Since the man with the talking spear had been walking with his eyes closed he probably wouldn't notice the young man spread out on the ground in front of him up ahead. Mark Williams was a twenty year old male with dark hair and hazel eyes. He stood at around 5'9" and had an average body build, nothing too bad, nothing too good. In fact he was the sort of guy that most people simply didn't see because he was not special. Mark had a bad case of low self-confidence and he was the sort that tended to be dependent on others and was like a dog with a chew toy, once he had someone in his life he hung onto them until they left him.<br/><br/>Then he got depressed and laid himself out on a road or sidewalk until someone else came into his life and he would do the same thing all over again. He was currently staring up at the night sky which was twinkling with stars up above and waiting for someone to come into his line of sight. Or for a voice to ask him what he was doing. Anything. He thought about the last guy he had attached himself to who had simply asked him if he was all right and Mark had instantly tried to become his best friend which at first had been a bit strange for the guy and he had simply walked away. But Mark had followed him.<br/><br/>He had trailed him and watched him to see what the guy liked to do, where he worked, what he liked, pretty much everything about him and then had tried to do stuff for him to get him girls, to get him other things. To make his life easier, better. Mark was obsessed. And all he wanted in return was to be with that person, to be their friend, to be looked after and cared for. He didn't need sex because he wasn't looking for that, he was looking for friendship, for people he could hang out with and who would include him in their circle of trust. Someone who wouldn't abandon him. The time before the guy he had hooked up with a young woman.<br/><br/>She had lasted longer than the last guy. Perhaps because she thought she could change him. Mark tried to change for her but he kept falling back into his old ways. He didn't realize that his dependency upon those he met was somewhat creepy and that was what drove most of them away in the first place. Had he been a bit less obsessed, a bit less dependent perhaps he could have made friends of most of the people he had come across but Mark had low self-esteem as well as low self-confidence. It was a very bad combination. She had left after a month and he had returned to one of the well traveled roads. That was when he'd met the guy from before.<br/><br/>Mark continued to lie there on the road as he waited for the next person to come upon him and hoped this time he would find a true friend that could stand him for longer than three months. Three months had been the maximum time anyone had ever stayed with him. He had never found someone who would stay longer than that before they went insane and tried to kill him. It was just his personality and what he did and how he acted. It drove people to try and kill him to make him stay away. He was sad about that but tried to keep hoping for the best and told himself that somehow, someday he would find someone who he could stick with for the rest of his life.