The Taste Of Freedom & The Start Of Revenge

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Mark's POV
I finally escaped that damn place. I was on the run. What's the place I escaped? McAllister, located in Oklahoma. When did I escape? Today, Friday, October 31st 1975.
I don't remember how I managed to escape that place I was forced to call home for the past 8 years of my life. All I remember is killing one of the trustee officers during my gate away, and luckily, I was able to fulfil my dream of leaving, and soon enough, my big revenge plan will take place.

There's been an APB about me. The police is hunting me down and anyone who sees me is meant to call in. But I don't care who sees me, I only care that this one specific person who will conclude my revenge plan sees me. I'll be the last damn sight they see.

I soon got to the city, the city of Tulsa. I managed to travel this far by simply staying away from the road. Damn fools stick to the road. I know that fucker I'm looking for will be in the city, and I will find him.

I am carrying a gun, I can get this done and dusted within seconds. It's just the part of playing pirate and looking for treasure is the damn hardest part of hunting that bastard down.

I've been in Tulsa for at least an hour now, I found some sunglasses on the floor and I had them on so no one was suspicious of me, thank fuck. My hard, golden eyes were scanning around for him behind the shades, I would know him the second I see him. Him and his stupid dark hair and eyes.

After another hour of searching and risking my life, I found him, all by chance too. I grabbed his arm and began racing towards an alleyway which was near an old bar me this prick and I use to go to often to hang out. The owner died before I went to jail, I witnessed his death, he was only 22 at the time. Fortunately for me, the man I was dragging alongside me didn't fight or push me away, he just let his feet follow me.

Once we got to the alleyway and I made sure it was empty before I pushed my foster brother onto the ground and sat on his chest, pinning his elbows down with my knees.

"Hello Bryon."


TBC..
Word Count: 407

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