Mark left, and let out a heavy sigh. "Sometimes I think you're too fucking threatening." Mark said to someone.
A silent response was given to the man as he got into his car. He had just gotten done negotiating with a couple of devil's to give some humans a contract. The devil's got to live for a time until Mark deemed them useless, and they would help kill the chainsaw brat.
"Well I think that fucking morons gonna fail. Knowing him, he'll try to take the kids heart, die and then we gotta make good on our promise."
Another response was given as Mark adjusted his review mirror, revealing that Marksman sat behind him in the car. "Good. the Car Devil is quite fun to torture."
In reality, this was Mark's perception of the Gun Devil, constantly around as the Marksman, unseen to anyone else.
"What the fuck ever. Talking to that prick pissed me off." Mark said as he opened his glove box and pulled out a notepad.
He crossed the Car Devil off the list and looked for who to speak with next.
"Marcus, one approaches." The gun devil spoke before vanishing from Mark's psyche.
A knock on Mark's passenger side caused him to look up from his notes. Kobeni had arrived.
"Get in, I'm hungry so I'm treating you to lunch." Mark said as Kobeni opened the door and sat down.
Mark turned the car on and drove off.
"Mr. Mann, I had a question about this deal?" Kobeni asked.
"Yeah what is it?"
"What if I'm caught sir?"
"Then your bitch of a boss will kill you, turn you into one of her puppets and then you and whatever devil contract you have will be chained into her control." Mark explained so casually, you'd mistake it for the weather.
Kobeni's eyes shot open in fear.
Mark chuckled. "I'm fucking with you. (For the most part.) Kishibe's gonna get you out of the damn organization during the attack. Said he's got a burner job lined up at a burger place we frequent. They'll keep you on staff but you'll be on my payroll." Mark said with a chuckle after having seen Kobeni's shock and fear filled face.
The girl sighed in relief. "That's good I guess. So what do you have planned next?"
"I'm going to have my two employees kill your entire crew… except for that chick with the eye patch, and then I'm killing your boss." Mark said as he pulled into a drive through. Turning his attention to the food. "What do you want? I'm paying so don't worry about price."
"Oh. Just something…" Kobeni was about to ask for something cheap until Mark gave her a look that read 'What the fuck did I just say?' she nodded for a moment. "I'll have the twenty piece nugget and a burger, extra onions."
Mark nodded. "Good choice." He said before turning to look out the window and to the speaker box. "Yeah, two twenty pieces, A burger with extra onions, three large fries and a number four with two extra patties with a large Sprite and water." Mark ordered.
"4455 ¥ at the first window."
"Thank you." Mark said before pulling up, paying for his order, pulling up again and recieving his food.
The Hybrid and the Devil hunter ate their food in a nearby park.
"So let me get this right, your dad owns a pizza parlor, got attacked by the Pizza Devil and then had to climb a massive tower to stop the devil from destroying his shop?"
Kobeni nervously laughed. "Yes… it does sound quite silly when you say it like that."
"Sounds about as silly as most things in our world. Guy paid me nearly two million yen to kill a goldfish devil. Said it was the one thing that terrified him." Mark said with a laugh. "Trust me, giant floating Pizza Faces aren't as crazy as one thinks in this line of work."
Kobeni laughed before her cellphone began to rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and talked for a minute. She hung up and looked at Mark. "My superior wants me to go with her to kill a devil."
Mark held up his hand. "Say no more. I gotta get going anyways, got a few more people to talk to today to finalize that attack."
The two got back into Mark's car and drove off.
Two Hours Later
Mark kicked the man in his stomach, causing him to barf.
"These are my good pants asshole!" Mark shouted before kicking him again.
A devil hunter had recognized the hybrid and asked Mark to freeze. Mark ran into a dark Alleyway and waited for the moron to chase.
Currently, Mark was beating the moron down.
Finally, a loud Click-Clack was heard followed by a BLAM.
Mark walked out of the alleyway, his pants slightly covered in throw up and blood. He walked back over to his informant, who sat on a bench waiting for him. "Sorry about that. You were saying?"
The informant laughed. "I was saying the fourth division is an experimental division. It's more than likely that she'll send much more experienced hunters out first."
Mark chuckled. "Good. Then that's all I need. See ya around." Mark said, patting the man on the shoulder and shaking his hand before walking away.
Police arrived and the informant held up his hands in confusion, before he noticed the pistol Mark had created and placed into his hand.
For Mark, it was step one of almost every interaction he had to have. Don't get caught and Don't leave witnesses.
Mark drove back to bullet time. The office was closed, so Mark would be alone while he went upstairs to change his pants.
