chance to get away and be safe in their old homes. What fools. They will die without my protection. I knew some would leave but not this many. Not this many. Not this many! I grab the closest inmate and I punch him.

"WHERE DID THEY ALL GO? WHERE DID HALF OF MY MEN GO?" he shook

in my grip. I felt my knuckles then. I hit him too hard. I felt the relaxing pain in my knuckles before I drop him. He answers as soon as his knees hit the floor

"T-they went home to their families, i-i stayed with my brother.." I think for half a second then I look at the inmate.

"What was your profession before this?" he answered almost immediately he had to swallow his wuss down his throat.

"Architecture" I smirk and a plan came to me. I know what to do. I knew how to fix this.

"Was it family business?" he nods. I saw everything fall into place. I wiped my bloody knuckles on my coat and I look around. These men are my future. I will rule the world with these men. They are the start of my rebellion. I stand on a box, and I look at my men. They looked at me with fear, but with a thing I just noticed. Loyalty. These men were loyal. I started.

"My men, you are the only ones left. I will weed you. Out. If you plot against me you are dead. If you try to leave our operation. You. are. Dead. if you look at me wrong if you don't do what I say; you are dead in more ways than one. If you try to call back home to mommy and daddy then go suck on some dick because you are weak and disgusting. You need to fix yourself." there was a chuckle. I see some men where scared. Others were amused by my words. Good. I already know who goes and who stays. I look at David, in the corner. Scared and curled into himself. "If you need to speak to me? Go through David. We will make this place home. This is now my rebellion. This is now my world. We are going to take the world boys!! We are gonna take high office because I want it!" I paused to take a breath. They aren't with me yet. I need them to cheer. "You will all rule. The people who put you in jail will suffer!! They will all die by your hands if you so desire!" that got me a few whoops. "If you were framed if you were put behind bars for no reason, or because the white blood did not work you will get your revenge. You will live to your fullest. You will be TREATED AS KINGS. NO! AS GODS!! SO TAKE MY WORDS NOW AND HELP ME TAKE THE WORLD FOR OUR OWN" everyone was cheering now. I realized by stating what was wrong with me that a lot of these men were put in here because of white blood. Now I know what I'm fighting for. I'm fighting because of a faulty, a mistake. I jump down from my box and my men flood me nudging me and cheering. I had one thing on my mind. Was I punishing myself for Nevada? There was no way. No way. No possible way. She was not my true love. She's six feet under. She is gone. She is not my problem.