Attack On Titan Marco Bodt Novels & Stories

He wanted to prove he wasn't someone I could screw over and walk away from. I crouched beside one of the bodies—it was a man in his late thirties, unfamiliar but he was clearly one of Marco’s. Blood still spilled from his temple where a bullet had torn through. I yanked his shirt open and found exactly what I was looking for—a tattoo of a coiled viper inked across his ribs. Marco’s men all had this mark. Just as I was about to rise, something vaguely familiar below his abdomen caught my attention and I looked closely noticing an inscription in Russian “Смерть предателям” (Smert’ predatelyam) – “Death to traitors”.

Grabbing my arms, he pulled me off of my chair and lifted my top enough for him to see the purple handprint of my hips. “It’s alright, Marco” I moved away from him but he held me in place, pulling up my shirt until he could see my upper body completely. There was nothing romantic about the way Marco was looking at my body. He cursed under his breath when he saw all the light purple spots on my skin. “I’m going to kill that asshole” I pulled my top down and Marco raked his rake face roughly. “You can’t kill your Don, idiot” I mocked, trying to lighten his mood.

"How did my freaking house blow up?" Marco roared for the third time in the row but still got no answer but cold stares from Gaetano, Gianni and Antonio. " Are you calm now ?" Gaetano asked and Marco's eyebrow quirked up at these guys. " Calm is not in my dictionary now shut up and tell me what the fuck is going on ?" He questioned back flopping down on the couch "Valente Russo blew your place up but apparently that seems like a warning, he sent a message for us" Gianni replied and now Marco's hands balled into a fist.

He was only trying to make Xavier angry, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of Marco's shadow, who was looking at him every time, smiling sarcastically, which made Xavier lose his mind completely, and he was trying to reach him without benefit. Demian appears on the field, giving his speed to Arcus, who finally reaches out to Marco and pushes him violently Marco used his body to protect Astraea, before raising his hand and attacking him with force, to make him fall to the ground violently and defeated. He got up again, and he attacked Marco with great force, but to no avail. Every time he fell in front of him, everyone was right. Marco was no longer the weak person he used to know. The t

He was speaking entirely for my benefit. “This is what happens, Isabella, when you rely on things you haven’t earned. Loyalty is bought, not inspired,” Damon stated. Then, without a moment of hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The sound was sharp, incredibly loud in the confined space, a sudden, brutal punctuation mark to the battle’s roar. Marco’s body seized, then went instantly limp, collapsing onto the marble with a heavy, final thud, his blood mixing quickly with the water and blood already soaking the floor.

It was brilliant and brutal and exactly the kind of plan Dimitri would devise. "I know someone," Marco said slowly. "One of our soldiers. Former Marine. Immune system stronger than anyone I've ever encountered, he recovered from a gunshot wound to the abdomen in half the normal healing time. If anyone could survive whatever The Covenant's testing protocols are...." "Then he's our person." Dimitri started making notes. "Get him prepped. Medical workup. Cover story development. We need him ready to volunteer within the week." "Boss, if this goes wrong....if he gets trapped inside that facility...."

"Come here brother.” Etienne’s apparition trembled, perplexed. Reflection-Lila’s targeting faltered. Marco—the Marco—stood solitary in the middle confronting the crowned iteration of himself. Reflection-Marco hovered a bit above the floor with a tablet revolving like a satellite red code streaming from his scars, like waterfalls. “You intentionally left the door ajar " the double stated, voice layered with a thousand subway announcements. "You aimed to play the hero. I merely completed the task.” Real-Marco’s hands trembled,. His voice remained firm. "I wished for my family to be protected. Not this.”

"What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?" "I'm not joking," I replied calmly to Tony, looking at him. "I can find the man who stole from the warehouse." I looked past Tony toward the entrance of the warehouse. There were several marks on the ground indicating something had been dragged away. Several faint footprints were found by the metal boxes that had been pried open, along with a metal net that had been bent under pressure.

Everyone looked. A figure appeared near the edge of the recording. Only for a second. Barely visible. Moving between shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Calm. The timestamp showed it happened after the battle. After the attackers died. The figure approached one of the corpses. Knelt. Removed something. Then disappeared. Marco frowned. "That's him?" Gabriel nodded. "I think so." The image zoomed closer. Not enough to reveal a face. But enough to show something else.

I already had Sal tip off the authorities beforehand. Rodrigo exploded with rage and violently flipped the table. He glared at Marco's ashen face and spat out a curse in a foreign language through clenched teeth. He hissed, "I hate rats more than anything in this world!" As a gunshot was fired, Marco screamed. His knee had burst into a spray of blood, and he collapsed to the floor. He clutched his leg and rolled around in agony, his pants quickly soaking through. "It wasn't me! It wasn't me! That woman set me up!"