He slowly sat up in his bed and ruffled his hands through his hair and rubbed his face and eyes as he attempted to wake himself up. His arms stretched into the air as his body tensed and seized up as he stretched, the muscles on his arms and back and chest all twitched and momentarily tensed and then relaxed as he finished stretching. He slowly shuffled out from his bed and shuffled across the cold wooden floor as he made his way into his bathroom, wearing nothing but long, navy blue plaid sweatpants, exposing the duality angel wing tattoo on his back that he had gotten a few years back, which one could clearly understand as representing his battle with what was perceived as good or evil. After he had relieved himself in the bathroom, and finished preparing with a few morning routines as washing his hands, his face and brushing his teeth he combed his hair into a neat mess, or what he considered neat anyways, and dressed into what he would normally be seen in. Just a plain leather jacket, jeans, sunglasses, and a plain t-shirt, she examined his room further and grabbed his keys and phone, left his room, went down the small flight of stairs that lead from his room to the main room of his flat, and left as he locked it as he closed the door behind him.
He slowly made his way to the small parking garage where the apartment attendants could leave their vehicles and so forth. He walked over to one with a large tan, weatherproof tarp over it and removed it, revealing his China 350cc-Speed-Racing-Bike and his Bell Stryker Bike Helmet which he put on and sat atop his bike. After a moment he situated himself and exited the parking garage, to finish some errands for the day until he was going to work in the evening, first on his list was to find some breakfast.
He soon arrived to a small store on the end of a block that was a few stores down from the local bar he would frequently visit. He stopped his bike on the curb and removed his helmet, and after fixing his hair he got off and strode into the small store seeing as it had opened only a few short minutes ago. A small chime went off as the door was opened and Markus stepped in. Behind the counter on the right of the establishment stood a small, and well-aged woman, her dark almond-shaped eyes sat gently above her sunken and smooth cheeks, his dark hair hung loosely on her shoulders.
"Good morning, Markus." she said with a cheery voice as she looked at the young mad as the door sounded by the bell, alerting her to his presence as if it would have been needed. He had stopped by every day for the past four years to get his breakfast and daily things, and in the years they had become friends, if not close enough to be considered his only family.
Markus looked at her and gave her a gentle smile as he passed by the woman, "Good morning, Mrs. Chang." he greeted the aged Asian woman with a brief smile as he headed towards the back as he knew what he was there for. He would only be in the store for a few short minutes as he needed something to fill his stomach, which would easily be solved with a small bottle of juice and an apple pie or two from the shelf.
As Markus was in the back, another chime went off, not giving a second thought he continued on with his search for the delicious treats. Meanwhile up in the front of the store talking began to be heard. And from he could tell, it didn't sound very pleasant.
He slowly turned his attention to the talking that was going on, and from what he soon heard, made his jaw tense. Whoever had come in shortly after he did had gone directly up to the counter and began to talk rather loudly to the poor woman, who was only cowering behind the counter from what Markus could tell from where he was. And from his advantage point, whoever it was didn't know he was there. His fists clenched silently as he stood in the back and listened to what the man was saying.
"Just put it int he bag, don't make me hurt you, bitch!" he exclaimed as he pointed a black and metal object into the woman's face from his side of the counter.
This early on? Really? he thought to himself as he realized the situation that had arisen. As the man was obviously by himself, and not a very good thief as anyone with more than a few brain cells would have scanned the place better before making a mess like this. He knew what he would have to do before taking any action against the man, and be faster than him before he could hurt the woman.
Markus concentrated and formed dark shadows under his boots, and looked around for any cameras, seeing three of them. One aimed at the front door, one aimed in the back where he was but thankfully he was covered by one of the shelves, and one at the counter. Perfect,he thought to himself and swiftly using his affiliation with the shadows, caused them to swiftly cause the cameras to be covered for a short time, allowing him to move hastily and efficiently.
Now, with the cameras covered by pure darkness, and with nothing viewing him, he acted fast but in complete silence as his footsteps were silenced by the shadows under his feet. He slowly and quietly made his way to the front of the store, staying out of the robber's line of sight, and crept up behind him. As the man was still threatening the woman with violence and anger, now was his chance.
He placed a blade made from pure shadows in his hands, the material seeming to be alive but not at the same time, to the back of the man's neck and spoke with a low voice, "Before you make a mess, or well...Before you make me make a mess out of you, put the gun down and walk away. Or...You can continue, and then we'll have to clean up after you. Your choice." he said with a rather sharp tone.
The man froze in place as he felt the makeshift blade against the back of his neck, he didn't know what it was, but all he knew is that it was unbelievably cold and sharp. He placed the gun on the floor, and high tailed it out of the store, never looking at who spoke to him.
After a moment after the man ran out of the store and down the block and out of sight, Markus turned back to the woman behind the desk, and placed his things on the counter, the shadows covering the cameras and the floor had all but vanished. "Thanks, Mrs. Chang, you take care now, alright?[/color]" he said as he placed a ten dollar bill on the counter and exited the small store with his food in a small bag and left, the same chime going off as he left.
The old woman blinked for a few minutes, and nodded as he left. Normally anyone would have been terrified by what had taken place, and the sight that had transpired before them. But with that not having been the first time that Markus had to help her from a potential robbery, she only gave him a nod and accepted his money, acting as if nothing had happened.
Markus sighed as he exited and went back to his bike and thought for a moment, he shook his head as he ate his breakfast and took a few sips of his drink, "This is getting too monotonous..." he said to himself as he bit into the small apple pie and soon devoured the small portion. He got off of his bike and walked up a few more blocks as he came to the local bar and looked at the neon sign that read OPEN in large letters.
He opened the door as he pushed the metal fixture and stepped in. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and even some bodily fluids filled his nose, mainly blood due to all the fights that would often break out due to the constant drunkenness of the patrons. He examined the people that were currently in the scene, nothing was out of place. Many faces he had seen a multitude of times, and some he had never seen. But one stood out to him. The individual was in the far back left corner, a hood covered their face for the most part, aside from the long blonde hair that poked out from under the fabric.
"Good as any place to finally meet them, huh?" he mumbled to himself as he finally found the courage to walk over to the figure in the corner. Eventually, he strode across the floor and to the seat that the hooded figure sat. "Mind if I take a seat?" he asked, and without an answer he sat down anyway, the seat creaking from under his weight. Markus knew who this was, and he knew that this person knew who he was as well. No one of their status wouldn't, at least that is what he thought, but for now he would play the part of an innocent individual that was simply taking a seat until either the man spoke up, or something else would happen, but he knew for sure that he found who he was looking for.