This is 100% experiment. If people like it, I ensure you I will complete it. But if I do start working on it, this will be a very dark story, so viewer discretion is advised. Emphasis on very.

Also, I might bring some Starco into this. So enjoy this first chapter, readers. And thank you very much for reading - constructive criticism is welcome.

Mrs Diaz

Mrs Diaz fixed her husband's tie as a power move.

She knew she lacked power, as she pulled her headscarf further over her head and tugged her husband behind her like he was on a leash. Cameras clicked, and she could hear people shouting at her to turn, hoping for a shot of her face.

Rolling her eyes, she bundled herself and her husband into the black limo awaiting them. As the wheels rolled and sent them out of the place, she cursed under her breath at the idea of that damned Mewni guard suggesting she had a personal guard.

Stupid idea, anyway, as it didn't stop her current situation. Her husband slumped slightly in the limo and asked in a hushed tone about Marco. She'd been having a hard time even working out what had been going on in Marco's head.

When the police arrived and arrested him, she'd been unable to say a word. But a little voice inside her convinced her that her son was innocent, it was a misunderstanding. Then the trial began, and the witnesses began trickling in.

The first witness she could remember stood in the stand and kept their tone even. They gave a fair and honest explanation of what had happened, and there were no flaws in their story.

What she wanted to do was strangle the life from them and scream that they were lying, that Marco was not a killer. He had not killed anyone, let alone how many the newspapers exaggerated.

The limo eventually comes to a halt outside their door, and Mrs Diaz must once again navigate through the paparazzi, who somehow knew she was returning home. Not even a shot of her face would she give them, as she pulled her headscarf completely over her head.

Since her face was concealed, her hands began shaking as she inserted the key into the lock. It juddered and ceased movement and the door opened before. Mr Diaz made his way into their house rather quickly, slamming the door shut.

Mrs Diaz sighed deeply, and pointed to the stack of newspapers reporting Marco's arrest and condemnation. Of course, neither of them could accept that their son was going to die at the hands of the law.

The thing she was sure Marco MUST have obeyed, no matter what the witnesses said. Taking one of the newspapers, she dusted them over and blew, discovering dust gathering on it. Meaning the other newspapers were also dusty.

How long had they been there?

It didn't matter to her - she brandished it and turned back to her husband, who didn't say a word. Clearly he was having just as hard a time accepting Marco's inevitable death. They had to be able to save him, they had to…

"Do you… want anything?" She was walking to the kitchen as she spoke, and still hadn't heard a word as she flicked the bottom of the kettle. Their kitchen was black and white, large and modern, with everything carefully placed.

Scraping back one of the breakfast stools, a horrible echo cracked the silence in the room. Mr Diaz followed his wife into the kitchen, and she was already pouring out some tea for herself and coffee for him.

Then she returned to the table with a perfect tray, not a single chip on it or a smear. Holding it, she gently placed it on the table and kindly served her husband his coffee. He curled his fingers around the mug, and pressed it to his lips.

"He's still in custody." Mrs Diaz notes aloud, before taking a quick sip at her tea.

Mr Diaz's eyes said more than his mouth. He was completely mute, with his skin pale and diseased - this trial took more physical toll on him than it did his wife, who managed to wake up every morning and put on her makeup.

From this point, her makeup was immaculate, and her face was caked in it. Though, to combat this, she kept herself modest with a little headscarf.

Not because the paparazzi wanted to know how it felt to have a criminal for a son sentenced to death. Why hadn't they abolished the death penalty here? She wished too much for him to spend his life with her, or at least in a cell.

"Yes." Mr Diaz agrees, practically drowning his voice out with coffee. He takes a long drag at his coffee, and she wants to tell him to say more things to her, that they haven't been speaking since their son's trial.

"For something that never happened." She reaffirms her opinion, and Mr Diaz nods in agreement, wordlessly, before putting his mug back onto the table.

A ring of it somehow forms around the bottom, and when he shifts the mug, she can clearly see it. Within seconds, Mrs Diaz produces some wipes and a coaster, forcing the mug to sit upon the coaster after wiping it clean thoroughly.

By the time he's emptied his mug, Mrs Diaz watches her husband trail upstairs like a ghost. She stays downstairs, because she doesn't want to know what he does when he's alone. If she goes to see him, she's invading his privacy, she tells herself.

Humming, she begins to mop the already unsoiled floor, going over it repeatedly. When she does put down the mop, she unloads the dishwasher and begins playing a song in her mind. As soon as she's done, she carries the same newspaper into the living room.

There's no need for her to switch on the TV, but she likes the background noise that she can't hear. All she's doing is reading about what the media portrays her son as. One of the newspapers she's collected lies on the table, with a picture of Marco.

The face of a killer - Marco Diaz.

In the picture, Marco stares at the camera with a look of surprise. It's in black and white, but she knows what her son is thinking - it was nonsense, he had done nothing wrong, yet as her fingers followed the words, she believed them, almost.

Marco Diaz pleaded guilty to the murder of six people, although his incoming execution has sparked controversy all over America, due to the involvement of what is believed to be at least one more person. Rumours have spread that Marco Diaz convinced the accomplices to commit such vile acts…

Mrs Diaz, mother of local killer, Marco Diaz, known as Mrs Stone Heart, contains to give no response to the execution of her son, as does her husband. Marco Diaz was sentenced to death after a four day trial, and his mother has failed to give any emotional response…

Such hateful newspapers, she tells herself, as she throws the other one she's holding back onto the table. Not a single word is uttered as she pushes it further away from herself, sobbing into a pillow, wishing she could turn back time.

Oh Marco, what have you become?

She's still weeping and bawling by this point, her mascara streaked over her face and her lipstick smudged. Many would pay for a picture of the rather kindly named "Mrs Stone Heart" finally revealing her true reaction.

This mask would slip off her soon, and the media would quickly know what she was hiding. Sweeping up the newspapers, Mrs Diaz repeated Marco will get justice under her breath like a mantra, before carefully pushing the newspapers into the right place.

Her husband was still upstairs, and she was slowly heading upstairs after him. Still, she had little desire to even talk to him, to talk to anyone.

Having reached the top of the stairs, she caught a brief glimpse of men and women crowding outside her home. Probably idiots who'd come to rant and rave about her son being a killer. Sometimes, she wished she could run away and abandon her husband.

Gritting her teeth, she turned away shiftily, before briskly making her way into the guestroom, where she collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

Marco will get justice.