Williams was the only person in the Fletcher family that had a Sacred Type since birth.
Arnold's parents had earned their Sacred Types in ways unknown to Arnold.
Arnold had managed to perfectly draw the mark he had noticed on the forehead of Williams.
As he saw earlier, it was an ox.
The mark appeared like a tattoo that contained only lines. No colors, no extra attributes, just lines.
Lines that lighted dark blue in the case of Williams.
Arnold heighted Williams at about his shoulder region.
Victoria already had a stash of first aid treatment in the house but still needed a fresh bag of tonges to remove the bullet.
Victoria had studied medicine during her university although she still didn't have a job.
Her only source of income was through her husband, Williams, who worked as a oil refiner so he earned them a lot of income.
After a while, Favour and Williams were brought of the car.
Groans.
Williams laid on the floor as though he was paralysed, blood spread through his cloth.
Favour laid there silent as though she was dead, eyes wide open.
No words from her, just silence.
The both of them were carried in by Victoria who looked pale and half dead.
Arnold stepped into the house without concern for his foster father and foster younger sister.
"Arnold, take care of them while I go grab something to eat", Victoria roared at Arnold who stood with a straight posture, looking directly at his notebook.
Arnold still wondered the exact look of Victoria's mark.
He had already sketched out Williams mark on his notebook but left a space blank for Victoria's mark.
Although as he looked at Williams and Favour who laid on the bed groaning, he began to feel that it was time to start questioning and not keeping it up to himself before it is too late.
He walked into the room specially reserved in their home for hospitalisation.
It was his first time ever being in that room.
The room was lit up with a big jumbo bed that laid in the centre, covering up most of the space.
Nothing much.
A first aid kit.
A large bandage laid on top of a shelf and a shandeliar hung on the ceiling.
A standing fan sighted at the corner of the room.
It wasn't much, but it was enough to treat any domestic wounds obtained by people.
No one would have anticipated gunshots.
Rick looked directly at Williams wanting to ask so many questions.
Favour still laid stale at the corner of the bed without a word.
It was clear to see the red stains on the cloth that wrapped around her leg.
Arnold was nearly moved to tears.
He was ignorant and very stubborn, but he hated seeing the damages occurred by his parents whether be biological or foster.
The blue light had dimmed on the forehead of Williams hardly noticeable.
Arnold could hear the loud sounds of a plate rattling knowing fully well Victoria was trying to satisfy her hunger.
Favour's eyes still remained brightly open as though she hadn't blinked since the incident.
Williams grunted as he sat up right on the large jumbo bed.
He looked down at his ribs as he held it tightly trying to contain the pain.
"What's wrong son?", Williams asked with eyes full of worry and hope.
Arnold fixed his vision on Williams, not the mark but Williams.
Seeing Williams, Favour and Victoria this way made him to regret his decisions.
Although it took the near death of Williams and Victoria to finally get it through his thick skull.
He wanted to be an Arts User so badly that he lost sight of the bigger picture.
He walked up to Williams and held his wrist out.
He scoped the scene.
"I know what your thinking there boy", Williams mustered ruffling Arnold's hair.
"The knife appeared out of nowhere.
Even I was astonished when I saw it".
Arnold stared directly at Williams and let out a faint gasp.
For the first time, Williams felt as though he truly had a connection with Arnold.
He smiled, still groaning in pain. Holding onto the injured part of his rib.
Victoria finally came back, witnessing Williams sitting up right and Arnold who sat beside him gave her happiness.
She walked in and took out the First Aid kit, opened it up and began treating Favour, who at this point, you couldn't even tell if she was alive.
Williams removed his clothes and looked down at the spot of his wound.
He couldn't believe the rage and fury he had put in into killing that man.
He obviously knew that police will be on the case but he didn't mind.
To him, justice had to be done.
The light blue that still glimmered from the bright mark of Williams had completely being put out like a flame.
Williams now looked abrupt and laid down on the bed. He looked distorted and continued to groan in pain, his mood suddenly changed once he caught sight of Favour.
Favour's eyes slowly began to shut as she looked like a dead figure laid on the bed.
Arnold may have began to express emotion and accept his new life and family, but he still had an observing eye.
He noticed things that many other people could not.
Arnold didn't say a word but he remained observant.
Victoria still looked as stale as bread but had more energy than before.
She walked over to Williams and carefully brought down the bandages that still remained on his rib section.
The scene was unbearable but Arnold didn't flinch.
It felt as though he had seen worse.
His eyes didn't shake, his heart didn't race.
Victoria tried to use her medical personnel abilities to take care of the injured Williams.
Arnold concentrated on something else.
Something that grabbed his eyes, something out of the ordinary.
He was interrupted when Victoria called for a flash light and pare of rubber gloves.
Things that could easily be found around the house in case of an emergency.
Favour still laid at the end of the bed, eyes now completely shut as though she was dead.
Arnold's gaze fixed at her, no movements no words.
Stretch marks spread across his face.
"Is she dead", Arnold faintly pronounced softly and calmly.
His eyes trembled, his heart raced. He believes that not being able to fend for his younger sister was what caused the disaster.
He stayed silent, eyes bellowed towards the floor.
He looked at Williams whose groans echoed around the room. He then faced back at Favour and froze.
Eyes fixed at the red long sleeves that flowed down to her wrist.
"Is that what I think it is", Arnold thought to himself without a word.
A sudden glow of red light shun through the sleeves worn by Favour.