March 9, 2006

• Mark groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open and then quickly closing again to avoid the agonizingly bright light. Mark made a move to shield his eyes and realized that his hands were tired behind his back making  Marks eyes shoot wide open. He was still disoriented as his eyes scanned the room, revealing bland walls, a table in front of him and the single chair to which he as bound. There was a door, and he didn't need to go check to know, instinctively, that it was locked. He dropped his head down to his chest and ran through a mental list of who would want to do this and why; No one came to mind. Mark was wrenched from his thoughts when he heard footsteps echoing outside the door and the low murmur of voices.

  Casey paused outside the door and raised a finger to her lips to silence David. She moved closer to hear if there were signs of life inside the room. She had been so angry when David arrived carrying Mark's lifeless form. Casey had demanded to know what happened and her anger quickly steeped to a boiling rage when she learned about the dead man on the train. She pulled the keys from her pocket and quickly unlocked the door, pushing it open to confront Mark at last. The icy blue eyes staring at her were not filled with fear, which disappointed her. "Hello there Mark." she said to him as she walked into the room. "I hope you find the lavish accommodations comfterbal" she said as a frigid smile appeared on her face.

  "You really shouldn't have gone out of your way." he responded, a hint of laughter in his voice. He watched her walk across the room to stand in front of him, her cool calculating stare trained on his bound form. "I never would have guessed it was you." he said after a tense moment. "So tell me, what have I don't to be bestowed with this honor?" he asked, his eyebrow raising.

  "Oh so you really don't remember me then?" she asked him, her lips moving into a perfected pout. "Oh, I'm so hurt." she said, her voice full of mockery.

  "Nope nothing comes to mind." he looked towards the door. "Where's your big strong man?" he asked as he redirected his attention back to her. "And was I really that bad in bed?" he joked.

  Casey laughed, "Ah Mark, It's a shame that you have to be such a royal jackass you really are rather witty." she mused. "But due to your blunder..."

  "What blunder?" He interjected before she could finish her sentence. Suddenly he was very curious as to what horrible crime he had committed that had earned him the punishment of death.

  Casey paused, her eyes narrowing into a venomous glare, "Do not interrupt me, Mark." she commanded her voice suddenly cold as ice and just as quick as it happened, her voice and appearance returned to normal. "One moment." she said over her shoulder as she walked towards the door. "And I will finish my story."Mark watched as Casey pulled the door open walked through it. Once it was closed again he sighed and leaned his head back. He wiggled his fingers which were gradually losing feeling from being in the same position for so long.

  At the sound of the door opening again Mark sat up straight and watched her, admiring the gentle swat of her hops as she walked towards him. His lips curled into a smirk as the previous night came to mind."Well aren't you just the cat that swallowed the canary." she said sardonically as she stopped in front of him, hands on her hips.

  "More like you're the cat that swallowed, Darlin'" her retorted and then snickered as her face started to flush from the embarsment or anger, he couldn't tell.  She shifted uncomfortably as she thought back to that night. The image of Mark over her caused her flush to creep over her chest and up her neck. To keep Mark from noticing she walked behind him and changed the subject.

  "So you want to know why you deserve this, hmm?" she asked keeping her voice steady while visions invaded her mind causing her body to betray her. As she paused behind her victim her traitorous hands itched to reach out and touch him, causing her to clench them into fists down by her sides.

  Mark shifted in his seat again, he could feel her presence behind him like an ominous shadow and he swore that her breathing had deepened. He smiled, satisfied that she was effected by his comment. He knew she was going to drag this out as long as she could, bait him and tease him until finally she got what she wanted. His death. "Why I'd love to know." he said casually as he crossed one leg over his knee and leaned back a bit in the chair, causing the front legs to rise off the ground.

  Casey glared at the back of his head with disgust. How could he be so calm at a time like this? Didn't he know his life was in danger? That the end was near for him? Casey continued walking, the sound of her heels echoing through the room. "Well Mark," she said pausing slightly. "I believe that perhaps we should refresh your memory." she walked towards the table and picked up the folder that Mark hadn't seen. As she walked back towards him she opened the folder and read aloud.

  "Last night a shoot out occurred at Isabella Sirigliano's Headquarter with the steamed Mob boss Cilliam McAlister , leaving McAlister wounded and in intensive care at Mercy Medical Center." She paused to look up at Mark to gauge his reaction, and still that fucker appeared cool and calm.

  Mark listened to her read-her articulate words flowing freely from her lips and suddenly he found himself staring at them yet again. Once she finished he coughed and lowered the chair back to the ground. "And again I ask, what does it matter?"

  She laughed as she closed the folder. "Does that mean you don't want me to continue?" she asked as she tapped it against her hand. "or do you want the short version? Or perhaps you want the whole story?" she walked back to the table and sat on top of it, crossing her legs and setting the folder next to her leg.

  "Short version- since I'm sure you'll answer any questions I may have." He moved in his seat in a dire attempt to regain some feeling in his arms. "Could you...?" he asked as he shrugged his shoulders as an indication of what he wished for. He watched as a cruel smile appeared on her face.

  "Oh Mark, uncomfortable?" she asked in a rather sadistic tone. "Don't worry." she said as she crossed her legs. "This is just a mild distraction compared to what is yet to come." Her lips curled upwards into a pleased smile just before there was a knock on the door.

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