Sage had sat back down at his desk, focusing in on the vlog she'd shown him as well as her file and any of her other social media accounts, anything she'd posted online, that sort of thing. He also looked at the boy from the video, and pulled up his records among other things. There was no doubt he was the one who had done it....he had a few listed things on his record, some of which were beating people up. It didn't surprise him much, but now he just had to gather the data and present it. And get them too listen.

"Go punch Grant or something" she snapped at Dale. He grit his teeth and Grant lifted his head at his name, looking between them before going back to whatever he was doing. Ally rubbed her hands on her pants, leaving behind the white remains of her chalk.

Sage could hear their conversation, and winced slightly. It was odd, how the girl had suddenly decided she hated the guy. They'd gotten along well before. It wasn't really his business though, so he just focused on the case. He barely noticed when the other officer came, and caught him up briefly before practically running out the door. He moved to run once he was out of sight...back to his trailer, where he changed into normal looking clothes and headed off to watch this boy for a while.

Ally sat in her cell, her eyes glued to the ceiling out of boredom, trying to ignore Dale's constand noises: huffing out air as he paced back and forth, his knuckled popping as he wrung his hands together. "Geez man, gut it out" Grant growled and Dale finally sat down. Ally could feel his gaze on her neck.

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Marc sat on the field, watching the other players run for the ball. One guy threw it to a guy halfway down the field before getting tackled. The boys laughed and slid off of their sweaty friends, some lending a hand to help the kid up off the ground. He hated barbecues like these. No one liked talking to him and he never truely understood why. So he could be a completely selfish jerk at times. Wasn't his fault. No. it was Alleyah's fault. Destiny never let Ally out of her sight and it infuriated him. He wanted Dest, but instead he had taken her life out of revenge toward Ally. Still made his heart hurt knowing he was the reason his forever crush had been hanging from that tree. Two years... two long years since she had been gone and no one seemed to miss her presence. Well, except Marc. He was head over heals for that girl. Too bad she had been used for revenge on her best friend

Sage found Marcs home address easily, though no one was home, so he moved to circle the neighborhood a little bit. Just peeking around getting a feel of things. He quite pretty soon, since he was getting some weird looks from people. It made sense....he didn't exactly look like a cop. He looked like a stereotypical bad guy. Which...he was a bad guy but that was beside the point. His attention grew to a sort of party looking thing, and his gaze fixed on the young man standing off to the side. It was definitely him, and he stood there watching for a while before moving to slide closer, through the trees.

Marc watched everyone before moving to get food. He felt a prickle up his spine like he was being watched- it always amazed him how someone could have that feeling- but he ignored it. Practically the entire neighborhood was here, so it didn't bother him much. Marc sat down on a bench beside his younger sister. The girl looked similar to Ally in some ways. Straight red hair cascaded down her back and her green eyes watched everyone. She would get up and run around just for the sake of moving. marc sighed as he watched his sister, her movements making him feel some type of guilt for getting her arrested anyway, no he thought it's just time messing with my head. She deserves every bit of this he growled to himself, his jaw clenched tight

Sage lingered in the trees for a while, knowing no one in the neighborhood would recognize him if he just waltzed into their party. He waited in the shadow....just watching, quietly. He could see the anger still brewing inside marc, and it made him a bit nervous. What if he killed someone else? He certainly would be capable of it

Marc bit into his hotdog, his eyes roaming the yard. His parents prepared food with some of the other adults. Marc stood, his hotdog in his hand, and snuck toward the back of his house, grateful that the people seemed to ignore him. Once he was out of sight, he ran inside the shed behind his house, coming back out wih keys dangling from his fingers. He started the engine of his four wheeler, driving it down the road toward a place he had kept himself from for far too long. A pit grew in his stomach at the thought of talking to her again. He parked on the other side of the road, getting off and walking toward the grass across the road. His eyes searched the field until he spotted the headstone that made his knees weak. "Destiny Jurry- 16 years of age" Marc couldn't bear reading the rest as he slowly fell to his knees. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner..." he whispered, his head hanging low. "I was mad... still am if I'm honest. You always loved her and I still believe you do... that you're watching her from up there." He let out a strangled sigh as he fought to keep his emotions in check. "I never really meant to hurt you... I just wanted her out of my way." Marc shook his head.

Sage watched with a steady gaze as marc snuck off and drove away from the gathering. He follows him down the road, jogging through the trees behind him easily. His brows rose with surprise when he started talking, but he managed to record the last half on his phone. There was no denying it now. But the guy was obviously hurting....he needed an institution where he could heal, not just be stuffed in a cell somewhere. He'd have to learn to manage his anger too, but that would be part of it.

Marc glanced around for a second before getting up to leave. He made his way to his four wheeler, getting on and driving back to his house. He looked around before pulling behind the building, parking and sneaking back to the outskirts of the party, trying to wipe all emotion from his face