CHAPTER 3
SHADES OF GREY
Heavy set of morning. His head felt tired. He didn't want to do much of the day. Wanting to just lie there for a second or two. Wanting to be himself.
Wondering in his mind. Marcus opened his eyes. Knowing his struggle was real.
His eyes didn't want to see. Didn't want to wake. Marcus lied on his bed. Lying beside his wife Anya. Wide awake.
(Damn Hoffman...I mean really) he thought
Marcus felt the touch of Anya on his chest. She rested her head onto his breathing chest. She was sound asleep. Marcus didn't want to get up.
(Mailbox Kid...A young Locust...)he continued
Anya awoke. She yawned and sat up. Marcus closed his eyes. His arms under his head.
"Morning Baby"she said as she got up walking towards the bathroom
"Morning"he said
Marcus sat up. Getting his slippers.
(To think Anya has no idea what Hoffman did, wonder if Bernie found out) he continued thinking
FLASH BACK OF THE NIGHT...HOFFMAN FOUND THE RESPONSIBLE ONE FOR BREAKING HIS MAIL BOX...
8:45 PM
"AHHHHH!" Yelled the Young Locust struggling to move out of his chair
Hoffman smiled holding a large gear like Chainsaw. Turning it on. Marcus was behind him. Seeing his intentions.
Light above them moved left and right. Dangling. The Garage of Hoffman's was large. Large for 2 cars. Inside the tools were scattered.
(Damn?! Over a fucking mail box?!) thought Marcus
Hoffman wore some goggles. A long cloth. Gloves. Knives in his pockets. He smiled. Staring at the appliance named "CHAINSAW".
(! #$%# !)thought Marcus
"Now! YOU WILL NOT FUCK WITH MY MAIL BOX EVER AGAIN! EVER! OR I'LL SKULL FUCK YOU!" yelled Hoffman
Marcus stared at him. Seeing the ever threatening chainsaw stop at the half way from the Young Locust's face.
Turning chain of everlasting pain. The Locust's young eyes stared in such fear. His eyes didn't want to see anymore.
Frightened to death. The Locust didn't want anything else to do with what he did.
FLASH BACK ENDS...OF THAT NIGHT
MORNING AT FENIX'S HOUSE...
Eggs. Sent of fresh home made cooking. Marcus looked down at the pot. Eggs with bits of spice. Green and red spices. The way Dom makes them.
Marcus smelled the scent. Thinking Anya wouldn't mind this kind of cooking at all.
Marcus wore an apron that had a symbol of Gears.
(Home cooking for the wife...she'll love this) he thought
Marcus looked back seeing Anya walking into the kitchen. She looked at his back. Smiling at his attempt to make a decent breakfast.
Walking towards him. Marcus felt her heavenly touch over his back and her sweet kiss.
"Eggs special? Dom style, nice" she said
"The way you like them, and I hope this is good enough" said Marcus
"Yes it is, Marcus what Happened with Hoffman last night?"she asked
Marcus stopped his eggs. Looking at the pot. He wondered what to say.
"I went over for a drink" said Marcus
She stared at him. Wondering the truth. The every truth they share.
" Oh, Bernie found a broken chair and she was worried if you guys broke a bone" said Anya
Marcus looked at her.
"His chair was old, didn't think I'd be the one breaking stuff" he said
She laughed at him. Slapping ever so lightly onto his right hand shoulder.
"Didn't know you gained weight or either more muscle babe" she said
"Nah just simple muscle stance that's it" he said looking at her