Marvel's creations

chapter seven: let her go

Waiting in his friend's car a little far and hidden from the villa, mike was trying to understand what was Marvel doing there. The place was in the middle of nowhere, and it looked like it's owner was a very rich person. His friend kept asking about what the hell where they doing there, but Mike didn't actually know; he just felt worried when Marvel suddenly went out. He looked surprised and furious which made Mike worry about him even more. So, once he finished his breakfast he got out to check on him and try to figure out what was going on; he just couldn't wait till Marvel came back. He somehow felt obligated to know the truth, it was as if Marvel was his little brother who was hiding something big, really big. He waited in the car and kept thinking of what was going on there, was Marvel in trouble or even in danger? He didn't know for sure. Then suddenly, he heard an extremely loud voice, it was a gunshot. He began to sweat, a lot, then he began to tremble because he knew that Marvel didn't carry a gun with him, so he could be the one shot.

"what the hell was that" yelled his friend at the wheel

"I don't know... it doesn't sound good" he replied with an anxious tone

"we're leaving that's it" said his friend then began to start the engine

"no, we're staying! I'm not leaving till he comes out."

"didn't you hear the gunshot!"

"I did but we won't go in anyway so we're safe here" he replied confidently because he knew that he won't change his opinion about going in; even though he was worried about Marvel, he couldn't take the risk of going in because of his fear.

"okay then" his friend replied with a tone that was a bit more comfort than the past one he used.

Helplessly, Mike sat in the car hoping and praying that the sound he heard wasn't a gunshot. Even if it was a gunshot, he hoped that Marvel wasn't harmed because of it. After the three months they spent together, sort of, Mike discovered that they really became best friends. He couldn't let a day pass by without talking with him, or just hanging out with him. He hoped and hoped from the bottom of his heart that this night, everything would be okay; nothing would change anywhere.

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Inside the villa, rose was sitting on the ground in shock and staring at Marvel, who was lying unconscious on her lap. She gently laid him on the ground then stood up and found Carlos facing her. She pushed her sleeves up her hand and wiped her tear with them, because her hands were bloody. He looked at her then at Marvel with a triumphant look then began talking "I told you several times"

"ho-how could you do that!"

"you said yourself that he was a 'nobody'... why the madness now? Let's get the plan back on track"

"please, take him to any hospital...I'll continue the plan as you wish only if he goes right now" she told him begging

"taking him to the hospital is like giving myself to the police. I'm sorry but I won't do it" he replied with a smile as if he was enjoying her torture just like he enjoyed her father's misery.

"no look, just drop him in an area close to any hospital and call an ambulance and I'll take his phone so he won't have any evidence ... please"

He listened to her and thought it all through then he replied "okay then" but deep down it wasn't his plan to call an ambulance or anything. He just wanted to get rid of the body; he would never tell her though because he didn't want her to change her mind. Then he instructed the two guards standing and made sure that there would be no mistakes. Meanwhile, rose rushed inside and got a piece of paper and started writing quickly. She then glanced the guards moving Marvel, so she ran and pretended to hug him while she was actually placing the paper in his jacket's pocket. Carlos grabbed her arm and told her to stop wasting the time that was left for Marvel. The two guards then entered the car and took off. Rose was standing in still in shock and sobbing, then she took herself inside because she needed to sit down. Carlos was standing and thinking that he should have shot him in the head; but he was moving too fast and aiming was too hard.