Mark Harris Short Story

24 year old Mark Harris, not a very troubled young man. His mother died from cancer when he was four, and his father, Rick Harris, raised him and his older sister, Amanda Harris, until they each turned 18 and moved out. Since his mother’s death, he wore a beautiful gold and emerald necklace she said grants good luck to the barer. Today, Rick works for a team of undiscovered immigrants who he meets once a week at a dock in Florida to go to an oil rig out on the Atlantic ocean to collect the oil and sail back to Florida to sell to anyone they trust enough to make a profit off of. One day though, he goes out on his weekly shift to go on his own to pump out the oil and he is never heard of again and has no known whereabouts. Mark and Amanda mourn him for several weeks, but he isn’t the only one Mark mourned. A few days later, an arson fire is started at Amanda’s house, the fire was put out, but neither her nor her body was ever found. Mark didn’t think of those actions as any coincidence, they were done on purpose and by the same people, but he has no
Both him and Zach were in a tiny room, no bigger than his kitchen; he soon realized that they were in the meat locker of the butchery he works at. If they don’t get out soon, they could freeze to death. When Zach came to, they had quickly formed a plan. Zach climbed his way up to the ceiling using the rope while Mark grasped onto the rope and ran around the room as Zach swung to build up momentum for mark to bust down the door. They had a conversation in the shop when they had gotten out of the locker. “I don’t know what they want my necklace for, Zach, but I’ve got to get it back.” Mark said eagerly but also upset. “You will man, I promise that, and I’ll help you.” Zach said reassuringly.” “We can set up a meeting to get some answers; we will show him we mean no harm.” “Alright Zach, that sounds fine if he’ll