The Marked

There is no greater hell than wanting to die but not being able to. Gideon Anderson is my name, and killing others is my game. I am a marked one, those damned for all eternity for something, they don't tell us what we did, only what they want from us.
NOTE: This movella contains graphic material, scens of violence and profuse language use. Not suggested for those opposed to such material; read with caution.


7. A Friend, A Girl, A Fight

   Gideon continued to grumble quietly to himself as he sat on the sofa leaving Lucy at the table in a state of bewilderment. She wondered what had suddenly put Gideon in a bad mood? The fact that it was Monday? Okay Mondays suck but does he really hate them that much?

   "You alright Gideon?" she asked in a quiet tone as she got up to join him on the sofa.

   "I'm not sure," Gideon replied tersely. He didn't even look at her as she sat down beside him. His mind was elsewhere, swirling over what was going to happen when Lucian got here. Hopefully the Organization had sent Lucian to the apartment without an escort of he would be screwed. 

   "Not sure about what?" Lucy broke in. "Not sure if you're alright or are you not sure about something else?"

   "Everything, there's really nothing I'm freaking sure about anymore!" He seemed to scream out in a fit of hysterics, this wasn't his style normally but he couldn't hold back the swelling pool of emotion and insanity inside himself anymore. Normally he would quell his tantrum by finding a way to kill himself, doing it and waiting for his mutated cells to repair and revive his body; he'd done it so many times before but he couldn't do it now, not with Lucy around, she'd freak. So he did something he hadn't done since he was young; he broke down and cried. 

   "My god," Lucy whispered to herself as she watched. "Never would have pictured Gideon with this much pent up sadness, I knew he was scarred, but not this bad," she thought to herself. Her maternal instincts kicked in and she found herself wrapping him in a tight hug and rocking him back and forth. "It's alright, it's alright," she whispered into his ear as he quietly cried. It was good to see him like this; she liked his hard side but she wanted to know if he truly had a softer side and this was it. With a heavy sigh Gideon finally calmed down enough to look Lucy in the eye.

   "Thanks," he said as he sat back on the sofa, letting his head flop back leaving him starring at the ceiling. "Really, thanks Lucy, I needed that." He inhaled and then exhaled deeply. "Lucy, can you keep a secret?"

   "I don't suppose why not," she replied in an unsuspecting tone. She figured what could Gideon possibly have to hide? He was just a kid like her who got dealt a bad hand in life. 

   "You know how I was able to save you right? Well i was able to do that because that's kind of what I do for a living."

   "Save people?" she replied confused. He looked at her in the eyes, with the most serious expression he could muster.

   "No," he replied. "I kill people for a living." He watched her as her expression went from laughter and denial to an utter sense of dread and uncertainty.

   "You're... You're serious?" She stammered. This wasn't right Gideon, a cold blooded killer for hire, it didn't make sense. "Gideon, you really kill for a living?"

   "Yeah," he quivered slightly. "I work for an Organization that works to eradicate people from the face of the Earth that they see as disturbers of the balance of things. In fact there was a gang member downtown who was murdered recently."

   "That was you?" she replied aghast. "Why would you do such a thing!?" she began to shrink away from him as her fears of what might come next began to manifest inside her head. 

   "That's his buisness and his alone," came another voice from behind. She turned to see another guy standing at the doorway with somewhat long, straight dirty blonde hair and thin wire rimmed glasses. He was in a beige suit with a red tie and light blue under shirt, he wore white loafers and carried a suitcase of black leather. "Oh shit," she began to panic in her mind. "They're gonna kill me, I don't want to die! I gotta get outta here!" 

   "No one's going to kill you miss," said the man in the suit as he strolled over to the sofa, slapped Gideon upside the head and placed his suitcase down on the coffee table. Lucian had to be calm, right now because he needed this girl to calm down; the last thing he wanted to do was to have to kill a potential innocent. He knew what the girl was thinking because one of the "gifts" Lucian had received as his treatment during his induction to the Organization was the ability to pick up on body language, emotion, and thought patterns that he could weave together and decipher what a person was thinking. 

   "What the hell did ya hit me for!?" Gideon yelped as he rubbed the back of his head, damn Lucian had a strong hand. 

   "For two things; One nonchalantly walking through a crowd of people after killing your target in a public area," Lucian started.

   "And the second reason?" Gideon asked.

   "The second reason," Lucian continued pointing at Lucy, "Is for involving an innocent! You know we aren't supposed to do that under any circumstances!" He starred at his friend with utter anger in his eyes. Gideon went to speak but Lucian cut him off. "I don't know what you think you're doing with a girl, what is she a two dollar whore!? What's the matter with yo-"

   Lucian fell to the floor following taking Gideon's fist to the side of his head. Gideon could deal with the verbal abuse but he would be damned if he let someone call poor Lucy a whore. "Don't you ever fucking call her a whore!" Gideon howled in a furious tone. "She's a girl who I saved from being killed, she's not in any way a whore so shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you!" Getting to his feet Lucian realized his mistake and aptly apologized; not cause he wanted to but he knew if he didn't than Gideon would probably throw him out of the third story window and then pound his broken body into a bloody pulp, Gideon could be very violent when he wanted to be. Immediately Gideon calmed down and flopped back on the couch.

   "I'm sorry Lucian, it's just she'd be dead without me and I kind of..." he trailed off. Lucian looked at his friend suspiciously.

   "You kind of what? Gideon." Lucy was becoming curious, was Gideon going to say he liked her? It sounded a little childish she knew but at the same time she liked him back despite what she had learned in the past few moments.

   "I... I like her, There! I said it!" he blurted out finally after a moment of silence. 

   "Oh boy," Lucian stated in a concerned tone. "This is gonna open up a can of worms that I really don't want any part in."

   "Please Lucian," Gideon asked, "As a friend, and a member of the Organization's council, is there something we can do?"

   Lucian thought about it for a while; he'd never seen Gideon become so attached to someone before. He didn't want to go against the Organization, but he didn't want to betray his friend either and so finally he came to the decision.

   "Keep her on the down low while I figure out what to do, I'll put you on an extended leave of absence so you can protect her," he finally answered. Gideon thanked him repetitively as he walked towards the door, even Lucy found respect for this seemingly cold businessman. The last word Lucian said to Gideon as he left was, "You owe me... Big time." 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...