Marcus' heart was pounding. He looked down to see his hands covered in blood. It had already partially dried, but Marcus had a bigger problem. He was not able to remember what had just happened.
It had felt like he just had awaken from a bad dream, but in this case, it was more like he had just jumped into one. Speachless, Marcus stepped back in shock, he looked around to try and get his barings.
"My God." he managed to say. "What the hell happened?"
Looking down Marcus could see what blood was left, from whatever had just happened, soaking in the carpet, but there was no body. It appeared that he was in someone's house, not familar to him. Marcus found the phone and picked it up to dail 911 and then paused. What could he possibly say? He placed the phone back on the receiver and frantically started searching the place. Turning up cushons, filping up mattresses, looking in draws, just anything, a clue, a body, it didn't matter, Marcus just needed something.
In the far off distance sirens could be heard. The police were already on their way. No telling how long Marcus had been there. Not only had he made a mess but his bloody prints were everywhere now. Marcus stopped for a moment, thinking really hard what his next move should be. Is was interupted by the muffulled sound of music.
"What the hell is that?" He listened again, almost holding his breath to hear. The sound repeated, it was a phone. It was comming from his jacket pocket. He flipped the phone open and listened.
"You know Marcus, you probably better off if you turn yourself in." It was an older man on the other end of the phone. It kind of sounded familar to Marcus, but he just couldn't place it.
"Who the **** is this? What the hell have you done?" Marcus' voice had cracked in panic."
The older man had ignored his questions. "Listen Marcus, if you want to live, you have to do exactly as I say. Go to the restroom and look behind the base of the toilet."
Marcus hesitated a moment. The police were already pulling up. Marcus ran into the restroom and found a package taped behind the toilet. It contained a small yellow pill. "Take it, now!." the man said.
"What is this?!" Marcus was losing control of himself. The police were pounding at the front door now.
"Just do it!" the old man screamed at him from the other end.
Marcus ran over to the sink. With one motion, he swept up the water with his hand and swallowed the pill.
"You'll feel like **** when you come out of it. I'll send some one to help." the old man said.
"Wait." Marcus was starting to feel dizzy and weak. The police had already made their way through the front door. Marcus slumpt over, as though his body were shutting down. Eyes still open, Marcus became lifeless, the cell phone feel from his hand and on to the floor.
One policeman came in, "Hey, I got something here." Another man came through, checking Marcus' pulse. "He's gone." He said. After having inspecting the scene they carried off Marcus, zipping him up in a body bag.
