The stained blood on the roads and houses suddenly went back to flowing blood and began making its way over to a skeleton that lied next to a blood-stained knife. The blood covered the skeleton and turned into skin and muscles which stretched over the bones. The blood covered the skull and re-sculptured the face of none other than Marcs. Short blonde hairs came from his head. His body now completely recovered and full skinned and healed wounds. The knife glowed with a crimson color as Marc’s dark brown eyes snapped open, craving of the sweet taste of blood and death.