My name is Mark Fénix, and I am a builder. Yes, I know, my name sounds a lot like "Marcus Fenix". That really grinds my gears when people make a reference to that game series. Always with the "Hey Marcus, where's your lancer?" or "Marcus, Dom needs help! Kill the Locusts!". *moan*. And my habit of wearing a blue bandana on my head didn't help the fact either. Curse you, Epic Games.

As for my childhood, I never had a troubled past. I had good relations with my family, and I actually made many friends. A lot of them were impressed by my artistic talent. After all, I did have to go to SEVERAL art classes just to draw a few figures. They really took out quite a lot of time in my life, but it was worth it.

'But if you love to create, why are you a builder and not an architect?' some might say. The answer is simple. I prefer to create what is given to me as I prefer to make sure someone else's constructions look as good as they wanted it to be. Although I can't build anything by myself, and that sort of thing usually frustrated me a lot, but, I learned to work in fine tune with my fellow co-workers. While not the best worker, I still had a keen eye in spotting flaws in the already laid down pieces. How much fun it was to create!

As for the way I look, I'm rather tall, going about a meter ninety. My skin is rather shaded and my hair is a dark black. My eyes are actually green, something I could thank my mother for. Being a builder, I had a rather...hrm...well developed physique. My looks, unfortunately, weren't as well developed, and I never managed to get a girl friend. Oh well! I had more important things to do then to waste my time with a dame that would certainly have no taste in music or sculptures, and/or ask me to get rid of my own little collection back home.

Today, though, was going to be a special day! I was going to have a week of relaxation starting from now. I was finishing my "analysis" on a portion of the brick wall that had been set today. We were busy making a huge-ass skyscraper for a rich company. I honestly hated the design, but it was still my job. It was time to go home now. I saluted the "Boss-Man" *stern*, and said goodbye to those who were working on late shifts. A quick jump into my little red car, and off to the house I went! I honestly hated driving. Why? All the people who were blocking you or those random idiots who would drive at one an hour. Pfff.

I finally reached my house. I loved it's looks. It was tall and white, a look that screamed "authority" to me. The long stair-way leading to the door was aligned with two black rails which twisted and curved like a delicate flower. The yard was also surrounded by hedges cut to look like waves, while the trees covered the small pathway leading to my house. Some said that it was Halloween-esque with these details, but who cares. My house was a two-story building whose roof was very sharp and steep, probably reinforcing the "Halloween" looks. I quick unlocking of the door, and I was inside my personal museum. Everything in my house was made to look like a museum. From the front to the back, I had many paintings and sculptures waiting for me to clean them. When I say "works of art", I mean " works of art". Not like those scribbles with pretty colors or those statues made from an engine, a car door, and, to make it look pretty, broken shards of a light bulb smashed onto it.

Many times I went to an art museum to see those horrors, and many times did I slap the so-called "artists". They were simply painters, but barely even that! Some people need to gouge out their eyes and cut their hands off, to make sure that the true "art" won't be desecrated by these idiots.

However, this week, I was planning on leaving for Scotland in order to see the Edinburgh castle. The finest of architectural builds were those that were no longer created and were unique. Fine works of architecture that had much details placed into them, and those details took many years to think up and imagine. It was my dream to see something that would cause me to become stunned by its sheer beauty. What? Just because I'm a muscular guy that people think that "He'll kick your ass for breathin' in his general area" doesn't mean I can't have a lighter side to life.

Anyways, I did a bit of working out, took a shower, had dinner, then went up to my bedroom. I wanted to sleep as easily as possible, but, I needed to see what's on the news. I picked up the 'mote and pushed-a the button. I stood up while watching the news. It was the same anchor as before. Ted, as a certain person on that channel would call him. Hopefully, no incidents would happen this time:

"-and this will certainly rise tensions between both countries. In other news, astronomers have discovered a new event taking place in the great outer space! If I'm reading this correctly, it is a dust cloud that seems to be bending space around it like a black hole. Interesting."
"Oh yeah, a moving black hole cloud. Like THAT'S real."

Oh great. It's starting all over again. Why don't they just fire that douchebag?!

"GODDAMMIT! Why the hell do you ALWAYS need to pick a fight with me?"

"What? I'm the one giving precise information on realistic details," said a young orange-headed kid.

" Oh yes. Weather forecasting is TOTALLY undeniable."

"HEY! At least I'm not talking about something stupid like a "black-hole" cloud."

That kid was really annoying, especially when he changed his tone of voice to mock "Ted".

"So you wanna fight again?"

"What's wrong Reed Richards? Gonna...gonna go to your cosmic cloud to get your super powers?"

"THAT'S IT!"

"COME AT ME BITCH!"

The fight started again. Everyone tried to stop them, but a few were pushed away and one of the people hit the main camera, causing an awkward sideways view of the stage. The channel suddenly buzzed out to make way for an intermission.

With a click, I turned off the T.V. I stood there with a "poker face". I gently laid the remote back on the wooden shelf the television was laying on, and, with one big stretch, looked outside the window to admire the neighborhood. It was getting pretty dark, but the sun still gave off enough light to show a good color of blue to illuminate the sky. It felt great to be in your own house, especially your room, just to see everything outside. I decided to close my curtains after I finished admiring the blue of the night sky, and decided to just let myself fall face-first on top of my bed with my eyes closed. I'm sure I heard a *bzzt* as I felt myself fall through something hard and land on my bed. I had definately felt several stones of some sort hit me as I lied down with my face in the pillows. I seemed to have destroyed my bed too as it seemed to have shrunk. I muffled into the pillow my face was planted into:

"Damn. I broke through the floor. This'll cost me."