Old friends (marr)(open for one more)

Mark pried his eyes open with a yawn. Since he had been back he had little sleep, every time he closed his eyes he saw his sister, or house up in flames again. But mostly he would see the bombs dropping around him. The blood of Okonkwo, and his body laying on the ground, then followed by the faces of everyone he had killed. Mark kept count, and it never seemed to end, it always climbed. It was 17 at this point, his most recent kill was a boy about his age.

Mark spent weeks stalking the boy, finding out he was on his own, and when the time came, Mark killed him and dragged him out into the woods, draining him body of blood. Mark had used the blood to get a new ID, under a fake name. Mark had reported to the justice hall when things were slow, and just before entering using a syringe to inject some of the boys blood into his index finger, then tying a piece of string around the middle of it, cutting off the circulation to make sure the blood would stay put. It worked well enough, and Mark was officially known James Author, age 17.

Mark pulled himself off the bench, looking to a clock hanging in the square, Mark would have to meet his contact in about two hours. His contact was one of his old rebel buddies. They had made an arrangement for him to smuggle Mark a pistol. Mark wanted to make sure he would be able to defend himself against a PK if needed, and Mark had become rather handy with firearms. Mark was confident that his friend would be able to preform, but in district two you never know.

Mark dragged himself along, feeling a bit light headed. It was probably because he had stood up to fast, but in that moment he stumbled a bit and gently knocked into someone. Mark quickly regained his balance, turning to say sorry. " I'm sorry, my fault, forgive me." Mark blinked for a moment as he looked at the woman he once knew, but she looked a lot different. Mark quickly looked away, and continued to walk, hoping she hadn't remembered him. It was probably stupid for him to do, he had just bumped into her but he wanted to stick as close to his cover identity as possible. Though seeing her brought back a lot of old memories, that made him hurt inside.

Mark continued forward until he heard the name Mark. 'Fuck.' Mark stopped as she spoke and told him to not walk away. Mark knew that voice, she seemed angry. Was it anger? Or had Mark been away so long that he had forgotten what she sounded like angry. Mark ran his hand through his head and turn, to the woman and put up an act, just in case there were any prying eyes. Mark had been a little paranoid since he had gotten back. With a sigh Mark blinked heavily, his sisters face flashing as he opened his eyes again. Mark let out "fuck" under his breath, his sister bringing back some painful memories.

Mark slowly turned around and looked over the woman. She looked... bigger. Ky was not a gluten, so she was not getting bigger because of food. Maybe some stomach issues? No, it couldn't be maybe if she was still with Matthew maybe pregnant. Mark took a few steps forward and gave her a nod, speaking softly. "Pregnant?" Mark asked with curious look, tilting his head and letting out a sigh, searching for a word other than pregnant to say, and eventually he found it.

" Well Kyanite, how are you?" Mark bit the inside of his cheek, he stood tall, and confident but in his face he was different, and in his eyes you could see the pain he felt, but he only showed it for a moment before pushing it all to the side and pushing his old look, and giving her a small smile " Long time, no see."