When Mark arrived at his house, he saw there was a truck sitting outside of his house. He recognised it to be Glen's, he walked up to the front of the house as the gates where open. As he walked towards the window, saw Kira sitting in the living room crying. He kept back against the wall, he decided to make his way to the basement as from the outside there was two doors on the side of the house that opened up and led down into the basement. As he was making his way there he heard someone in the garage, he rememebered he had his beloved bikes stored in there. He quietly made his way towards the garage doors and peeped inside to see who it was, to his relief he saw it was Glen. He was cleaning the bikes carefully, like they where about to break at any moment. He quietly slid out of the garage and made his way towards the basement doors. He went down them and found luckly enough for him a sofa bed was storing until he decided what to do with it. His stomach made a loud grumbling noise.
"Hmmm, must need some food." he told himself. So he quietly made his way to the stairs that led up to the kitchen, he made sure no-one was coming into the kitchen and quickly but quietly when to the fridge, grabbed some food and made his way back down to the basement.
Glen came back into the house and made his way to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and noticed half of the food was missing. He grabbed a can of beer and took a swig of it before making his way to the living room to check on Kira. Over the last few days Glen had become increasingly worried about Kira, she hadn't talked about Mark's death and he knew when someone close to you die's people usually talk to one another to comfort them.
"Hey." he answered.
"Hey." she repiled.
"How are you doing"
"Ok, and you"
"Im good"
"good"
"Hey Kira"
"Yeah"
"Did you take any food from the fridge cause it's half empty"
"I don't know, been mainly in a trance so i might of and not known i did"
"Ok then. I think i'll just go and get some more food in then. Won't belong"
"Ok then"
Glen left the room, hating the fact he couldn't build up the guts to ask her if she wanted to talk about what had been happening incase she got angry with him. He hoped that when he got back she was still in the same place he had left her. As soon as Glen left, she switched the tv off and went upstairs into Mark's room. She got into the bed and hugged one of his pillows, as she breathed in she could faintly smell his cologne. She smiled as she hugged it even closer to her, then she realised she would never smell that cologne or hear him in the house or even fall asleep with him. She started to cry as she realised it, she cried so hard that she fell asleep in his bed. The only happiness and memories of things that she would of liked to happen, could now only happen in her dreams. Mark heard glen leave, he decided to take a chance and to and find some clothes from his wardrobe upstairs in his room. He walked around trying to remember which room was his. When he found it he walked in and went straight to his wardrobe, as he opened it he found there was no clothes in it.
"Where the hell is my stuff?" he asked himself. As he finished saying it he heard something make a small sound, he turned around and froze. Kira was in his bed, he didn't move incase she was awake. When he looked harder he saw she was asleep, he saw her eyes where red and puffy. She had cried herself to sleep, he walked over to the bed and kneeled down on the side of the bed she was sleeping on. He pushed some hair off of her face, he then continued to stroke her face. He then leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"I love you Kira." he told her sleeping form. He saw on her face a smile. He knew she thought she had dreamed him saying it, he wished so bad that he could wake her and tell her himself. He then left Kira and went to find some clothes, he found a bag of his clothes in one of the spare rooms. He grabbed the bag and made his way back down to the basement. He found out it was his jeans and some of his leathers, at the bottom of the bag he found something that was neatly folded up. He pulled it out of the bag and it unfolded itself, as it fully had unfolded itself it turned out to be his leather trench coat. He knew the only one who would take care it making sure that the coat was properly folded would be Kira, he saddened at the thought. He wanted to be with Kira so bad, if he hadn't already died then this would of for sure killed him instead. As he became angry at whoever had killed him, he suddenly had a flash back of a man, taller than him holding him over a stage. The flash back was over in a few seconds, he could feel something was starting to rage up inside and become angry. The angry was like an adrenline rush, it pulsed through his veins.
"What the hell was that?" he said to himself.
The rush of whatever it was that was going through his veins began to fade. Mark decided that he would lie down for a little bit to see if that would help. That hadn't happened for a very long time, the last time he felt something like that he was evil and sadistic. He was hoped that it wasn't what he thought it was that was coming back and making itself known to him again. He couldn't lose Kira over this, but he knew that he wanted revenge on the man who had killed him. Whether he liked it or not he knew who was coming back.
The Phenom had arrived.