Part 1: And in shadowed halls…
Chapter 1
Marcus awoke to cigarette smoke, a smell of things past. But it wasn’t time for memories in these days, and he checked his revolver for ammo, 4 rounds. He sat up quickly as the smell grew more pungent, and soon Marcus was lost in the shadows. As Marcus carefully aimed down the sights a grimy, poorly shaven man came into view. His hands shook, the fingers covered in blackened cloth. Probably covering burns from where he let the cigarette burn to low Marcus thought silently to himself. He’s just some addict who wanted a place to rest his head thought Marcus as he slowly pulled his Bowie knife from it’s sheath on his leg. Just as Marcus was going to deliver the killing blow the familiar sound of a machete being slowly pulled from it’s sheath.”{censored} me.” Marcus cursed silently as he was led into a standing position by the knife point that was being pushed into the back of his neck, with more force than was necessary, but not enough to hurt him.”We need you again, Marcus.” said the dirty man standing before him. “What does your “Emperor” Vulpes need from me now, Marius.” Said Marcus, recognizing the man’s slender frame and the sense of self-importance that always seemed to cling to him. “He wishes to make it a surprise, now come.” Said Marius, now strolling slowly out of the room.