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Nothing to live for these days, some say it was since the market crash of 2023, others say it was before then, liberal activists say it's all the republican's fault, republicans say it's all the liberals fault, realist say it's a combination of the liberal's lack of backbone and conviction and the republican's lack of flexibility and sense of backwardness that created the cocktail of disaster the people today face... Some however, the conspiracy theory crackpots say it's all the illuminati, or the New World Order, or it's some big all-consuming, all-controlling corporation, whenever one of those crackpots winds up dead, their friends say it was a conspiracy, everyone else says they either pissed off the wrong guy or it might have something to do with the 4 pounds of hard drugs found in their system.
Marchus Greene (same name I know, sorry but I like it) sat on the side of a near deserted New York alleyway, draped in an old black trenchcoat with a hood he sewed on trying to keep his stolen sandwich dry in the heavy downpour that has covered the city for the past 5 days. In truth Marchus is grateful for the rain, it serves as a distraction to his real problems, the simple act of trying to keep warm and finding a place to sleep distracts him, for you see, Marchus wasn't always a dead beat bum on the side of the road.
Once, when Marchus had only just entered adulthood, at the age of 18 his family owned almost 50% of shipping between the East coast of the united states to the western shores of Europe. Greene Shipping co was a company with a logo everyone knew, they did everything from commercial shipping to oil, to even moving military equipment and rockets with satellites to floating launch platforms. The Greene family name was known across the world... but why isn't he now living in one of his family's countless penthouses in this city alone? or perhaps an estate outside of town? well, because he lost everything.... His family, his fortune, the company, everything.
It was a Friday night when it happened, it rained like tonight. His family and himself were all in one place, to celebrate his half-cousin Eliza's 18th birthday, he had a complicated relationship with her, she was family however when they were younger, they were secretly together, luckily they didn't become sexual however it did delve into incest territory, but they were 13 and 14 at the time, their hormones didn't care and how were their brains gonna argue against that?
The family had all gone to bed, the top 2 levels of the tower had been reserved for the family, at 2am that night, just as Eliza and Marchus had gone to bed, the top two levels were sealed, and in a nightmarish scenario gunmen went door to door, killing everyone they found. His cousins, aunts, uncles and more were all gunned down like animals, Eliza had tried to hide in his room however they followed her. Marchus hid in the closet, under a pile of discarded coats he had lazily packed in there before going to sleep. Eliza saw him as they pinned her down to rape her before killing her. They demanded to know where the heir was, she saw him and shouted "he left! he got bored and he went down to the docks to pick up some acid! we were gonna have it here later!" and after that, they proceeded to fuck her before blowing her brains out on his bed...
Marchus escaped luckily, they set fire to the building and in the confusion, with the gunmen gone he managed to escape down a fire escape and blend in with the crowd... with only his Uncle Issac's trenchcoat for himself... four months later, and here he is, once the heir to one of the most powerful families on the East coast, reduced to sitting in a gutter, trying to keep a sandwich dry and un-stolen, only thinking of where he could snatch some shoes and maybe a place to sleep that has some cover... that is, until he heard footsteps approaching, a woman's footsteps. Looking up he saw her, a beauty to behold with jet black hair and pale skin that shone like the moon "what do you want?" he asked in an aggressive tone, he knew not to trust a pretty face, a man in his position with a woman like her approaching him?... it could only be trouble.
Marchus Greene (same name I know, sorry but I like it) sat on the side of a near deserted New York alleyway, draped in an old black trenchcoat with a hood he sewed on trying to keep his stolen sandwich dry in the heavy downpour that has covered the city for the past 5 days. In truth Marchus is grateful for the rain, it serves as a distraction to his real problems, the simple act of trying to keep warm and finding a place to sleep distracts him, for you see, Marchus wasn't always a dead beat bum on the side of the road.
Once, when Marchus had only just entered adulthood, at the age of 18 his family owned almost 50% of shipping between the East coast of the united states to the western shores of Europe. Greene Shipping co was a company with a logo everyone knew, they did everything from commercial shipping to oil, to even moving military equipment and rockets with satellites to floating launch platforms. The Greene family name was known across the world... but why isn't he now living in one of his family's countless penthouses in this city alone? or perhaps an estate outside of town? well, because he lost everything.... His family, his fortune, the company, everything.
It was a Friday night when it happened, it rained like tonight. His family and himself were all in one place, to celebrate his half-cousin Eliza's 18th birthday, he had a complicated relationship with her, she was family however when they were younger, they were secretly together, luckily they didn't become sexual however it did delve into incest territory, but they were 13 and 14 at the time, their hormones didn't care and how were their brains gonna argue against that?
The family had all gone to bed, the top 2 levels of the tower had been reserved for the family, at 2am that night, just as Eliza and Marchus had gone to bed, the top two levels were sealed, and in a nightmarish scenario gunmen went door to door, killing everyone they found. His cousins, aunts, uncles and more were all gunned down like animals, Eliza had tried to hide in his room however they followed her. Marchus hid in the closet, under a pile of discarded coats he had lazily packed in there before going to sleep. Eliza saw him as they pinned her down to rape her before killing her. They demanded to know where the heir was, she saw him and shouted "he left! he got bored and he went down to the docks to pick up some acid! we were gonna have it here later!" and after that, they proceeded to fuck her before blowing her brains out on his bed...
Marchus escaped luckily, they set fire to the building and in the confusion, with the gunmen gone he managed to escape down a fire escape and blend in with the crowd... with only his Uncle Issac's trenchcoat for himself... four months later, and here he is, once the heir to one of the most powerful families on the East coast, reduced to sitting in a gutter, trying to keep a sandwich dry and un-stolen, only thinking of where he could snatch some shoes and maybe a place to sleep that has some cover... that is, until he heard footsteps approaching, a woman's footsteps. Looking up he saw her, a beauty to behold with jet black hair and pale skin that shone like the moon "what do you want?" he asked in an aggressive tone, he knew not to trust a pretty face, a man in his position with a woman like her approaching him?... it could only be trouble.
