The Marked 35
The large metal door old an rusted hung loose to it’s attachments making it slam when closed.There was a half moon that night casting dark shadows onto the buildings below,a tall shadow appeared against rotten wood as a figure emerged. He was tall, wide shoulders raised high to support the large plastic bag he carried.
“Sicko, what the hell is he up to?” Test asked
“Whats he carring…Oh my god it’s a body!” Michelle whispered
They watched as he tossed the bag ontop of the clutter
scattered across the truck bed before getting in.
“What happened, you didn’t get enough kicks the last time?” Test growled starting the car engine.
“What are you going to do?” Michelle asked fearful
“I’m gonna follow that prick, my guess is he’s going to dump the body.” Test answered watching the truck pull out of the driveway.
“What are you going to do when we get there?” Michelle asked looking at her.
“We’re gonna make sure he never touches another girl again!” Test proclaimed