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"Good luck, John." he said before the doors of the elevator closed. He heard shots fired, put his head down and smirked. John was right and he knew it he was right.
Even if you made it, you think the Agency would take you back?
In their eyes, you’re compromised.
All that’s waiting for you is a black hood.
Mark shook his head and smiled a real smile as his eyes slowly filled with small tears with his head looking up to the Heavens.
"Hey, Tyrell, I'll take that coffee now; this one's a closer." he said softly.
There was a DING! from the elevator and he stumbled out. His feet were no longer headed for the safe house and part of him felt like they never were going to go that way, no matter how much he wanted it. Anguish filled him as he stepped toward the car, toward the finale of his performance. He moved like someone who was just ready, ready to give up because he had nothing else left. He felt the wings of butterflies flapping against the inside of his stomach.
Is this how it feels to be ready to die? he wondered. Or am I not ready to die? Is this what fear is?
The air blew cold against his skin and he realized he was really crying. Nobody wants to die, nobody is ever really, truly ready to leave this world but how could he say no any longer? Death was in love with him. Perhaps Death had been in love with him since the moment he forced two people to kill each other, setting in stone his final day. After all, Death followed him around constantly. Death took away his happiness, took away the life he had before Reese or Stanton came into his life. Death took away a mistreated friend he didn't appreciate until he saw him dead on the floor, blood spilling on the carpet from a wound from Death in female form.
Well, he'll be damned if he was going out alone, he figured as a little bit of anger filled him for a brief moment. Besides, it's nice to share the spotlight. With his consideration in mind, Mark carefully stepped into the back of the car and waited.
Waiting for Death must be Death's little game. It's painful and terrifying and the only person who can enjoy the final action, the grand finale, is Death. More tears fell from Mark's face and yet he didn't feel upset. Not anymore.
He looked down at his life timer and sighed softly as the front door opened and if he had time left, he could have sworn he saw Death, the one in love with him, right before his eyes.
"You were right, Kara. About me being dead." the words spilled out of his mouth with emotion he didn't feel any longer. "I'm gonna be great at it."
There was panic and then nothing.