((Marco Hart Continued From Down In My Beast Hart I Build An Empire )) Marco's sunglasses were tipping down his face before Ace seemed aware that he was there. It seemed the safest way to acknowledge that was seen without triggering the paranoia anybody who had made it this far would be justified in...

He would have killed her. Marco struggled to be sure of much, but of that much he was sure. Abraham was callous. Spiteful. Petty. Remorseless. Outliving the wound she'd given him would set him on course, and next time he wouldn't play coy. He wouldn't come for Marco first either. Assuming Abraham ha...

It didn't make any sense for Katelynne's footsteps to be louder than the gunshots. Abraham's footsteps had been swallowed up entirely by the echo of the shotgun at a closer distance; maybe it was because he was trying to hide himself while Katelynne had nothing to obscure in her intent. Perhaps Marc...

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Something in his hand. He was looking at something in his hand. He was moving something in his hand. He was touching something in his hand. He wasn't looking at something in his hand, his eyes were closed, he was moving, he was touching something in his hand, flat on his back it was all that stood o...

Marco was a murderer. There wasn't a morning that passed without him reflecting on that since he'd killed Kayla. By the standards of every legal drama YouTube had offered him as white noise clips over the years there was debate to be had about whether what he'd done was some form of manslaughter bec...

Marco didn't want to need Katelynne's hand on his wrist. He wanted to say that he had already stopped, she was being overly cautious and they were on the same wavelength, Abraham leaving was what was best for all of them for all the myriad reasons he'd come back to over and over again about exposure...

Swapping Blaise for Marco, no death ideas needed!

Marco was waiting for the shots before they'd finished parading around Garren's body. It was the only way this could end. Abraham wasn't going to just let him leave no matter what he said, Marco couldn't trust that, he wouldn't allow himself to trust it. If it came to pass that they made their way a...

"I already told you." The sound had come from the kitchen. Three broad possibilities: First that it was nothing relevant beyond adding to the risk that he would get shot. Leaning into that would make him appear suspicious. Abraham believed that there was someone else here already and had n...

Taken neutrally it wasn't as lopsided a deal as could have been demanded. I went without saying that he wasn't going to let Marco pick the shotgun back up but he wasn't trying to search him and he hadn't demanded his supplies yet. Leaving the manor behind would be a setback but one that was preferab...

Blood pouring out of a bolt in Marceline's chest was the only memory he needed to let the shotgun go. Slow and easy, he didn't drop it, just eased it down to the floor where they wouldn't have any accidental misfires. Marco knew well where any sudden moves would lead them, so when the shotgun made c...

((Marco Hart Continued From It Don’t Matter If I’m Coming Home To You )) Marco's clothes hadn't dried by the time he couldn't hold off on sleep anymore. Scavenging through the master bedroom of the manor told him whoever had lived here before was larger than he was, which wasn't all that difficult a...

Blaise's head was twisted off to the side.

Swollen.

Malformed.

Blinking.