Rustle, Rustle. Mark woke up. He searched around the room, corner to corner to see where the sound came from. Was it Sean sneaking in to surprise him? Sean was the sneakiest boyfriend he had had in awhile. Was Felix sleepwalking again? He tends to sleepwalk when he is under a lot of stress. He couldn't tell weather it was them or a raccoon sneaking its way through the cold, dreadful winter night. "What was that?" Mark asked in a tired-but-alert tone. He was reacting to the sound of a pan dropping in the kitchen. "Felix, you can't keep doing this to me buddy." Mark said, opening up the door. The knob was cold to the touch, Mark knew he shouldn't have left his window open, but the apartment was just so hot during the night. Mark walked through the tiny apartment he shared with his friend Felix. Mark went to the door to the kitchen and froze, the knob was ice cold. Mark looked at the window, which was wide open, blowing a frosty breeze through the room. He opened the door, only to find Felix not in there. He pondered what made the pan fall, and went to check on his friend. He was asleep, over the blanket, his hand had paint on it from the freshly painted window.
Meanwhile, Ken was still awake. ¨Need.. More… Coffee¨ Ken said, half asleep on his desk. He heard a knock on his front door. He went and answered the door. ¨It´s 3 a.m., ….go away¨ Ken said, then realizing there was nothing there. He closed the door, and made coffee. When he went into the kitchen, the sink was running. ¨What the heck!¨ he exclaimed. He went to turn the water off. Slash. Ken felt a slight numb sensation on his shoulder, followed by a sharp, burning pain. ¨AHHHHH¨
He felt this sensation on his other arm, his leg, and the spine. He fell over, his body in multiple pieces. He was dead within the next minute. The body was skinned, and the bones were cleaned. These bones were to be the foundation of something special, something of compassion, something of rage. The frame of bones.