Markers Must Always Be Honored

Chapter 1

It was raining again. It had been raining for the past week, and it wasn't supposed to stop until Thursday. Honestly, I liked the rain. It helped me go to sleep, it was fun to play in, and it was very easy to hide in, especially when it's pouring down rain and everyone on the street has an umbrella.

Currently, my father and I were walking together through the rain. I had a bag on my back stuffed with clothes and a switchblade my dad gave me. Guns weren't allowed on school property, but Dad wanted me to have a weapon just in case. We knew how dangerous it was for me in this world, with or without my father. That was worth breaking a few rules.

"Dad?" I asked, looking at him from under my hood. He looked down at me to show that he was listening. "When will I see you again?"

He sighed softly. "Soon," he promised. "I will come back for you. It's dangerous right now, Blake."

"I know: the open contract. It's my fault you had to kill that man, Dad. I'm sorry," I apologized, turning my head so that the rain didn't get in my eyes. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"It's not you fault, kid."

We got to the front steps of the institution I was staying at. It was for people like me and Dad. Not assassins, no, a different breed of human. Mutants. I had found out about my powers not long after my thirteenth birthday, and now, at fifteen, I could control them better than ever before.

I looked back at the car, where Dog was sitting calmly in the backseat. I would miss him. "He'll be staying at the Continental," Dad promised. I nodded softly and knocked on the door. "I know you're safer here than there."

"I don't agree, Dad," I said softly as I pulled my hood down. There was a small cover for the front door so we wouldn't get any more soaked than before. "No business can be conducted on the Continental grounds. No one could hurt me there."

He shook his head with a quiet sigh. "Blake, some people don't give a shit about the rules, especially for 14 million dollars. This is the last place they'll look for you. You won't be hurt here."

I didn't reply but just nodded slightly. I knew he was right. No one ever thought John Wick was a mutant. He bled like a human, fought like a human. His mutation is invisible, just like mine. We keep our mutations very secret.

The door was opened by a lanky man in a lab coat. "Can I help you?"

Dad pulled out a small, round metal case: a marker. "Let me speak to Erik Lehnsherr. We have some things to talk about," he said, narrowing his eyes at the man at the door.

"Um, right this way," the man said, letting us in and shutting the door behind us. "I'm Hank McCoy."

I looked around. We were in a large lobby, with a couple kids sitting there doing homework. They all looked up at me and Dad for a minute as he replied. "John Wick. This is Blake, my daughter."

"Nice to meet you," Hank said as he led us down a hallway. Dad walked with his usual proud stature right beside him, while I walked behind him. I had more of a calm walk, but I still held myself tall. I had always been told that people will always take advantage of those who are weaker, and that I should never be weak like that.

Hank knocked on a door. "Professors? There's someone here to talk to Erik. Are you decent?"

"Yes!" Called a british voice from inside. It sounded a bit flustered but maybe that was just from Hank's question. "Come in, Hank."

I followed them in and saw two men sitting across from each other, playing chess. One of them was sitting back with his legs spread slightly, his tall, lean figure covered completely in a black turtleneck and dark jeans. His eyes were cold and hard, like he had been through hell, and his face was set. The other was the polar opposite. He was smaller. His blue eyes were soft and gentle, and he had a sweater vest over a white button up with black slacks to match the outfit. He was also in mechanical wheelchair. "Hello," the smaller one said. "I'm Charles Xavier, and this is my husband Erik Lehnsherr. Could we help you?"

"Could we have a moment with Erik alone?" Dad asked, looking down at the disabled man. He didn't seem so sure and looked to Erik, wanting his opinion on the matter. After a moment, the taller one nodded and motioned towards the door.

"Let's go, Hank. I need to check on Alex anyway," Charles said suspiciously, wheeling out of the room.

Dad looked down at me with the 'be quiet' look before glancing at Erik. "I told you to never come looking for me again, Wick," Lenhsherr said.

"You owe me," Dad replied, looking at Erik with that fire in his eyes that usually meant he wasn't joking around.

"After 13 years? I don't owe you shit. I have a life here, John, and I will not let you fuck that up for me," the man said harshly. "Sit down."

Dad nodded to an extra chair at a nearby table for me to sit in while he sat where Charles used to, since Erik had pulled him a chair using his mutant abilities. I sat down as Dad spoke up. "My daughter needs a place to stay. She's not safe with me, and you know she's not safe at the Continental, despite the rules. You of all people would know that."

"I have a husband, John. He barely knows what I used to do. He's still wide eyed and helpless against these powers we speak of. If I help you, the High Table will come for him and all the children here. I can't have that," Erik said, sitting across from him. Dad had pushed the marker across the table towards the retired assassin, but he simply pushed it back. "Your daughter cannot seek sanctuary here."

Dad held up his marker. "I was there for you, Erik. When you needed to get out for your family, I helped you find somewhere to stay. I am asking the same in return for Blake. The High Table can't do shit about a marker, especially since I still have 10 minutes," he replied, opening said marker. "This is your blood, Erik. You swore."

Lehnsherr looked up at me for a second. I could tell he was trying to find a reason to say no. He didn't want me or my father to be here, which I understood, but a little part of me was hoping and praying that he would still say yes.

"One year. She may stay under my supervision for one. Year," Erik said, glancing at my father as he grabbed the marker and closed it. "After that I don't want to see either of you again."

Dad let out a quiet sigh of relief as he looked back at me. I could see the weight that was lifted, the worry that melted away. He turned back to Erik and stood. "Thank you, Erik."

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