Mark was glad he bought the apartment above his office. It allowed him to always be ready for work and let his two employees sleep there if a job was particularly taxing.
But Mark wasn't alone. And he grew furious.
The man walked back to the stairs and looked into the office, now in a pair of sweatpants. "Look what the drug ridden hooker devil dragged in!" Mark cheered, before a crazed look filled his eyes. "Why the fuck are you in, my office?" He asked the red haired woman who had stood in the center of his office.
Makima giggled and put a hand up to cover her smile. "I was just wondering what the Marksman wanted with one of my employees. It's quite strange to see you interacting with anyone but Kishibe." She asked, feigning ignorance, as she had a curious look upon her face as she brought a hand up to finalize the look.
"Depends on which employee your talking about. The one I ate lunch with? The one I killed in an alleyway only twenty minutes ago, or maybe the one you had to give me false information?" Mark asked, feigning his own ignorance, however much more mockingly.
"Tsk, Tsk. Marcus, I thought we had a deal. You keep out of my affairs, and I keep out of yours."
"And I thought we agreed to keep a cease-fire. But apparently, some whore I know, you might know her. She's got red hair, piercing yellow eyes, the largest god complex on the planet, horrible curves, even worse sex. Yeah, she picked up that devil."
Makima froze for a moment before her face darkened. "You do not want this war Marcus."
Mark gripped the rails on the stairs, causing it to splinter in his hand. "Then someone should have kept their end of the deal. Makima…"
The two glared at each other for a moment. Before Makima sighed in defeat. "Very well Marcus. I tried this the easy way. Next we meet shall be the hard way." She said turning on a heel to leave. "And do be warned, I knew about the Eternity Devil, a tacky plan honestly. Using poor old Eternity like that, have you no shame?"
Mark's hand balled into fists with his nails drawing blood. "And I know about your fucking plan."
Makima stopped at the doorway. A scowl covering her face before it returned to her regular calm neutrality.
"If you think myself or Gun's gonna sit idly by while you get the Chainsaw Man ready, then your sorely fucking mistaken." Mark said as he descended the stairs. "We will stop you and your little cult."
Makima giggled and her eyes bore into Mark's. "Goodbye Marcus. I hope the next time I see you is in pieces."
"I hope the next time I see you is DEAD, CUM STAINED AND-" Mark began to shout before Makima closed the door behind him. A scowl covered her face.
She got into her car and the driver sped off. Her anger grew as she slammed a fist against the car door, denting it. She'd have to work fast before her biggest annoyance succeeded in his own plan.
With Mark
Mark was breathing feraly after having flipped over his desk with a mighty roar.
He glanced in a mirror behind his desk and saw the Marksman standing behind him. "We must work fast."
"i know."
"She is working our downfall. We cannot afford any failure."
"I Know."
The devil scoffed. "You are receiving a phone call…"
"I KN- What?" Mark had began to shout before looking down by his feet and saw that his phone was on the floor. He grabbed the phone off of the reciever and answered it.
"Hello, Marcus Mann, Bullet time."
A moment passed before Mark spoke. "Yes we do both contracted Devil killings as well as regular hits."
The gun devil watched as Mark's face twisted into a manic grin.
"I understand sir… and are there any special instructions for this kill?"
A moment passed before Marcus hung up the phone. He laughed evily. "Such a lush payday."
The Gun Devil was curious. "What happened?"
"I just got contracted by the American government. They want me to kill The Control Devil for 2.5 Billion Yen. An act decided upon by the united devil hunters."
Gun smirked as Mark reached into his now broken desk and pulled out a photo of Makima and a knife.
"Looks like we have some work to do." Mark said as he stabbed the photo of Makima onto his wall.
Beneath the photo, Mark had written a single word.
'Control'
[Outro 1: Toby Fox: Its Raining somewhere else ]
Mark sat on a bed with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, a sleeping woman behind him, and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked younger than normal with some stubble on his chin and almost buzz cut hair.
He barely moved, unless to take a swig from his scotch as a two credits to a voice actor and artist scrolled past him.
Marcus Xavier Mann (Fan Cast Voice Actor) : Johnny Young Bosch
Franklin (Pierce) Pierson:Yuri Lowenthal
Bartholomew (Burns) Heathwicke: Crispin Freeman
Reze: Monica Rial
Sword Hybrid: Christophee Sabot
Cover Art: Toxicure
Soon enough the woman in the bed sat up and grabbed Mark by the shoulder and pulled him under the blankets, ending the scene, as a braid of crimson hair sticks out from the top of the covers.