This was it. He was going to do it.

Marcus stood on top of a building, he had no idea what kind, he stood on the very edge of it, thinking if he should really do it.

Thoughts of todays events played in his mind, his dark brown curly hair blew in the wind a little, and his dark brown eyes had a hint of internal struggle and fear in them, still thinking if he should really do this. If he should really jump.

He had nothing to live for, the set his boys home on fire, killed everyone. His parents died years ago, so he had nowhere to go. What was the point of living if there was nothing to fight for?

"What are you waiting for?"

He heard a voice say, he whipped around to see a women about his age, 16 or 17, leaning against a pillar a few feet away from him, her arms crossed. He recognized them from a few days ago, when what he thought was, "crazy people", tried to get in to join their school, an assassin school. Kings Domanian.

"Jesus Christ.."

He muttered, stepping off the very side, and turning towards the girl.