"I'm personally glad it's me going through this and not him. I love him, and he is so much stronger than me. I wouldn't be able to handle it if he was in my situation. I couldn't handle him dying. But cancer... It tears people apart. Everyone has their own experience with cancer. Either a loved one died, or someone comes out stronger. Me? I'm afraid it's too late for me." This is a very short fan fiction. A very sad fanfiction.

Mark follows in his grandfather's footsteps and heads off to the military. He writes letters home every week or so, but one week, they just stop. note// this is literally the first fanfiction i've ever wrote so don't critique it too harshly :)) thanks !

Mark doesn't care who the person is. He'll take what he can get and kill them. Never giving mercy. On the other hand, Sean has never murdered an innocent pedestrian. Instead of taking their lives, he takes their valuables instead. Both love to steal. Both dislike one another. Well that's not particularly true. Mark has a cold heart. Not only Sean is warming that heart of steel but he's also 'stealing' it too.