Int. The Obsidian Nightclub (Outside Back) (Afternoon) October 27, 2025, 12:20 P.M.
Blake burst through the backdoor, having faith that Nadia and Gabriel would be safe staying inside of the club. Blake looked left, saw a brick wall, and quickly took off running to the right. In the distance, he could see Mark's body, his bald head shining as the sun's afternoon light bounced off of it. Blake wanted to laugh at the scene, but kept his composure as he sped up. Compared to the chill of the air, Blake's body was feeling warm. Sweat began to pour from his forehead and down his face. His breath came in fast, as he pumped his arms faster, his legs speeding up in response. Mark's figure started to grow bigger as Blake quickly began to approach him. "Mark, if I were you, I'd stop running because when I catch you it'll be an even worse situation for you."
Mark turned and looked over his shoulder, his face all red as he glared at Blake. "Fuck you, man, I gave you the information you wanted!" he huffed. Mark knocked over a trashcan, spilling half-eaten food, garbage, and bottles all over the ground.
Blake shook his head in disappointment, just doing a small jump over the trash. "I'm getting too old for this shit," he thought to himself. Blake had to admit his body has felt off since going to the warehouse, not as heavy as before, more limber compared to before. Even now when running, he doesn't feel tired. Actually, he doesn't feel anything besides his body heating up (which happens anyways as people exercise). Worrying about what to do with his body, Blake regained focus, which is taking Mark into custody. Mark turned the corner, and Blake, hot on his trail, followed behind not even a couple of seconds later. Blake had little beads of sweat on his forehead, as he watched Mark try to jump over a tall wooden fence. Blake looked on with embarrassment, Mark's entire neck to his head bright red from the strain. "Come on, man, let's make it easy for both of us. Let's just have a conversation, and the two of us can go our separate ways, huh?" Blake advised, putting both his hands up in the air to show he had no weapons or anything in his hand.
Mark dropped back to the ground. Blake could see all the sweat on his face as he turned around to face him. "Okay.. okay.. Let's talk," he gasped, bending over, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
Blake approached Mark, his posture tense, waiting for Mark to do something stupid like trying to sneak attack him. Thankfully Mark wasn't that stupid, just standing up straight, his breathing noticeably slower and his face less red. "Listen, man, it wasn't personal, just business," Mark argued, his tone neutral, making it hard for Blake to gauge his real emotions.
Blake's face betrayed nothing, stepping closer, arms still up in the air. "Nothing personal, eh, Mark?" he retorted, his eyes narrowing in a glare. "Don't you think having someone try to kill me isn't personal, Mark?"
Mark gulped, his body shaking as he took a step back away from Blake. "Th..th..that isn't wha..wha..what happened," he stuttered with fear written all on his face. "Lis..listen, they wanted in..in..information on you I-"
"Who's 'they'?" Blake interrupted, stepping closer to the trembling Mark. "Got to give me something to go on. You do know what people call me, right?"
Mark nodded his head quickly, "THE SILENCER!" he screamed out, his hand trembling like crazy. "Everyone knows people you don't like go missing, later ending up dead!"
Blake didn't reply, opting to stay silent, a tactic he uses sometimes to make people talk. He would just glare at them, but only works if the person he is talking to is scared of him. In this case, Mark is terrified of Blake, for good reason. Blake would never hesitate to put down someone that threatens his life, and Mark did just that. Blake watched as Mark looked around, doing his best not to look directly at him. Mark's body was shaking badly. It was obvious to Blake that Mark felt like he had lost control of the situation. "Fine, fine, you win," Mark relented, his shoulders sagging in defeat.
Blake just raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, finally moving them from the upper position he was holding them in. "Talk. Who's been tailing me?"
