Third POV
"Yeah it's me."
Mark grunted out as he began patting him self down, looking for his gun.
"I thought you were in jail."
Bryon replied as he laid limp under Mark, even though he had the chance to push Mark off whilst looking for his gun. Bryon chose not too, by now, he was too amazed to see Mark in person once more, in addition, the same city that they grew up in together, as well as next to an old building they've made many memories in.
"Well, I'm out now."
Mark said with narrow eyes. He quickly found the gun and pulled it out of the pocket of his worn out jacket, and within a split second of the gun seeing the sunlight, the barrel of the gun was suddenly cold against the temple of Bryon's head.
Bryon's POV
I felt my self tense up as I felt the harshness of the metal the gun was made of be jammed beside my temple. I thought... thought for a few seconds, I had nothing no more, my mum died a year or two ago, but Mark didn't know this and I wasn't about to tell him.
All in all, Mark was the only thing left in my world, but I lost him the day I called the police on him for drug dealing. I had nothing. No body would care if I died. I made my decision, and this decision, was final.
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The Day Mark Killed Bryon
Fanfiction*includes spoilers for the story Tex by S.E. Hinton* ⚠️ Death & Swearing warning!! ⚠️ After spending 5 years of his life (and some) in McAllister jail, Mark Jennings was finally able to escape and conclude his plan of revenge to the fool that called...
