"I have tears from presidents, kings and queens, even servants. From them, I have power. Not the power of reigning over nations, but the power of knowing one's secrets."
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Mark, a renowned serial killer, murders celebrities of all kinds.
He makes i...
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The days passed by rather quick, and before they realized it, it was already Wednesday—one day before that fateful trade. The day Mark would be given to one of the most powerful and sadistic Evolveds in the world. The day he wondered if he'd lose his life or not.
They'd been training hard for the past four days, glossing over Evolved morals, knowledge—even education. When they had free time, they'd spar and find ways to make Mark seem like a more believable Evolved. Worked on his persona physically, mentally—rounded him out and erased anything too human about him.
No matter how convincing he looked now, Mark couldn't help but doubt himself.
Mark thickly swallowed and tried to push aside those thoughts, staring at himself paint his Evolved persona in the mirror. His hands worked a midnight black color into his skin, the enchanted paint cold. Dark stood behind him like a shadow, watching Mark go through his new routine carefully.
"W-what if Antinstine finds out," Mark suddenly blurted, breaking through the silence. He stopped kneading the color into his forearm, leaving the other one bare. Half lie, half truth.
Dark glanced up with those shocking red eyes of his, gazing at Mark in the mirror. He carefully lifted his hands and rested them on Mark's shoulders, massaging them carefully.
"The paint won't smudge," reassured Dark. "We tested that, remember?"
Mark swallowed, and he glanced over at the vial of black liquid on the vanity desk. "B-but—what if it—does."
Dark softly sighed, circling around Mark and blocking the mirror. He held the sides of Mark's arms, gazing into his eyes softly.
"You won't be there any longer than planned," he said. Dark reached behind him to grab the vial, pouring the thick, congealed substance into his hands. "I promise."
"Two weeks can feel like forever, though, " Mark muttered as Dark lifted his bare arm, working the paint into his skin.
Dark coated Mark's fingers, his hand... the substance slid beneath his palms with ease, and he coated Mark's entire forearm with pure black, stopping before the elbow. He pulled away and wiped his hands on a damp rag, the paint going away with mild ease. That didn't seem to ail Mark's worries.
"Come now," said Dark softly. "Before morning's gone."
Mark sighed and nodded, rubbing his hands together and following after Dark. They walked through the many halls, stopping in the main entrance. Equinox walked forward at the sight of them, dressed in her usual gothic attire.
"Viper," she greeted Mark, giving a playful smile. Mark frowned at that. "Are you ready?"
Dark gave a nod, and he stopped, turning towards Mark. He grabbed Mark's blackened hands and gazed down at them. "As much as I'd like to spend this last day with you," he said, voice soft and withdrawn, "I can't."
