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"What? You mean the rich people that used to kick me in the face when all I wanted was some shelter? The rich people that laughed at me as I begged in the streets? Yeah...they weren't so bad...but I still killed 'em and I still had my way with their daughters."
Marcus had become quite malicious over those last few seconds. His eyes blazed with contempt.
"The only good thing rich girls ever did for me was spread their damn legs...otherwise, they've given me nothing.
The men aren't any better...they're sadists, they can have anything in the world and they bitch and whine for it. Where were they when me and thousands like me were starving in the dust, living like bugs. I scavenged for my survival since I was 9 and when I hit 15, I learnt shooting. As soon as I was good enough for my own guns, I had them and then I was determined to show those sons of bitches how much they're worth. I send them to graves so shallow they can feel the wind blowin' on their guts."

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"Well you don't seem to have the best thought of rich folk." John said laughing slightly. "I don't have quite the same opinion because i'll admit some of 'em are alright, but sadly the majority aren't. Some rich people though earn money through hard work and I have more respect for the ones who earn it than I do for a bum like me." He said then laughed slightly again then began talking to Marcus. "And in some ways what you do isn't hard work because you kill people and take there money. Of course you have to run and hide sometimes and don't always get much money but it's not a very hard job if you're good at it and it is definitely not an honest living, and so I won't join your gang or whatever you call, but I hope I can count you as a friend and that I didn't insult you too much."

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Muhammad Ali

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Elle stood there, slightly in shock, and partly in fear. Marcus had definatly gotten angry at her for saying rich folk weren't all bad. Certainly not all of them weren't, but he wasn't leaniant about his desicion; Rich people were worthless and shallow. One thing that scared Elle was that nobody had ever talked to her like that. When she grew up, only a little girl, she raised cattle, and animals. She knew what it was like to work. When her family started bringing in more money, they'd been lucky. They almost had their land taken away. If Marcus was going to stand there and tell her that she was scum, she wouldn't take it.

"Really?" She asked, walking up close to him so that she was face to face with him. She was smaller than him, but on her tippy-toes she was of decent height. "Does that mean I'm merely a rude, sadist, evil person who'd kick dirt into your face?"

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Marcus was quite taken aback by her actions, surprised that she would stand up to him.
But he refused to relent, not to a rich person, not to anyone. He stared fiercely back to her and spoke, his voice cold and low. "I wouldn't be surprised."

Marcus' bandits looked to each other with wary glances. They had seen when their leader got like this, when his voice turned to shards of venomous ice and his eyes blazed like twin suns competing for the limelight.

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"I wouldn't be surprised."

Elle's eyes held fear and anger, something she couldn't hide. She carried her heart on her sleeve, and unfourtunatly couldn't hide her emotions well. Marcus couls probably see she was fearful. Yet, she didn't back away. She had no clue as to what he would do; Hurt, kill, leave, Punish her- he would do that. Elle wasn't strong. She was thin and womanly. She was no match for Marcus, so why was she standing up to him.

Elle's eyes met his, and she spoke softly. "Why would I be so heartless as to do that?" Instead of an angry comeback, like she'd intended, a question came out in response, her voice hurt and quiet.

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Marcus opened his mouth to retort, but found no words. He was stunned by the timid voice, stunned and filled with sorrow.
He reached into his coat pocket and ran a hand over the spine of that enigmatic leather-bound book of his.
It held vast secrets that spanned the darkest, furthest reaches of Marcus' damaged psyche.
His eyes suddenly doused into steaming embers, and his words melted into warm water as everything steamed into weakness and vulnerability.
"Goddammit..." Marcus managed to breathe, but found nothing else. He couldn't even bring his own eyes to meet Elle's, he saw things in her eyes that brought back pain.
It all connected to that book, the goddamn book. Marcus never spoke of it, only read it and kept it to himself.
The last man to try and sneak a look ended up in a cold and shallow grave.

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John just stood there suprised and grasping his gun tightly ready to pull it out if neccesary. This is getting very interesting maybe I should just wait to do something and see what happens. John examined the situation thinking what might happen. I'll just wait, who knows I might get lucky.

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Muhammad Ali

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"Goddammit..."

Elle took a step back from Marcus, breathing slowly. He didn't do anything stupid. He didn't hurt her. Nothing. Elle looked over at John, and mumbled quietly, before vocalizing her words. "I'm sorry, John." She'd been a nuisance to the two men. She'd embarraresed herself, and Marcus, and she'd thought of having a pleasurable adventure but instead, it ending up to be a rather large dissapointment.

Elle didn't want to look at Marcus. She'd heard so many wonderful things about him. The fear that the men felt. The lust that the women held. How he was a brave bandit. The less-richer folk looked up to him, the rich hid in anxiety and fright. They were all lies now, Elle found. He was not the man she thought he was. She was still drawn to him, and there was a keen mystery he held. Like he was keeping a secret from the world. Elle wanted to know, she truly and honestly did. She took a step back toward Marcus so that she could feel his breath, and looked at him.

"I'm sorry to you too, sir," She told him, her voice shaky, but strong. She'd never been that close to a bandit before, let alone any man. She was still angry with him, and a little scared, although she didn't think he would hurt her. But on top of everything, she was intrigued.

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Marcus couldn't help himself, his lips formed words, words he hadn't said in a long time. His hands moved to her shoulders, where one would caress the nape of her neck.
"It's okay Susannah...I love you."
As quickly as he'd spoke the words and moved his hands, he'd thrust them back to his own self and his face contorted into a look of shock. He took a stumbling step back.
In his mind, he screamed, She's dead...Susannah is dead...this girl is not her!
They're all dead! DEAD!

The rest of the bandits suddenly realized what he had done, and now had gained some insight into the secrets of Marcus' book.
This small glimpse made them hungry, a hunger that could spell doom for them in the end.

But...but I saw her face...just then...Susannah...she was there...goddammit! She's dead, I know she's dead...I watched her die. This isn't happening...been out in the sun far too long...gotta go somewhere...drink...tavern...inn...son of a bitch.

Although Marcus hadn't noticed, a visible but slight shake had befallen him.

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Ivan released his gun and smiled. "You don't need to be sorry for anything this is actually pretty interesting." He took in a deep breathe and seemed much more relaxed. "Usually it's not very interesting when I come to town, but this was...interesting." He said and looked around the area slightly. "I'd still like to have some kind of big adventure in my life though...something really amazing that i'll never forget.

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I figured that if I said it enough, I would convince the world that I really was the greatest.
Muhammad Ali

Messages Sponsored By Ultimate523 Enterprises:

1. All internet food is evil or at least my enemy. I'm not "good" though. It's just that animals will die because of it.

2. The dragons that some of you people like and use in your signatures are planning our destruction. They will slaughter and torture us all. They must be stopped.