Mark appeared in a door way. "Okay, but be back before ten." He warned. He watched Brian head off out the door. Mark let out a sigh. Brian reminded him so much of his mother, Alex. Unfortunately, Alex had died when Brian was a baby, as she never got to see her son grow up. Mark had to bring Brian far from where he was born, to keep Brian's life. Mark wasn't sure what Alex had gotten wrapped up in, but she warned him that if anything ever happened to her, that he was to take Brian far from there and raise him as his own. Mark had done that for the past sixteen years. the topic of Brian's mom cam up a few times, but Mark always told him that Alex had died from complications from birth. Brian took that, but he never stopped asking about his mother. Mark's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Mark opened it, "Hello? Can I help you?"
A towering man dressed in black barged his way into the small house. "Where's my son?!" he demanded forcefully.
Mark backed up against the wall, "I do-don't know what you're talking about."
"Bull Shit! I want to know where my son is!" The man's iron grip went around Mark's neck. "Now tell me where he is!"
"I-I-I Don't know," Mark choked out. With that, the grip closed and Mark breathed his last breath.