Time- Two hours before Farlan Sr's death

"It's day twenty three of this shitty prison cell. If I am lucky I would get death row for hitting HER. To be a in cage for the rest of my life would be hell. But, knowing karma I won't even get the luxury of death. I mean why should I? I hit HER!", the young man whimpered to himself with a empty look in his eyes.

"Hey Markus you got a new room mate as well you Carl (A prisoner across the hall.) Stand at rest.", hissed out the prison guard.

Then down the hall way was a familiar pair of cinnamon rolls. The Farlan family. The officer opened up the door and dragged the younger Farlan into the cell. Farlan was putting up a fight so the officer slammed him on the floor. Older man had calmly walked into his cell without showing much emotion.

"Long time no see moron or should I say glorious leader?", Markus said sarcastically while thudding his foot.

The response that Markus got was a quite sob which, made Markus cackle.

"Grace you better quit that fucking whimpering before I sell you to a man looking for a good time.", Farlan Sr. said with a sigh.

That got Grace to shut up real quickly but, his eyes are still puffy from the constant crying.

"Thanks for shutting the water works up for me. I was this close to kicking him in the stomach.", Markus jeered at the older man whilst making a small gap with his hands.

"Who are you kid? You look familiar.", asked Farlan Sr. with a look of neutrality.

"Oh I am the kid who choked your failure of a son out.", Markus had replied with a snicker.

Grace got off the ground and swung wildly at Markus. Markus simply side stepped and grabbed the back of the young Farlan's jumper. He then used Grace's momentum to flip him upside down back first into the cell door.

"I may not the martial arts prodigy like my sister is but, I can still your ass Grace.", Markus gloated while holding the head of the younger Farlan.

"Can y'all keep it down? A bastard would like to sleep.", Carl growled angrily.

"Sure thing man.", Markus responded with a yawn.

"Oh damn I am going to do the same. By the way, grace you get to sleep on the floor since there is one bed.", Markus said as went for his cot.

*One hour and fifty minutes later*

*rattle* *clank*

"Is that the door?", Markus wondered before turning to realize that both cinnamon rolls were missing.

"Where in the fuck are they?", Markus asked himself as he looked down the hall to see a bright lighted room.

"Probably there.", Markus assumed as he walked down their.

The closer he got he starting to hear someone yelping quietly. It sent shivers down Markus's spine. When he saw what was inside he was in complete awe. The older Farlan was being water boarded and electrocuted as well by a car battery. The old man was beaten and bruised. Grace was there with a gag in his mouth. Grace was screaming his lungs out in the corner.

"Now I am going to ask you this one time old man. What did you tell the cops?", an unknown voiced asked.

The older couldn't even speak due to the constant torture.

"Fry him.", the unknown man said.

The man with car battery took two jumper cables and attached them to older mans face. Blood started to leak out his eyes, steam blew out his ears, and his brain leaked out his nose. The worst part was the stench. There was no analogy that could describe that stench.

Then a gag that came out of Markus's who sprinted to his cell. The murders came to find the young man but instead heard cops running down the hall. So they grabbed Grace and ran.

"WAS THAT TITAN INSIGNIA THAT I SAW?", Markus screamed internally.