Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

“You want someone to blame for your suffering? Then look in a mirror.” Marcus stared at her. Then he laughed—a broken, bitter sound that started softly and grew until it echoed across the entire courtyard. “Afraid?” he rasped, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he met her glowing eyes. “You think I’m afraid of death?” His laughter stopped abruptly. “I died forty years ago.” Silence fell like a shroud. The crowd exchanged confused, uneasy glances. Marcus’s gaze drifted upward toward the moon hanging above the courtyard. For the first time, the hatred drained from his face. Only profound, endless pain remained.

An uneasy stillness wrapped itself around Elena the moment she stepped out of Cross Industries’ glass tower. Traffic roared, reporters shouted, cameras flashed—but none of it touched her. Every piece of noise sounded distant, muffled, as if a thick fog had descended over her senses. Because Marcus Blackwell was alive. And worse— Marcus was coming. A name whispered in Damian’s nightmares. A ghost he once warned her about. A man who vanished years ago after swearing to destroy everything Damian loved.

I really didn’t get to know why he didn’t kill me if he was sent to do so. “Stay down,” Marcus commanded, his voice a low vibration that managed to cut through the screeching noise. The first flash-bang shattered the yellowed curtains and the glass beneath them. The room exploded in white light and a roar that knocked the air out of my lungs. Through the smoke, I saw the silhouettes—black tactical gear, silver-tipped rifles, the cold precision of men who got paid to kill things like me. Marcus moved. He didn't just fight; he was a goddamn meat grinder. He vaulted over the bed, his knife catching the strobe-light flashes. I heard the wet sound of steel meeting throat, the heavy grunt of a man

“They won’t blow us up here, Mavric. They need that ‘asset’ alive. My death means my mother’s research data remains locked forever behind a dead‑man encryption protocol.” Before they reached the exact coordinates they had been given, a man came crawling out from behind a stack of wooden pallets. It was Marcus. His once proud and arrogant face was now ruined, covered in bruises and dried blood. It seemed The Sovereigns had used him as their final pawn and discarded him like trash. “Liora… please help me…” Marcus whimpered, his voice hoarse with terror. “They… they will kill me if I don’t lead you straight to them.”

Ciel immediately said, cutting off Marcus's words. Marcus laughed. "We'll, I'm just saying." Ciel gave Marcus Garcia an incredulous look. 'How could he smile and laugh while talking about killing someone? Seriously, he's giving me some weird and creepy killer vibes right now.' Sensing the kind of look Ciel was giving, Marcus laughed even more before saying, “I know what you're thinking, so let me get this straight now. I have never killed anyone,” he paused as his smile deepened in a creepy way, then he continued to say, “but that could change today. This might be the day where I'll have my first kill.”

"Marcus was alive. All those years. Watching. Waiting." "Yes." "And now he is dead." "Yes." I turned to my grandmother. "Who killed him?" She looked at the floor. "Dante Marchetti. He found Marcus in Prague. He tortured him. Killed him. Burned the body." Rex's face went pale. "My uncle killed Marcus?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because Marcus knew the truth. About the program. About the investors. About Dante's role in everything." "Dante wanted to silence him." "Yes." Rex pulled out his gun. "I am going to kill him."

A single line of sweat traced down his temple. "Is he...?" My voice was barely a whisper. "Dead," Marcus said flat, with no emotion. "He would have killed you both." I stared at the body. At the dark stain spreading beneath his head. The way his fingers were still curled around the trigger. He wouldn't let go even in death. "He would have killed you both." I started shaking. Adrian pulled me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me like a cage. Like he could keep the world out by sheer force.

Marcus cried in pain. He rushed towards Dylan like a raging bull and pushed him away, before fleeing out of the office. Dylan smirked. He chased after Marcus. "You are not escaping this time around." Dylan aimed his gun at Marcus's head. "Goodbye, brother." A shot fired through the air, entering Marcus's head. Marcus fell to the ground with a heavy thud, dying. Dylan dropped his gun, tears falling down his eyes. "It was finally over. It was all over."

I'd never seen this kid before in my life, but something about his eyes looked familiar. "Read the note," Carlo said grimly. I unfolded the paper with shaking hands. 'His name was Marcus. He was eight years old when you killed him. He loved soccer and wanted to be a veterinarian when he grew up. You took that away from him when you bombed my house years ago. Now I'm going to take everything away from you. Your woman and your son are somewhere you'll never find them. But don't worry - they'll die knowing you failed them, just like I failed my boy. - Rex'

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.