Hello, My Name Is: Death
We got into Jerek's car, and he started back to his hous या headquarters, wherever Jerek was taking us too.
"So, do आप have the symbol of the Death Clan on you?" I asked Jerek. Tabra was laying in the back, and Jerek and I were in the front.
"Yea, I do. I regret seeing it everyday, I regret what I did the little time I was there. But I do."
"Have आप forgiven yourself?"
"Not fully." He said, looked at me, flashed another smile, and looked back at the road.
A few मिनटों of silence went by, and Tabra fell asleep.
"He sleeping?" Jerek asked.
"Yea." I कहा in a quieter tone then normal.
Another few मिनटों of silence.
"Wanna see it?" Jerek asked.
"Oh..." Hmm...should I? Yes, I should! "Sure."
Jerek parted the black jacket, took it off, and then raised his कमीज, शर्ट to his neck. The tattoo was on his left pec.
"I hate this thing, but it seems that every tattoo parlor can't take this damn thing off."
"You've tried to remove it?"
"Yea," He sounded surprised द्वारा my words. "Wouldn't you? A mark that reminds आप everyday of what you've done, even after the fact that आप have quit....It's torture."
"I bet. I'm sorry."
Jerek pulled into his driveway, pulled his कमीज, शर्ट back down, and put the जैकेट back on. "Don't be."
Jerek got out of the car, and opened my door.
We woke Tabra up, and then went into Jerek's headquarters/house.