>< "LEXY!" An anxious voice snapped her eyes open and brought her back to consciousness; a new world of pain exploded in her side where she had been struck. "Oh my goodness, I thought you died!" Marcus laughed in relief, taking calming breaths and momentarily forgetting about the Fra'r behind him. Alexander ha

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" A three-year-old Marcus called in excitement, running towards his mother's side of the couch with a small Jack in the Box toy in hand. "Mama look," He said, excited to show his discovery to his mother. "You turn it and turn it and it comes out!" His excitement was beyond reasoning, and he didn't even notice that his mother was gone by the time Jack came out. "Mama?" He called. Everything was gone. His mother, his home, was gone. He chose a direction in the black void he found himself and ran. As he ran, he grew. He grew to become a powerful man capable of anything, but then his legs caught something and he fell. He looked back to see what tripped him; it was his mother's dead body. Bloody and wide-eyed. "Mama?" He said with teary eyes. "What happened, Mama?" "You could have saved us all." His mother's dead eyes looked straight into his, "Why didn't you take the bow? Why did you let us die?" "MAMA!" Marcus jumped to his feet with cold sweat, looking every w

Hello dear readers, 🙋 I hope you are following Marcus' adventure and enjoying the Hellstinger story. I will keep this short; I want to apologize for my inability to update chapters on a daily basis due to personal schedule. But I promise you. nothing less than three chapters to lighten up your weekends. Thanks for your understanding. Don't forget to leave your thoughts about the book so I would know if I'm satisfying you. Oh and in the next chapters, we see how Marcus' fighting and survival instincts helps him stay alive. But will he go unscathed?Anyways, bye for now, and enjoy...✨🙃yours truly,TM yomide.

"Damn, I'm drunk." Marcus thought to himself as he rushed out of the restroom. He knows Alexander can't possibly hold off all three men, especially the purple goatee giant. He had run out to get help only to find himself confusing the main exit with the restroom. "This is something Big Joe would've handled without breaking a sweat," Marcus mumbled to himself as he dashed across the dance floor with his eyes fixed on the door and his shoes flashing on two inches depth of water. He hadn't even noticed the fire alarms were still ringing, although he noticed the shower from the sprinkler system, he didn't notice the odor of the water, and he definitely didn't notice the black man running towards him from the side with the force of an army. He felt the black man slam into him in a spear dive, tackling him to the ground like a wrestler. The impact took the pair eight feet out, but the momentum as well as the liquid on the plastic flooring of the dance floor sent them sliding -

"Detective Matthew Hang," Alexander said as soon as a navy-blue-haired pot-bellied Asian man: in a peach shirt with rolled-up sleeves, brown elastic cross belt, and a black tie; walked into the interrogation room with a small pile of files in one hand and a steaming worldbest-grandma coffee mug in the other. "Man, you look like you've lost a lot of weight." She said with a mocking smirk on her face and a little bit of arrogance. "How is your hip?" "I don't feel like I will live much longer," Matt said, setting his mug down on the table as well as the files. "But I'll probably outlive someone, and out someone else in jail." 'How long has it been, seventeen years? Or is it twenty?" He said, putting both of his hands in his pant pockets. "Oh, and I got a promotion. It's Chief Hang now." "Congrats," Alexander said mockingly. "But I don't suppose it's long enough to dispose of your 'worldbest-grandma' coffee mug?" Alexander said with a smirk. "Oh yeah, ha ha!" Matt laughed, picking up