He Called It Marking

by daughterofthantos

He had a REASON. A reason he believed precluded TREASON . For in their SCREAMS he relived his DREAMS. And though they weren't NAÏVE, they would not put him in the GRAVE. For they were his LOVERS, soon to be MOTHERS. He wasn't OBTUSE. He hid the ABUSE. They called it Raping. He called it MARKING.

2. Julius and his unmarked Ms CARE STARES

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Chapter 2

IT BURNED MARK. The Marks burned Mark. Me. Father said that I was one of them, a shadow hunter. Father was "assuring me that the marks were safe," but my mind took a different route . I was one one of them. I grinned miraculously. "Markaculously." Father assumed my chance of demeanor was acceptance towards the marks. Acceptance towards the pain.

"Markemeneor? Markcceptance?" No I suppose that is too much. Ah the irony! I of all creatures would think something is too much? I have Acceptance towards the pain.

Andrew looked proud of his son, Mark. Proud of I, his creation. And he did not know that his son would make him prouder…

But I was not obtuse.

I hid the abuse.

I know my acts vile

—they destroyed smiles.

And uncovered Marks could cause riles.

So they were hid.

And I kept going miles

on his so called kid.

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" Isn't it weird to name a shadow hunter Mark," Julian, the kid remarked. Emma raised her eyebrows. For Marks' (his) sake he assumed. But a corner of her mouth quirked up.

"Like put a Mark on me Mark," he continued and the pair broke out in innocent laughter. His like a little brothers and hers' like a fireworks on a summer night. Hers like it wasn't marked at all.

He glared but he too couldn't help smiling, though for a very different reason. He incorporated his name MARK into his daily vocabulary. All inside his head ofcourse. Always inside his head.

"Oh I'll put a Mark on you child." He thought.. And you know what else is funny? His 'brother', second to he was given the name Julian— almost Julius. But Julian wasn't a king. He was Mark's peasant.

This was all inside Mark's head . He did not miss the fact that Miss. Carstairs took a liking to Mark. He would remember that, oh yes he would. He would remember her. STARES. Caring people are dangerous.

He also knew they were inseparable. Inside his heart though, he got a feeling that someday he'd Mark that up too.

For once he did not know know what to feel. For once he did not have his answer to everything. For once someone would be safe. For once his heart knew. He'd always thought a fine line was marked between feeling and knowing and your heart and your head. But his heart knew the kid would let the whole world Mark every inch of his mind, body and soul. But he would never ever in all of forever let anything Mark Miss Carstairs . He'd keep her laugh so you could hear fire works and see the stars and sunsets within it.