Blake took a step closer, and Mark, who was bent over, suddenly tried to uppercut him. Blake, already knowing something was happening, dodged the attack before tackling Mark through the wooden gate. "AHHH!" Screamed Mark, his breath leaving his lungs as Blake's shoulder dug into his stomach. His back sliding against the concrete, wood shards from the fence spilling all over his face, some getting on Blake's clothes. Blake quickly got into a full position. Before Mark could react, he started punching him repeatedly in the face.
"Think you can set me up, you piece of shit!" Blake growled as he landed another vicious strike. Blake's knuckles had blood run down them, breathing heavily as he took a pause from the punches. He glanced down at Mark's face and almost grinned at his handiwork. Mark's left eye was beginning to swell up. His right eye had a cut near it with blood running to the ground. Mark's nose was broken, almost beyond repair, along with some missing teeth that Blake noticed when Mark went to take a breath. Blake quickly got off Mark's chest, standing over him. Blake grabbed him by his biker's jacket, forcing the dazed Mark to get to his feet. "Now let's try again, shall we? Who the fuck tried to have me killed?"
Mark looked at Blake with his one good eye, blood all over his face, his lips forming a grim smile as he looked at Blake. "Rather you kill me or then it doesn't matter. I never lied to you, just never told you about a man. He had long blonde hair and was dressed in a red cloak." He explained, taking a moment to pause and spit out some blood.
Blake looked at Mark, using his free hand to gesture at him to speed up talking. "That wackjob was part of some group that's been trying to do some group. Called themselves the Sins or something. Anyways, when they held us captive, they asked me in exchange for my life they'd let me go, but ended up killing my crew," Mark finished.
Blake nodded at the information, taking a step back while letting go of Mark's shirt. Mark fell to the ground with a loud thump, but Blake didn't care as he turned around deep in thought. The information was kind of a bust since Lucious already knew most of it, though it does make it easier to narrow down the list of information they need to find. "I guess I'll have to talk to some old connections," he thought to himself, letting out a loud sigh as he didn't want to. There was a reason he stopped working for those people. That's probably why Drake was acting so weird today. It makes sense if he suspects trouble from the other side again.
"So are we good?" asked Mark, breaking Blake from his thoughts.
Blake just turned around, giving a thumbs up before walking towards the broken fence. "Tsk tsk tsk, you ask for protection from him, and cave the first moment you get." A voice echoed from around them. Blake flashed back to the warehouse a couple of days ago, shaking his head, he turned back around, and saw a man, a little shorter than him, standing behind Mark, a black sword sticking out of his chest.
Mark grasped at the sword weakly, blood pouring from his mouth as he tried to talk. "I… I… th..thoug..thought we… ha.aa…d..a….d..de..deal yo..you…fu..ck..er..," He wheezed, the words barely heard in the alley.
Blake saw a grin on the man's face but couldn't really make out anything else with the hood up over his head. "Free will makes me jealous, how humans can always make a choice, usually the wrong one. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pathetic, I was sent to protect you because we had a deal. Deal's off when you start giving out secrets."
Mark's face was rapidly turning white, his chest barely rising, his body beginning to lose its life. "B..l..ake, I..le.e.eft one thin..g out. There, wa..a.as…a..kid..from your," He began, doing his best to get the rest of his words out.
The man quickly pulled his sword out of Mark's chest faster than Blake's eyes could track. In one swipe of his sword, he cut Mark's head off, stopping Mark mid-sentence before he could continue saying anything else. "So hard to find good help," the man mocked, his voice echoing around the clearing as he glared at Blake.
Blake just stared in shock as he watched Mark's head fly in the air, a trail of blood spraying on the ground before landing in front of his feet. It feels almost surreal that Mark died in such a savage way. While Blake always hated him and the dealings they had, even he couldn't help pity Mark being betrayed by someone he thought was an ally. "Are you just going to moan about your little boyfriend dying, Mr. Blake, or are you going to try and attack me?" the man goaded as he stepped forward, dark flames forming around his body, burning Mark's corpse to ash. The man was radiating such a dark aura Blake couldn't help but step back in shock.