Chapter 3: The Mastermind

Saddening thoughts filled the room. Wyatt was mistakenly heart broken, he thought he was sad but he would soon realize that this in fact was not the case. soon after Wyatt's knees fell to the ground his dark jeans scuffing against the rough bathroom tile; a lone man came crashing in the scene.

With a wide slam of the heavy door crafted from an unknown material, he entered. The one man who they knew so well yet not at all. Conor, he was a sight to behold, his stance filled the minds of all the people there to bear witness. He held out his hand, "Sorry my child, I didn't mean for any of this." he said as he lent a hand to Wyatt. With tears running down both sides of his delicate face he was filled with warmth and trust for this man who he couldn't even recall the name giving to him at birth.

"T- Thank you!" Wyatt says back while his fear fades away this one man's presence brought him out of his delusions. He remembered it all, he did nothing to get himself here. He was dragged mercilessly with the might of a thousand young soldiers by Mark. Conor was friends with Mark and knew he was a little faggot whom would of course spend the rest of his days alone in pain and sorrow; in his effort to combat this for his friend who's only skill is his slight edge in Taekwondo.

At that dark time Conor felt he needed to force someone into said position. His first choice was Wyatt who he thought he could easily fool into watching a subliminal. However, said task required rearrangement of the psyche; after many efforts to realign Wyatt's brain he felt he had driven him into a sate in which he wouldn't return. Like a star in the days sky Wyatt broke free from said sin and rose up and above to find nothing but lies.

After a couple blinks from his visibly tired eyes the life seemed to flow back like a pressure washer. He shook Conor's hand forgiving him for his mistake on the condition that he would do Wyatt just one favor. Conor accepted said request and Wyatt offered his upmost respect. Tayla of to the side lines was moved to tears and felt pity on poor Mark whom lay beneath her lopsided stance.

A single tear fell down her left eye signaling chance and hope. Mark eventually started bleeding out the dark red color going against the hard white floor this caused the color to morph into a shimmering pink in which perfectly described Wyatt and Tayla's new outlooks on life.

Conor, being the epic gamer that he is lifted marks flaccid body off the ground the blood seemed to lightly holding on as it clung to marks body the sight was similar in nature to when peeling electrical tape off after some odd years. Mark was rushed to the Emergency Room...