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chapter one: Mark
Mark woke up with a loud yawn as his teacher called his name
“ so you find my class boring?”
“ no offense meant teacher but I had a lot of work to do last night.”
all the students laughed as mark spoke. Mark was an 18 year old high school student, this was the last class of the day he had to go to, earth science. Mark stood up to solved the problem on the board.
Mark is 6'1” he has dirty blond hair, sky blue eyes, and a fair complexion. He had on some jeans with white paint on some parts of it, the bottom of the jeans where oddly ripped. He left his silk white shirt's three top buttons open so that he could breath in the summer heat. this showed of some of his chest, for the most part if you look at him he looked like a twig, It wasn't till he took his shirt off that you saw how well built he was. As always after he solved the problem he sat back down on his chair and found he could not sleep any more so he listened to class till the bell rang.
“ you know if that shirt was not part of your look most of the girls here would so have torn it aside.”
mark turned around and smiled at one of his newest friends.
“and am I to believe that you would let that happen flora?” flora smiled she was a 15 year old student who just moved to mark's neighborhood. She is 5'6”, has a caramel complexion, she wears her hair in braids that fall around her face unless they are tied in a ponytail. She is wearing a tight fitting black v-neck shirt, And tight fitting jeans with black sneakers.
“ of course I would.” she responded as she hugged him. He hugged her back enjoying the feeling of warmth that came from a hug.
“ well come on lets go home.” after putting on his backpack he led the way to the bus. While they sat in silence a thought began to bug mark.
“hey flora how come you are in summer school?”
“ oh I was sick for most of last year so to make up the lost work I have to come here. why are you in summer school?”
“ I skipped my labs,this is the year I am going to graduate and I honestly could care less about it.”
“ that is not a good thing.”
“maybe it is maybe it isn't. But all I know is that I hope the teacher doesn't take it to hard that I sleep in her class.”
“ please the only reason she wakes you up is because it annoys the boys how most girls just look at you. You know you are a stereotype right?”
“ I am not a stereotype. I worked hard to get this body alright.”
“ oh. hey would you mind coming over to my house later on?”
“sure why not. well here we part ways”
as he said this they turned the corner and reached her house he watched her go in before he went into his own house.
Mark lives in a three story house. The house is built and decorated in what could be considered a Victorian style while still remaining quite modern. As he walked in the front door he was greeted by his mother.
“ son I am sorry I have to go to the company right now. you know where the dinner is right?” she kissed her son goodbye before she left, mark could only smile. He walked up to the second floor and went into the only door there. The whole second floor was considered his residence. Mark threw his book bag into a corner and threw himself on his bed. His walls where a dark blue, his floor is carpeted with a dark red carpet. His room is decorated by many weapons and trophies that he has earn in his life. Mark closed his eyes thinking of nothing but sleeping till he had to leave.
Three hours later mark made it to floras house she lived on a near by three story house. As always he went into the first door he saw. once there the maid let him in. the first floor belonged to flora and like always some of her friends where there. most of her friends where 16 or 17 but there were a few that where his age.
“ yo mark come here.” he smiled as he went to greet some of the guys in the room soon all where quite as they looked at the news report of what had happened that same afternoon.
“ that had to be fake right?”
they all looked at mark.
“ what you don't believe that is possible mark?”
“ well think about it who the hell can throw themselves of a roof and do all that? I mean even if you knew you had a rope on you. it would be nerve racking to fight in mid air like that.”
“ dude have you forgotten all the movies we saw. Maybe it is a stunt from a movie?”
“ I hope your right flora.” they spent the other five hours of the Friday night playing video games. At the end of the night mark said goodbye to all of floras friends and walked home he was surprised to see the limo of his father in the driveway.
“ dad's home?” he looked at his watch. “ but its only 3 in the morning. Crap.”
mark ran to his fathers study and found him shredding documents and putting things into his vault His father stopped when he saw his son. The look on his fathers eyes was a look that mark had never seen. Mark was the spiting image of his father, except for the fact that his fathers eyes where dark brown
“ father, what is going on?”
“ my god. Son..... I did not know what I was getting into. I...I...I am drooping the military experiments and some of my other projects.”
“Dad what are you talking about?” mark went and prepared a drink for his father just how his father liked it and gave it to him. His father drank it and seemed to calm down some. His father sat down on a chair. As did his son.
“where is your mother?”
“ she is at the company.”
“dear god I hope she did not went to the one I was in.”
“dad what is wrong?”
“leave me mark. I have to think for a while.”
mark looked at his father unsure of what would be the wisest thing to do. On one side he knew his father was not the suicidal kind, but on the other hand even tough he had calmed down. his father mentioned that he had some military projects. He never spoke of such things to him unless they where public knowledge. His father looked at him with a pleading look in his eyes.
“please mark could you please leave me alone for a while I think I might have said to”
He was interrupted by the ring of the phone he looked at it with dread and picked it up
“ hello ? Yes this is the Macmillan residence. Yes that is I. Yes that’s my real name. Yes I am Luis Macmillan. And why do you ask so much?”
he quickly hanged up on the phone and looked at his son. “ your mothers best friend is coming over tomorrow” he looked relieved by that. And sat on his chair.
“father?”
“yes”
“ I don't think you should be able to meet with any one until mother comes home.”
“ am I that unkempt?”
“no. but father you seemed preoccupied with something. Does it have to do with the chemical company?”
his father looked at him.
“son.... I do not think it would be wise for us to talk more about this.”
“ h'm alright but if I can guess. Dad you are being bullied, if you are doing something to better the human race or to help defend us from our enemies no one has the right to tell you not to do it.”
the father looked at his son as if he was looking at something he had lost long ago only to find it again where he never looked. He embraced his son.
“ thank you son. Now please leave me to think for a while.”
mark left his father alone going to his room to sleep the rest of the night away.

The desert road was boring to look at for most people but it was extremely calming to some people.
“ oh daughter seriously the desert?”
“ yes mother. I like nature is there a problem?”
“ no there isn't Victoria but..., Fine.”
Victoria stayed looking out the window into the dark road not knowing where her mother was taking her she decided to put on a black veil so her face could not be seen. Just then her cell phone vibrated she looked at it and answered it.
“hello?”
“ daughter 1?”
“ who is this?”
“this is son 3 I would like to know where you are.”
“ oh I got a tournament tomorrow so I am on the road.”
“h'm so I cant pick you up then. I shall talk to father and tell him.”
“ah... now now don't be so hasty why don't you tell me what he told you?”
her mother looked at her from the front seat.
“ mother private convo.”
“ daughter 1. father has told us that operation alpha bear is suspended and we are to return to base for assignments”
“tell him that I am taking a break from him and that I do not care what he has to say. he cheated on me for gods sake.”
“understood, live well daughter 1 may we speak again soon. Son 3 out.”
Victoria hesitated before she spoke. “and um tell Zetes that I would like to see him and that he is no rebound. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye Victoria and I would never be your rebound.”
they hanged up. Victoria on land and Zetes on the air each going there own way but each tied to the fate of a mark MacMillan