Marco tore down the hallways. The many household servants narrowly evaded being run over. None chased after him, nor questioned the blood that followed his trail. They knew about the recent murder and assumed the blood was from the murder site. None knew the real truth. None would ever question, none would ever know.

The younger Atreides ran into his room and slammed the door. He slumped against the door and slowly slid to the floor. His tears would not leave him. Contrary to belief he was not upset over his father. He was upset over the situation, over having something valuable taken away from him.

"Jowy.... I will never forgive you." he muttered. He submitted to deep thoughts of the many ways he could get his revenge. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

When Marco awoke, he found himself lying by the door. Promptly he stood, 'How did I lower myself to sleeping on the floor? Someone will pay for this.' he grumbled.

He brushed himself off and noticed his hands and clothes were still stained with blood. He quickly took a shower and dressed in some fresh clothes. He then brought his blood-stained clothes to the library and threw them into the fireplace. The pleasant flames burst with retribution, then slowly gnawed away at the fabric. Marco did not want to see those clothes again. They would remind him of Jowy and what happened.

"Young Master Marco..." a simple servant girl called. "Your breakfast is ready."

"Is Jowy there?" Marco asked.

"Yes, I believe..."

"Then stuff it." Marco growled. "I have better things to do than spend time with that thieving peasant."

The servant girl shifted uncomfortably. "Umm... as you know there is going to be a funeral held today for the late Master Marcel. Shall I fetch your clothing for the occasion?"

"Don't bother, peasant. I'm not going."

"B-but..."

"Don't question my motives!" the young Atreides snapped. "You are a lowly servant girl. It is your job to do as your are told without question. I am the master around here, not you. Don't ever step out of your place again. You got that?"

Quivering, the servant girl bit her lip to prevent her from crying. She curtsied. "Forgive me." she said simply and left.

The door closed again. Marco watched the last of the dreaded reminder burn into ash. The light from the fire reflected off his hazel eyes, mirroring the anger that boiled within. The question still burned within his mind. Why Jowy and not him? It was too late to change anything. Father's will was set in stone from the moment he uttered those words.

Those words...

Those words...

"Jowy is... my ... heir..."

"Aaaaggh....!!!!"

Marco tore out of the house, past the large front doors, the gardens, the large iron gates and Tim the newspaper delivery boy. He ran into the heart of Kyaro town. The citizens had just begun to awaken, but that was fine for Marco. Anyone who can hear him...!

"Citizens of Kyaro! Listen to me!" Marco cried. "Jowy is not a real Atreides! He is an imposter. An imposter, you hear? I am the true heir to the Atreides Clan. Listen to me for I speak the truth!"

If it were some other place perhaps the people would listen. But the citizens of Kyaro already knew of Marco's random fits and simply ignored him. Realizing his words of truth were going unheard, he ran down the main road, spreading his truths as loudly as possible. But no one listened. After running for awhile, he realized no peasant wished to realize the truth. How can he get the people to listen to him?

Then it dawned on him - the funeral. All citizens of Kyaro are most likely attending, and Jowy will be there. It will be perfect! Marco will have his revenge on Jowy AND let the peasants realize the truth at the same time.