The night sky would have been beautiful for most people but this night was different. The bright moon was covered by dark grey clouds that began to release the contents it was carrying. The sound of heavy rain began to spread every part of the small town and bullied it as the dominant piece of sad music. The only other sound that was heard was the sound of heavy boots storming down an abandoned alley near the mill district. The only district that every other resident stayed away from. The mill extended the far back of the established town and was once the main source of income for the families until an event that destroyed most of the mill and killed twelve people. Shortly after people swore they had seen ghosts and spirits,
something to scare children. Thought Marcus as he continued on ahead to his destination.
HA, ghosts. people believe in those but I have seen worse. They have no idea what is in store for us all..His thoughts at times got the best of him. They were his only companion from when he started his mission and it did help to keep his mind from the thunder storm that was currently happening over head.
A large blast of thunder shot down behind a dark object, illuminating it. It was the end of the old mill as pieces of it had been laying around, rotting away almost forgotten that this place once existed. Marcus reached his destination. It was a small hole in the ground that someone had already dug up. What was at the bottom of the hole was a wooden chest the size of a bear claw. Marcus stretched down with his slender arms and retrieved the box from its resting place.
They must of dug it up already, they can not touch it so they send the monkey to do their work. Marcus knew he was an errand boy but it did pay well and he was a man of exquisite tastes. When he rose his brown coat and undershirt were completely soaked. His wild blonde hair stayed the way it had always been no matter what weather condition he was in. The only light was coming from his crucifix that dangled between his pecks. Marcus would not say he was a believer but it always helped to ease his mind with the dealings he was given. His employers were watching him at this very money and the thought sent chills up his spin because he could not see them. It was just that feeling, the feeling of despair that cloaked him. Marcus shook it off, he had made it to the destination and retrieved the object asked. Now he would have to give it to his employers next victim.
The part I hate the most. Marcus thought as he turned around and began his march back the way he came. Another flash of lightening came into view as if the sky was telling Marcus not to continue with the task at hand.
Ah, it is only a job. Nothing more. The greed of people is the thing I am going to miss most. Marcus thought as a bright smile came across his boyish face.