The same night

It was 8 pm in the night. Mark was showering in the bathroom. Meanwhile his parents were chatting with their friends and Lucy was studying in her room with Liz and Samantha.

He stopped the shower and looked at the mirror. His eyes were calm. Dead calm.

"It has nearly three years since I got here. The past three years... Hmph."

Mark Chuckled at the thought of the three past years. Many things happened in the past years and many will happen in the future as well.

He got out of the bathroom and entered his room, got dressed and started to skim through the things that 'he' wanted to do.

"A lawyer, a writer, a detective and a photographer. Detective one has been done. I can do the writing and law at the same time. I should change schools, the current one doesn't have the scope of giving me a spot on a good University. The photography is the one that I have to learn from scratch. Except I have all the time in the world, so it's feasible. I should start from tomorrow."

Mark mumbled. He was thinking of the things that 'he' wanted to do. He now has the money and knowledge to do whatever he liked.

"Money isn't a problem for now, nor it will be. New York doesn't lack gangsters. Now I just have to deal with the final problem. It is 8 pm right now. Still have enough time to end everything."

Mark whispered while packing away the unnecessary things which had served their purpose and were no longer needed.

In a few minutes all the packing was done. He heard the door ringing. It was Mrs Silvan with her daughter.

He continued to stay in his room and think about the future plans. Mainly on what to write and when to start the photography.

In half an hour, suitable future plans were made and tested.

"Honey, you should eat too." Mrs Evans said to him. She was currently standing outside his room and waiting for him.

"Okay." Mark Evans replied and went to open the door.

Six hours later.

A man with a trailer full of hot containers containing food was going towards the Hell kitchen. This was his last journey. He had also wrote it on the food containers.

He set a small casette in a casette player and left the trailer. In a few seconds, he was gone from the place, disappeared in the veil of the night.

This was the biggest event for the people in Hell's kitchen, something that they never expected.

Ths was the starting of the bizarre events that started from then.

.....

Mark was sitting in the back lawn of his house reading a book. Beside him lay a rubber pool full of water.

Mark was playing with the water while reading a book about laws. He had already got to know about them in the past month as he was trying to solve the 20 cases. Now he was doing an in depth study of some particular laws that were not too common in America and the cases revolving around those laws.

He looked at the moon that was shining brighter than the day before it. While he was looking at the book. He was perceiving all the changes in the environment around him.

Especially the three girls that were talking about him. His hands stopped playing with the water and he whispered.

"Interesting."

He looked at the moon and then ignored the three of them and began to finish the book seriously.

In a few minutes he was done. He looked towards the room where the three girls were being lectured by his mother.

"Does she realise that she was the reason why they are having this situation in the first place," Mark muttered while going towards his room to sleep.

The rubber inflated pool was already deflated while the water was transferred to the nearby container.

The wooden chair was taken inside and placed beside the garage door while the book was going to be placed in his room.

Without any sound, he reached his room. His room was directly in front of his sister, Lucy.

As he was going to sleep. He gently knocked on the door of his sister and Mrs Evans, his mother, opened the door with her sister and her friends standing behind her.

"You should stop now as the neibhours as going to awaken from the noises." Mark said to them as he refused to believe that two women fighting would not scream. Not at all.

It was the second time that Lucy had seen her brother like that.

A slightly loose shirt that showed just enough of his body, his hair lazily falling on his shoulders and him using his original glasses.

"Okay honey. By the way, why are you not asleep till now?" Mrs Evans replied and asked. Behind her, the two girls were mesmerized as the sight of him.

Lucy was beautiful. Blonde hair and blue eyes with a good figure to boot. That's how they become friends. All three of them. The class beauties. Also the top brass of the cheerleaders squad.

Lucy's mother was also beautiful and it could be seen when they both were together that they looked alike.

Mark doesn't. He was on another level in many ways. Lucy and Mrs Evans were really fair while Mr Evans was not that much. He was a black.

Mark didn't resemble any of them. Not even a bit. And he was a hot beauty and handsome at the same time.

While this worthless thing were going on the mind of Liz and Samantha Mark replied.

"I just got the thing that I wanted to do. Three of them. I will tell you at the breakfast at 7 in the morning." Mark said to her. His tone was a little tender than normaly.

"Ohh. That's good but I already told you, you don't need to worry about the future, you can live with us for the rest of your life." Mrs Evans said to him dearly.

"I decline. I have already thought of the house to buy, my courses to choose and the colleges that I need to pay attention towards. The money had also been prepared and you know that I can never be bound until I wanted to be." Mark indicated. This was something that he said the moment he first met them.

"Hah, then make sure to tell me the address of the house when you buy it." Mrs Evans jokingly said.

"It's the neighbouring one. Mrs Silvan was going to move with her mother after the marriage of her daughter so she sold it and I brought it." Mark nonchalantly said.

"Hmm. So that's why you knew that she was going to come for the marriage invitation." Mrs Evans stated. She was once again proud of him and also worry free as well.

"Wait a minute, how did he get the money for the house? Why are you talking like if it is normal? He just brought a house without telling anyone else and that is how you respond?" Lucy said in amazement and frustration.

She was not sure if she was right to ask about it until she saw the faces of her friends and knew that she was right.

Both Mrs Evans and Mark stared at Lucy.

'And you say that you have nothing in common.'

Lucy shouted in her mind.

"Well our whole house is his anyway? If he needs money then we would just sell it." Mrs Evans said with a sadistic grin.

"And that's why I made sure to earn enough to buy another house and in the same neighborhood at that," Mark remarked emotionlessly.

"Come on honey, it was a joke, don't be angry." Mrs Evans tried to soothe the atmosphere. And it really was a joke.

"It doesn't sound like a joke coming from you." Mark responded. He knew the woman in front of him and he knew that the joke would become a reality if he really needed the money.

"Ok, goodnight and continue this later on. It's already late at night and they have to get up to eat breakfast too. And your husband would be late for breakfast." Mark said the last sentence and went towards his room.

He opened the door and it was a completely normal room that didn't have any special things. Not even any posters. Just a bed, a study table with a lamp on it, a bookcase and a wooden chair with his bag on it. That's it.

He silently closed the door and went to sleep. No sounds came after that. It was completely silent.

Mrs Evans looked at Lucy. Lucy and her friends looked at Mrs Evans.

"You should sleep. Wrong sleeping habits can cause problems later in life and we will continue on this later." Mrs Evans told them and returned to her room downstairs.