It felt like an eternity but Williams finally came back strolling towards the car.
Their appearances appeared like a shadow as the glimmer of the moon reflected Williams glasses that hung in the collar of his cloth.
Arnold had only known about these sacred types a few years but he knew a lot of them.
From what he had researched, he knew about four although he did not know all of their personalities.
The Salem type, the Fractal type, the Vice Type and the Musk type.
He believed that the Musk type is the most powerful while the Salem and Fractal share similarities as the weakest.
Williams had a bold structure, making his fractal type seem ever more destructive.
The cell situation seemed to not bother Arnold in the slightest. In fact, nothing could.
He always seemed to look down at the floor and try to zone out everything to achieve utter silence.
"Arnold", Williams asked while looking at the frozen nature of Arnold through his window mirror.
"Mind your own business", Arnold then replied after a moment of silence.
Favour always wanted to have a brother but she considered Arnold as mean and unfriendly.
You couldn't blame her, Arnold ignored her, scolded her and sometimes even scared her.
It was a repeated process, one that Favour felt was torture.
Arnold tried every way he could to get his mind off his deceased parents.
Nothing was working.
Studying about the types wasn't getting him anywhere either.
Nothing else conserved Rick except killing another Arts User.
'If Victoria killed one and she had a sacred type, how much more me?', Arnold mumbled to himself as he slowly raised his head off his vision of the floor of the car.
Silence followed the rest of the drive. Not a word.
Williams always tried to consider Arnold as the second man of the house in case something ever happened to Williams or Victoria but Arnold stayed ignorant, believing that he could defend their home if he could become an Arts User.
The vehicle came to a stop in front of the brightly coloured red gate that glimmered beautiful under the rays of the full moon.
The house was only just a shallow bungalow but Williams nor Victoria considered it.
They were living happily in a nice home and that is all that they needed.
Arnold didn't stay ignorant to the home or activities concerning their family.
He had a heart made of stone but still showed little concern about the affairs of Favour.
As everyone left the Camry painted in all black, Favour began to cry.
The cry was so loud that neighbours around the block began to hear her, especially concerning the row of houses surrounding their own.
Williams rushed to the scene while Arnold stood still.
"Shh.. Shh. What's wrong baby? Don't cry", Williams tried to comfort Favour with consoling arms.
As annoying as younger siblings could be, Williams and Victoria always vowed to take good care of Favour and Arnold.
Arnold most of the time felt independent. One of the reasons he sleeps on a completely different room from the rest of the family.
"When is mummy going to come back?", Favour then added, tears filled her eyes.
"Don't worry. She'll be back real soon", Williams then said, trying to comfort her.
It didn't take long for Arnold's observing eye to notice the faint red mark fading off the wrist of Favour.
Fury filled his eyes, preventing him from seeing the bigger picture.
He couldn't hold the grudge anymore, he slammed the door behind him as he stormly strolled through the house.
Williams grabbed favour and followed behind him.
Once Arnold returned back to his room, he directed his line of sight towards the ceiling.
He was devastated, as it began to be made clear that one of Favour's abilities would be sonic sounds, although it was still a theory.
Arnold still kept his mind on one thing he had noticed on Victoria and Favour, whenever they used their abilities, it changed to a colour and then faded away.
He hadn't noticed this on Williams though.
He digged into his box and brought out a 60 leaves notebook with a green cover.
He opened and swiped through the pages.
"Yep, nothing recorded in here".
This notebook is a notebook that Arnold found in his parents house after they got missing.
All the pages were blank, but considering his curiosity, he grabbed the book along.
He used it to record all the things he noticed about Art Users, no matter how insignificant the detail.
He scrolled through pages but didn't notice any signs of marks changing colour or the marks appearing in different parts of the body.
"There is a lot I need to know", Arnold then told himself as he heard the sound of footsteps get closer to his room.
He ignored the footsteps.
He realised that to become an Art User, he needed to know a lot more about Art Users.
Unfortunately for him, the only two Art Users he knew were Williams and Victoria.
He changed his gaze towards his notebook as he wrote down what he had observed.
The marks on different parts of the body, the different marks colours and the different eyes colours as well.
Things he was sure of...
"Maybe, the marks and colours change as--".
He was caught off guard when he heard a faint knock on the door.
"Go away", Arnold called from inside his room.
"Son, I wanna speak to you".
"Don't call me son, I'm not your son", Arnold retorted at the other end of the door.
"Pls, open up".
It took about two minutes before will finally made Arnold to open the door.
He had hidden his notebook and his box of stuff as he did not want anybody to know about it.
"I've noticed your anger of recent.
What's the problem?".
"Nothing. Nothing is my problem", Arnold roared back at Williams eyes firmly fixed on the mark on Williams forehead.
Williams noticed his attraction to the mark on his forehead and so decided to cheer him up a little bit.
"Don't worry. When you grow up and mature a little bit, you might become an Art User".
Arnold turned to face the eyes of Williams. He had tons of questions to ask him but kept it all to himself then forced off a faint smile.
Williams saw the holding back of Arnold and realized that he looked as though he was confused about the Art Users.
Arnold's face was squashed and his look brought about confusion in the eyes of Williams.
"If you have anything to say to me, you can", Williams then added trying to calm down Arnold.
Arnold turned, forced another smile and nodded 'no'.
Williams then left the room and walked over to Favour's room, while Arnold returned back to his green covered notebook.