Hey look, chapter 2! Wow! Anyways, i've never written a story before, so this will probably be really bad, it's just a thing i've always wanted to do. If you're actually reading this, uh, thanks I guess.
Before he knew it, Marcus was already at the gym. He unfastened his bulletproof vest and layed it down by the treadmill. He got on and started it up, he never really was one for lifting weights. Albeit, Marcus wasn't weak, far from it, but he never was the bodybuilder type. The clock eventually rolled around to 8:48, where he decided to take a break. He stopped the treadmill and hopped off, picking up his vest. He wiped beads of sweat off of his forehead as he refastened the vest around his torso. He walked to the cafeteria and got himself a drink, as he never really liked to eat in the mornings. He checked his watch again, and it was 8:59. "Eight fi-" he was cut short by a loud rumble, shaking the facility.
The lights in the cafeteria flickered, and went out. Whispers filled the room, and Marcus stood up. Out of seemingly no-where, a green flash of electricity appeared in the room. The bolts bounced around in a short arc, and hit Marcus directly in the chest, sending him to his knees. He was struck in the chest once more, sending him to the ground. Panicked screams replaced the whispers, and an alarm sounded. Marcus' vision faded, and he fell unconscious.
Yeah uh, super short chapter I guess, my bad.