Seeking Answers

Klaus Lavon pumped the brakes of his car with a rage and speed he had never thought possible.

He had been angry and confused before, but none of them could ever compare to the raging fire that was ignited and burned voraciously within him. He was confused and beyond outraged.

Klaus had a lot of questions, and only Markus could answer the questions he had. He had tried to think of answers for himself, but his wisdom seemed to have forsaken him.

He hoped, to hades, that Markus would have tangible answers that would help him. He could not bare the torture of thinking of her for one extra day, or he would lose his mind for good.

On his arrival, Klaus stormed out of his car and banged his door shut. He walked briskly to the door step of his friend's mansion. The door men were already quite familiar with his presence, so they let him in with ease. Klaus nodded curtly as they bowed to greet him.

He walked past the door with a frown on his face. The first place he walked towards was the