The distorted memories of Marco seemed different from Star's perspective. She looked around the mind she was in, her eyes landing on the Diaz's house, or at least a scarier version of it. She looked closely at it, seeing various doors possibly leading to Marco's memories. Holding her wand tightly, she carefully walked towards the front door, slowly opening it to make sure he wasn't behind it. She peeked her head inside of what seemed to be the living room.
Hm...doesn't seem so bad, Star thought to herself with a sigh of relief. Just when she took her first step on the wooden floor, a shadow passed by her in such a fast way she jumped. She turned her head towards a little boy, possibly Marco, running in his underpants. Star let out a little chuckle.
You can't catch me Mommy! The little boy said. Star saw another figure coming towards him. She grabbed him by the waist and tickled his tummy. Star smiled at the cute memory.
You might be fast, mijo, but I'm faster! She said, tickling her son even more.
"So cute!" Star softly said, swiftly walking past the memory to remember her mission.
If I were a demon, where would I be? Star thought to herself. She knew that Bill would be in a room that would control Marco's behavior, but where would that be?
"Excuse me, miss," a boy said, tugging on Star's dress.
Star looked down to see a 7 year old Marco with tears eyes. She smiled. So cute!
"Hi there, Mar—little boy, can I help you?" She asked, bending down to his size.
"I-I lost my daddy and I don't know where he is," he managed to get out, tears falling down his face.
Star's smile quickly faded."I can help you find him!"
"Thank you!" He said, jumping on her with a big hug. Star got up and held him, walking around the house until she could find anyone resembling his dad.
"Daddy!" Marco screamed, jumping off of Star and into his arms. The memory quickly faded into nothing. Star smiled.
"This is better than I imagined," Star said to herself, walking around the house more.
"Star?" A voice said. She turned around to see her Marco, sitting in a chair with a plate of nachos on an end table.
"Marco? You can see me?" Star asked, walking up to him.
"Duh! I'm Marco's conscious," he said, taking another chip off the plate. "Want some?"
"No thanks, I'm on a mission!" Star said, holding her wand up for a dramatic pose.
"Yeah, I know. That demon has been in his mind for the past five days. Thank goodness you showed up," Marco said, walking towards.
"So, uh, Marco, think you wanna come with me?" Star said nervously.
He chuckled. "Sure, I know where he usually is anyway." He walked up the stairs. "Follow me."
Star went up the stairs as well, holding onto her wand as tight as ever. Marco went towards the door to his room. It was locked up with black chains and it had a "KEEP OUT" sign on it. As with everything else, it was black and white and distorted. There was no knob to open the door.
"So, how am I supposed to get in?" Star asked.
"You have a wand, use it," Marco said, pointing to the suffocating wand.
"Okay. Here we go," Star said. She stood in front of the door, taking a few steps back. She took a deep breath and—
"SUPER GOLDEN TRIPLE KNOCKDOWN!" She shouted.
Her wand spat out a golden knuckle, punching down the door instantly. It shook the house into a mini earthquake.
Star and Marco looked at each other and peered inside the room. It was completely destroyed, but a single figure was at the control station, getting to work.
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This was the sixth night he was on the lose. His devilish smile scared so many people into running. He knew he had to be more careful now that the police were onto him.
A drunk man was lazily walking around with a bottle in his hand. He was wearing ragged clothes and a smile as creepy as his own. He smiled. He found his new victim.
Marco casually walked across the street to follow the man into a dead end alley. Perfect.
Marco slowly grabbed his sword from its holder and tapped the man on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Wha-" the man couldn't even get a word out before he was stabbed in the stomach. Blood came out of his mouth as he fell to the ground, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Marco slowly removed the sword from his abdomen and decided to be more cruel for this one. He slit his throat, blackness being the outcome. The man finally fell to the floor, dropping his bottle with a smash. He was gone.
Marco picked up the pieces of the bottle and started to cut him wherever he could. He then cut his own arm, leaving a deep mark on his skin. He smiled.
Kid, I don't know why I like you, but I like you. Let's do round two this time!
Marco smiled that devilish smile and walked away from the alley to find his next target. He looked around and saw a teenage girl with smeared make up on.
She was pretty. Auburn hair and tan skin, she looked like she just came from a party. Marco looked at her and his smiled became even larger. She was looking around her surroundings, hoping she would get home safe. Not tonight.
Marco ran up to her until he was a safe distance away from her.
"H-hey! Are you out here alone tonight?" Marco said, sounding like a twelve year old boy. The girl turned around, looking at him like a little boy in a costume.
"Are you?" She asked. Marco nodded his head.
"I'm on my way home!" He said, catching up to the girl. She noticed his arm.
"Oh my goodness! What happened to you!" She asked, examining his arm carefully.
"I, uh, got into a fight with some other boys," he said nonchalantly.
"Why are you wearing that ridiculous suit?" She asked.
"It's for a costume party I went to. That's where the fight took place. But don't worry I'm alright. I just don't want to be alone," he said.
"I know what you mean! With that killer out on the loose, I don't want to be alone either."
"Well, I guess we can just be together until one of us gets home," he smirked under his mask. He finally got her trust.
"You're right," she said, smiling. Too bad this nice girl had to die.
Just as Marco was picking up his sword to strike, a small seizure was buzzing in his head. The next thing he knew, everything was black.
