Mark woke up to the sound of something hitting rock, and someone cursing. He was confused, for many reasons. Why was it so dark? Why couldn't he feel anything? Why did he hear someone above him? He also didn't remember going to bed, or why he was.. wherever he is. Mark kicked his leg up, the tip of his converse hitting something soft. ' Dirt? ' He thought to himself, standing on his knees. He pushed up, attemping to push dirt out of the way. The layer of dirt was thin, as he pushed through it easily. When he broke through the top, he expected sunlight to hit his face, and to hear the singing of birds. Wait, no, he hated birds. Instead, he was met with no sunlight, and no singing birds. The world was a grey, boring, dull place. It looked like it was raining, not like he could feel it. A tool of some sort dropped from behind him, making a loud ' Clunk ' noise. Mark quickly turned around from inside the hole, and was met with.. A guy with knives sticking out of his head, and neck? He was terrified, quickly scrambling out of the hole and bumping into the back of a tree. Mark tried letting out a noise, but bothing came out. He tried moving his mouth, but it felt like it was.. glued.
The male cleared his throat,. " Ello! Didn't mean to scare ye there, mate. Just making ye a tombstone, don't mind me. " He paused, widening pitch black eyes with white irises, adding, " Oh! Mind telling me yer name? " He looked towards Mark expectantly, his grin widening every second. After a few minutes of trying to open his mouth to speak, a ripping noise filled the air, and he was able to speak. " M-Mark North. " he said nervously, suspiciously eyeing the Knife Kid. He looked about his age.. but still. " Nice name! I'm Aiden Cross! Nice to meet ye! " Aiden grinned once more, before getting up. " You new here? " He questioned, tilting his head. " New.. here? What do you mean? " Mark replied, deeply confused. " To DeadValley, Skell woods, of course! I'm guessing you are new here, then! " Aiden studied his face, before frowning. " You seem confused. Ancient burial ground, ye die here, and ye stay here. You're dead, Mark. " Aiden said, seriousness dripping from his tone. " I'm dead serious. Heh. Get it? Because i'm dead? And- " " I'm dead? B-but.. i'm alive, see? " Mark sputtered,. " Feel your pulse. " Aiden replied, watching him with interest.
Mark felt his pulse.. nothing. " Now, go look in that puddle right over there. " Mark slowly nodded, walking hesitantly over to the puddle. His appearance was.. unsettling, to say the least. Dirty blonde hair, Pale greyish skin, Pitch black eyes, and a few stitches on his lip. That explains why he wasn't able to speak. He sure did look dead, minus the black eyes.
As he stared at his reflection, memories flooded his vision. Getting hung, mostly, and a girl named.. Evelyn? She liked calling him Marker, for some odd reason. Mark fell down, landing on his bum.
" I don't get it. "
