Home, because home sweet home was taken

"Merlin's beard! You've actually come home early for once," said Marcus calling out to his dad from the balcony outside his room.

Xavier, getting out of the car motioned for him to come down and help him out.

Marcus still unaware his father had brought home an unexpected visitor rushed down the stairs to perhaps be met with a surprise or a gift of some kind which usually followed when his father needed his help.

To Marcus' disappointment, he found his father helping the stranger covered in a blanket out of the car, "Another stray? You know your Mother Theresa vibes will one day possibly welcome a serial killer into our homes and then you know what will happen, we won't be able to fix this broken relationship between us because well, you'll be dead!"

Xavier disgusted by his comment, "What the hell is the matter with you? And hey, what makes you think that sharp mouth of yours would let you see the sunrise either, huh?" to which Marcus retorted, "It's just the way the world works. Nice guys die first."

Marcus then attempted gazing at the stranger to perhaps make him feel akward and get a response from him as they walked in but no reaction was stirred.

"Dad, where'd you get this guy? The circus? Where are his clothes anyway? No wait, I know. It was a fishing accident and he had to drag his unconscious best friend to shore but the weight of it all just..." interrupting, Xavier closed the door behind them saying, "What? No. Where the hell do you get this stuff? TV's rotting your brain is what it is."

The expression on Marcus' face communicated exactly what his father knew already was a poorly executed cliche.

Clasping his hands, "Well, that's that. So does your newest project have a name?"

Xavier sitting him down turned on his persuasive tone approach. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this method, I'd like you to know it's a technique that has been commonly used over the years by the parent species to screw over their offspring that offers the least amount of resistance.

"Actually, about that, we tried running prints, the little inquiries we did while we apprehended him, we turned up nothing. Not to mention he doesn't say anything so I was thinking while I go make some actual in depth inquiries tomorrow, you watch him here for your old man, huh, what do you say?"

With a horrified countenance, "Excuse you, I have classes you know," to which Xavier countered with, "It'll only be for the day, you sleep through your classes anyway so this should be good for you."

Marcus had to admit the persuasive tone approach really exploited his weaknesses but he wasn't about to let up just yet so he played the serial killer card again, the stranger card, the what if something bad happens and he attacks me card which was really all the same anyway but to no avail.

This good officer was keen on finding another way to help this boy and he hoped that his son could be crucial in figuring out what was wrong with him, also trusting in the self defense skills he had taught the boy himself, he felt nothing could go wrong.

Most parents would have never considered doing such a thing but Xavier wasn't most parents, afflicted with the need to find a happy ending for everyone which was not always possible and yet it was still something he was bound by.

Unable to escape his task Marcus gently led the stranger to a guest room and although he did not appear to even know what to do with it, Marcus was not in the mood to educate him, owing to the fact that he had issues of his own.

Just one day was all he needed to endure and that night was not part of it.. for he spent his nights on backs with angel wings, exploring the canvas of his mind in his writing hobby that seemed to truly bring the world to life. A life he spent so much time in he could hardly tell the difference when he engaged with society again. Maybe it was the insomnia, maybe it was it's inevitable effects or maybe, it was something entirely different.