"Another case? Again?"

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The air bit at Marks face. It was cold and crisp, sort of like a combination of ice cream and a fortune cookie, expect that would be pretty awful tasting. Mark had actually tried pistachio ice cream once, and sort of liked it. He doesn't really eat it though, he prefers s'more flavored. No one else really did, but he didn't really bother when someone said "Ew, look at him eating S'more flavored ice cream!" He often heard this, but he didn't even care, it sort of just bounced off of him at this point.

"So.. do you think that Cesar's gonna be ok? I mean, not in a good way, I just don't want you getting arrested-"

"By Thatcher? I doubt it, me and him have gotten to know each other, I don't think he would arrest me for killing my friend that murdered my own sister." Mark interrupted Dave, as he shook his head to get rid of the snow falling down that had started again.

"I forgot that Thatch was sort of your other father figure.." Dave mumbled, he knew that Mark didn't like to really talk about his parents a whole lot.

"Yea, he's a pretty nice dude. I remember the first time I met him though, boy was he a bit angry. Speeding, had to pick up Cesar to go to some random ice cream place that opened in town." Mark smiled, he looked off to the side.

"Oh, The SnowTown?" Dave asked, as he looked over at his nephew.

"Mhm. The stuff there is pretty good. Cesar made me eat pistachio, doesn't taste that good, but it's also not bad either."

"Oh, really? I should try it sometime." Dave was a little bit happy that Mark was talking about his happy memories with Cesar instead of the present times.

Mark didn't respond, he was intent on the houses that weren't lit up. They never were, nobody lived in those houses. And it was mainly because one of them was housing some weird serial killer, which was so fake. A myth, perhaps. It was started by someone, the name was lost because of the amount of variations to it.

The two of them continued walking to Dave's house in silence, but Mark seemed to smile from time to time. They faded whenever the memory or whatever disappeared, but Dave could only assume.

15 minutes later

Cesar was now in a full fledged conversation with Gabriel and Six, they were sort of discussing whatever they were.

"Yea, Mark is sort of a pain currently." Cesar admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

"Really? I thought he was always quite nice actually." Six said in his raspy tone, and Cesar looked up.

"What do you mean, 'was'?" Cesar questioned, his face showed only of sheer coldness. "I met him when he was 4. Thing didn't have an idea that I was there to so said, 'finish him off'." Six continued. "Gabriel said that Mark needed to be killed, and he said that with no reason. And I sent off, into his television he had in his room." Six said, and shrugged. Cesar was baffled, Mark NEVER told him about this!

"So.. you didn't kill him, what did you do..?" Cesar questioned, he was getting quite comfortable with the two alternates, despite what the county said about them and "refrain from any contact with the threat". He found the thing to be stupid, and never really cared about it. His mother sure did, dear. Cesar saddened, he loved his mother so dearly, he didn't know really what happened to her, just that she's gone.

"I raised him, basically. Killed 'is parents, one actually committed suicide, but that's not important. All you have to know is that I raised him, his parents are dead, and that's final."

Cesar was shocked, he was sure his mouth was open by the time Six was done saying the small story. "And he never thought to tell me this?!" Cesar thought, as he shut his mouth and stared at Six intently. Mark usually described his stare as "If you stare at him for longer than 30 seconds, you're dead.". Cesar never was offended by this, and actually often took it with pride.

"Well, it's clear Mark needs to die either way." Gabriel said.

"NO, HE'S NOT GOING TO DIE." Cesar blurted out, and immediately shut his mouth.

The white room got silent, silent as the nice winter cold as everyone fell asleep silent (maybe besides the dad snoring).

No one broke the silence, not for awhile.

"W-why does he not need to be dead?" Gabriel asked, he seemed confused, but indeed he was.

Cesar looked off to the side, and frowned.

"He needs to be alive so I can keep him." He hated his pitiful excuse, but he didn't care. It was true, and that summarized it entirely.

"And why?" Six asked.

"I want him. And no one else will have him." From Six's position, it looked as if Cesar was smiling.  Cesar was smiling. But it wasn't your average "Omg, i'm so happy to see you because we haven't seen each other since 5th grade" kind of smile. No. This was the "I'm so happy right now that I could and would stab someone right now kind of smile".

"Are you ok?" Six asked, he started to get worried the tiny-ist bit.

"Oh, i'm fine.. Completely fine.."  Cesar said, his voice was barely a whisper.

"You sure? You seem.. joyous.." Gabriel said, his tone was cold, and he didn't seem afraid. He seemed the same feeling Six was feeling, but it was just a inexplainable feeling.

"Indeed I am. But, continuing on." Cesar turned back to face the two, he seemed happy but this time, it was in a much better way.

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Mark and Dave arrived at Dave's house, the smell of warmed pancakes hit Mark like a baseball bat directly in your shins. Which from Marks experience, hurt.

"Welcome home, I guess. I'm not sure, maybe feel welcome? I don't know, just welcome to your home for the time being." Dave added with a sigh.

"Cool." Mark said, the word was blank and dry, like a towel ridden in dirt and sand.

Dave headed off the the kitchen, he opened the fridge in looks of something to eat. Mark on the other hand, was wondering the house. He hadn't been here in a long time, since he was at least 15 or 14. He picked up a picture off of the stand that would've held a television, and looked at it.

It was a picture of him, Sarah, his mother, father, Dave, and Cesar. The family had gotten together for Marks birthday party, when he was 5. Mark frowned, he hated being 5. He remembered every detail of it.

        and he wished he had forgotten about it

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