Nothing much else happened after the phone call. Victor finished up his salad and placed it outside the door to be taken away by the cleaning people and then went back to watching television for a bit. He never really cared much for television but it was something to keep him entertained at least until he got bored of it. Once he decided he was bored with it, he went over to his suitcase and brought out a sketchbook. Every page in the book was completely blank so the book was still pretty new; he got it a few weeks ago and never really had the time to do anything with it. He decided he wasnâ€™t going to burn this one. An artist he was not, but he liked to sketch random landscape scenes and whatnot â€“essentially creating a sort of peaceful vision in his mind as an escape from reality. It was something he has done for awhile, usually another way to block out his father after an argument.<br/><br/>Despite not being someone with an artistic talent he still did fairly good drawings at least in his opinion. Though if someone were to tell him he was amazing, he would deny it. The scene he drew was just a simple field, nothing too out there or fancy. Keep in mind that he is indeed not an amazing artist. There were rough drawings of trees and grass, clouds, birds, even a windmill sitting on top a hill in the distance that all seemed to come together nicely in its own way. Art was an enigma after all. His father never even cared to look at his drawings so mostly it was a guilty pleasure to keep him away from wanting to burn things; in fact his fatherâ€™s criticism of his drawings among other things was what originally started his moderate pyromaniac habit.<br/><br/>He was about half way done when he received the text from Mathias. Part of him wanted to go over and see him but then he remembered the golden rule about spaceâ€¦ however, something didnâ€™t seem right. Something sent a chill down his spine but he ignored it and went to bed.<br/><br/>The next morning, after getting about two hours more of sleep, Victor woke to an uneasy silence filling the air. He called his father and wished him a good morning like he always did despite the ungrateful prick never seeming appreciative of having a son that cared to do such things. Then he got dressed in a t-shirt and jeans like a â€˜normalâ€™ teenager though with his neatly combed hair he seemed older than he was and jumped on his laptop. Usually someone his age would check Facebook or go to some MMO or do something else. Victorâ€™s use of it was always strictly for business, though he did have a Facebook account his father was unaware of, always checking his e-mails and such, making sure everything was alright with several other things.<br/><br/>Then he decided to go see if Mathias was awake. He paused dead in his tracks when he saw the other man stepping out of the door, immediately slamming him against the wall and jamming the barrel of his gun under the manâ€™s chin. He was in full bodyguard mode now. This was one of his fatherâ€™s enemies! How the hellâ€¦ why the hell was he in Mathiasâ€™s room. He would definitely have to question the young man later assuming he realized what he has just done. Was this another sick joke or something? Victor stared at the man with hard eyes filled with the intent to spill blood if he had to and the man only smiled, â€œWell if it isnâ€™t Junior out of a stroll. Oh and whatâ€™s this? Daddyâ€™s not here to protect you, is he? What a shame.â€<br/><br/>â€œJust leave,â€ Victorâ€™s tone was icy.<br/><br/>â€œWith pleasure. I was just on my way outâ€ The man smirked. As much as he wanted to blow that guyâ€™s head off he controlled himself. One, this was a public place. Two: he couldnâ€™t go around killing people just because they opposed his father. He would just have to inform his father of this later and hope for the best. For now he had to see if Mathias was alright. Completely disregarding the rules, he banged as hard as he could on the roomâ€™s door. His breathing was heavy, his heart racing, hoping nothing happened to him.