Chapter 78
700words
"It was even better when we had to travel around to take down-"
I held up my hand, interjecting his story with my wobbly smile. "I am sorry to ask this-what were your parents doin-oh wait," I clipped off my speech, gasping guiltily as I covered my mouth with my hands, casting my eyes nervously away. "I am sorry that must have been insensitive of me. You must have lost your parents at a young age." I said just above a whisper, my voice coated with sympathy.
"Oh no, they are alive." Mark said quickly, shaking his head with a passive expression.
"Then what the fuck were your parents doing!?" Mark flinched as I abruptly shot up from his lap, my body heaving in anger. "Didn't they question you whenever you would go out at night or whenever you would be gone for days!?" I shrieked.
How could they have never noticed their own son weird activities!?
Mark shrugs nonchalantly. "They were free spirited people. They felt that they should let their son be free."
"What!?" My shocked voice echoed throughout the whole room.
Chuckling, Mark reached out his hand and pulled me back on his lap, stroking my head in an attempt to call me down.
"No offense, but your parents are dumb." I grumbled.
Mark's eyes twinkled with mirth as he lets out pearls of laughter. "No offense taken. That's why their son is a genius."
I groaned rolling my eyes at that response.
"After working for him for some years I decided to go solo. I wanted to start to kill people in my own way, make it more challenging and entertaining."
"The Chess Player…" I breathed out.
Pinching my cheeks Mark gave me a knowing smile, affirming my thoughts. "Snake conceded to it, saying that I had deserved it after my years of loyal work. But four years ago, he approached me again saying that he wants me back in the gang, but I refused. He didn't relent and proceeded to threaten me with my parent's life but I still refused."
My jaw went slack and I could feel my eyes popping out my skull. "What!?" I yelled incredulously. "Don't you love your parents!?"
"I do, but not enough to give up my freedom." His voice was even and flat matching his stoic expression. Silence reigned the room as I stared at him stunned, my mind frazzled at his inability to be a normal human being.
Shaking my head in attempt to recollect my thoughts I decided to not even try to understand him anymore. Clearing my throat, I questioned
"So, is that why he is trying to take revenge on you?"
"Nope, I stabbed him in the gut and pushed him over a bridge in to a river after he tried to threaten me to hurt you." Mark said that swiftly without missing a beat; a smile etched on his face as if he did something admirable.
I blinked copiously, the corner of my mouth twitching into a timid smile. My brow twitched as I guided my ear with my hand closer to him, wondering if I had heard him correctly. "Y-you did what now?"
Scratching the back of his head he coughed nervously; his eyes not meeting mine. "I was sure he died." His words were carried out of his mouth carefully.
As if my body lost its energy, I could feel myself slumping in Mark's embrace, allowing my soul to depart with my body as I don't think that I can handle this anymore. Mark kept calling out to me with a flustered expression, worried as I was starting laugh with a tear in my eye.
I think that I have said this enough, but I am fucked.
