As Marcus enter the bathroom; he placed his duffle on the floor and walked over to the sink. For a second he peered at himself in the bathroom mirror for what seemed to be an eternity as he remembered were certain scars came from. Especially the one over his left eyebrow was the only thing left from a beating he received after he refused to orally relive a higher member of Neo when he had been younger and had threatened to bite the bastard's thing off if he even tried to put it anywhere near his mouth. But it was always a painful reminder how weak he had been when he was younger that he hadn't been able to protect even himself. The physical scar he got that day was from the steel toe boots the bastard wore and the last thing Marcus truly remembers coming towards his face before the darkness took him.
Marcus never believed anything truly happen passed the beating as the next thing he remembers as he woke up. Was himself wiping some of the blood from his eyes as he watched his teacher Juliet grabbing the man who had done this to her student by his's throat her feral looking Persian growling ready to shred the man to pieces and the man cried out. The next thing he saw was his teacher slapping the man and then heard her yell.
"If you ever try that with another one of my pupils, I'll relieve you of your assets between your legs with a dull and rusty knife, and that'll be after I ram the knife up your ass."
She than headbutted the man and knocked the man out, Before she came back to help me; for a moment I could swear there was sadness in her grey eyes as she lifted my little eight-year-old body up in her carried my battered and bloodied body back to her room in the base. That is where she cleaned me up and took care of the wounds, but he had to admit to himself she had done a piss poor job with the stitching job over the left eye and that is why he has the scar he has, but it could've of been so much worst.
After those thoughts passed, he turned on the hot water faucet and cleaned his face trying to wash away the memories more than the dirt. Once that was done he turned off the faucet and started to get undress to use the bath. He looked around as he took off his clothing he had to admit this place was simple, An was no were as nice as any of the hotels or the boats he had stayed at before, but there was something in the simplicity of this home and place that he needed at the moment. Once undressed He goes and turns the bathtub faucet on and lets the water start to fill the tub with steaming hot water as he folds and puts away his old clothing.
Once this was done Marcus went back to the tub and turn off the faucets before climbing in. The hot water rushed up all around him. Instant covering him with the instant wet warmth it felt nice, and as he laid back against the tub, it still had just enough coolness to be felt against his nude flesh. The contrast was a nice sensation to him as he started to relax as he soaked. H till his head back and closed his eyes as he took a washcloth that was beside him and soak it tube before placing it over his eyes. This intensified the darkness he found himself in with his eyes closed and allowed him to relax more.
As he laid in the tube let his mind drift and remain empty it was peaceful and for the first time in while he hadn't thought what his next move would need to be as the chance that anyone looking for him would never look for him here. He was just about to drift off to sleep when he felt a hand touch his cheek. For a moment he thought it one of the girls but then something unexpected happens. Marcus felt his head being pushed beneath the water. He felt his arms and legs flailing above him, until his right fist connected with something soft, and it must have been enough that he was able to get his head above the water and yank rag from his face. And as he did his eyes widen as connected with the stormy grey one of his mentor and the only thing he remembers getting out before his teeth clench and the shroud of darkness enveloped him was.