PART TWO - DETERMINATION.

                                    

                                          
CESAR TORRES 
Cesar eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling above him. His head was racing--thought after thought--he couldn't stop it. He had tried desperately only a couple minutes ago to sleep, but after what felt like hours failing to do so, he rolled onto his back. 
This is all a dream... please let this be a dream..
His mind couldn't wrap around the fact that she was dead. He was so determined to will her back to health--no matter what tried to stop him--but alas, he can't stop death in its tracks... but he can stop something else.
Cesar sat up, his eyes shifting from the ceiling to his closet. Brushing his currently messy black hair out of his face, he got up and shuffled over to said closet. Opening it, he searched the darkness.
Right where I left it.
He pulled the pistol out from the top of the shelf. His eyes lingered on it. That thing took his own mother from him. His hand tightened around the pistol. He would find that monster and blow its brains out. 
Cesar knew there was no way he could get to sleep, not with this rage burning in his throat. That's fine. He doesn't need sleep. He needed to find the alternate that murdered his mother in cold blood, and return the favor. Cesar let out a huff, trying to calm his mind. He placed the pistol on the well kempt bedside dresser. 
MARK HEATHCLIFF
"You're not seriously planning on taking down an alternate by yourself? That's basically suicide." Mark's voice was breathless, both in concern and surprise. His hand gripped the telephone even harder than he had previously. When he noticed this, he loosened it and lowered his head. "Cesar, that's idiotic.. are you MAD?!"
"I know what I'm doing, Mark."
Mark fell silent. The tone of Cesar's voice was unlike he's ever heard him. Cesar was almost never this pissed. But, of course, the circumstances are different at the moment, so Mark understood him somewhat. But he was still desperate to talk Cesar out of this already failing plan. "What about your father? I don't imagine he'll take it very well if the last piece of his wife dies as well."
Cesar fell silent. 
"Cesar, I'm being serious. Your father will be way past crushed if you're killed because you can't accept that she's dead." 
"Its not guaranteed that'll I'll die. What if I do kill it? He'd be at peace for once. " 
"Cesar, do you seriously think you'll come out of that fight alive? You're making a bad decision."
Mark rose his voice. He didn't want to yell, both because his parents and neighbors were asleep, and he didn't want to piss of Cesar even more. 
"I'm not changing my mind, Mark. This call was a mistake."
Mark opened his mouth to protest, but the other end clicked. Cesar ended the call. Mark didn't hesitate. He bolted to his bedroom, throwing on his hoodie, though not bothering to change out of his sweatpants and tank-top, this was an emergency, he couldn't let Cesar handle this alone. He snuck into his parents' room, and opened the security safe. He slipped the gun into the pockets of his hoodie, and closed the door. Mark contemplated whether he should write a note or not.