I roll over in my bunk. It's morning. Last night I told Craig pretty much my whole life's story and the reasoning behind the mask. And he understood. He actually understood, and he didn't get scared. He accepted me for who I am, not what I am. I look over at my mask on the floor, and I smile. Craig was the first person I've shown my face to in about ten years. I hang over the edge of the bed upside down, and I poke Craig. "Wake up." I whisper. He mumbles a little. I poke him again. "Craig. Get up." He puts his pillow over his head. "Mmrphmblg." He mumbles, and I snicker. I poke him again and again. He takes the pillow off his head and whips it at me. I dodge out of the way, and grin at him. He sighs and smiles. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" He says, propped up on his elbow. I nod. "Yes, but that is why you are friends with me." I grab the metal bars on the underside of the bunk, and flip down onto the floor. I land in a crouching position, and I look back at Craig. "I'm a ninja." I say, and he shakes his head. "No. You are an idiot. A very acrobatic idiot." He says, laughing. I sit down on the floor, and slide on my sneakers. As I lace them up, Craig yawns, and stands up. "Man, I am hungry." He says, and I look at him. "You'll get some food at breakfast. I've heard the food isn't that bad here." He laughs. "That's debatable." He slips his sneakers on, and I throw his pillow back at him. "Come on. Let's get going." I point at the cell, which the guard had unlocked. Craig starts out the door, and I follow close behind. I stop at the cell door, and look back at my mask. "Jon? Are you coming?" Craig asks. I go back into the cell, and grab my mask. Slipping it on, I turn back to Craig. "I might be ready for you to see my face, but I'm not ready for everyone else to." Craig nods, and we both walk to the canteen.

We make our way down the hallway, through the door at the end. On the other side, there is a large open area. I see a weight room in one area, and in another area, I see the door for the bathroom. There are a set of big double-doors at the end of the room, and Craig and I walk over to them. Pushing them open, noise and the smell of food greet us. Craig looks at me, and I shrug. We walk over to get our trays, and we get in line. As we stand there, a guy shoves me out of the way and cuts in front of me. "Hey. What the hell, bro?" I say, and a couple of the guys in the canteen stop eating and stare at me. He turns around, and I immediately regret my decision. It's the guy who stared me down, who has spiked up hair, and who looks like he hates me. He glares at Craig and I. "You got a problem, new guy?" He says, and his voice is threatening, but not frightening. I clench my fists, and Craig puts his hand on my shoulder. "Let it go, Jon. I don't want you to piss anyone off just yet." I relax my hands, and wave my hand in front of me. "Go ahead." I grumble, and the guy smiles. "Good choice." He says, and turns back around. I look at Craig, and he raises his eyebrows. The line moves forward, and soon we get to the food. The guy behind the table has a hair net and an apron on, and he's wearing a prison uniform, too. I notice the number on his uniform. 03949. The prisoners must have to work in the kitchen sometimes. He looks at me and Craig. "Whut ur yoo gunna have?" He asks. He has a thick Irish accent. I look at the food. There's scrambled eggs that look like they have dirt in them, and there's slightly burnt toast. I look back up at him. "I'll have the sunny side up eggs, with a smidge of hot sauce, and I would like my bread whole wheat." I smile behind my mask, and the guy frowns. "Yoo cun have ther scrumbled ehgs, or yoo cun have no food." I nod. "I'll take the eggs, Irish Boy." He glares at me, and plops a big spoonful of eggs and drops the toast on my plate. Craig just holds out his tray, and the guy puts the eggs and the toast on his tray. We go to sit down, looking for an empty table. In the far side of the canteen, there's an empty table. I look at Craig, and point to it. "Let's sit over there. I'm not really a social person." I say, and Craig nods. We set our trays down on the table, and sit down on the benches. I pick up a forkful of eggs, and stare at them. I open my mouth, and let the eggs slide off the fork. I chew the eggs, and it feels like I'm chewing rubber. "Dude, these eggs are like eating a tire." I say to Craig through a mouthful of eggs. "Try adding some salt and wash it down with water." A voice says from behind me. I force myself to swallow, and then I turn around. A tall guy with light brown, styled hair is standing there. He's about two inches taller than Craig, and he smiles at us. "Hey. My name's Brian. I noticed that you two are new here, so I thought I'd introduce myself." He has an Irish accent, kind of like the guy who was giving out the food but not nearly as thick. Craig sticks out his hand towards Brian. "Hi. My name's Craig. This is Jon." He says, pointing at me. I wave slightly, and Brian smiles again. Then he sits down next to Craig, and leans his elbows on the table. He looks at us. "So, what are you guys in for?" He asks. I sigh and lean my head on my hand. "Im in for a whole string of things. Murder, assassination, kidnapping, maiming, attacking, robbery, you know, that sort of thing." Brian grins and nods. Then he turns to Craig. "What about you?" Craig smiles. "Im an assassin. I got taken in because the cops caught me. Took them long enough to do it though." Brian laughs, and then looks back at me. "Im in for stealing, kidnapping, and government infiltration. I kinda got busted, though. Anyway, what are your street names?" Craig and I look at each other. "What?" Craig asks. Brian rolls his eyes. "You know, your street name. What you're known as on the street. Im Terrorizer." I nod, and point to my mask. "Im H20 Delirious." I say, and Brian's eyes widen. "Dude, you're H20 Delirious?! I never thought I'd see the day when I would actually meet the H20 Delirious. You're awesome." I smile, but he can't see it. Craig looks at Brian. "I'm Mini Ladd." He says, and Brian laughs. "I think you should be called Pink Ladd, 'cause of your hair." He smirks, and Craig runs his fingers through his hair. All of a sudden, a slam on the table makes us all jump. I look up to see the guy that was in the cell next to the spiky haired guy. He's easily 6 feet tall. He looks at me, and then at Craig. Then he raises his eyes to Brian. "Whatcha doing, Brian? Having a little chat time with the new guys?" He says, with a tone of authority in his voice. I notice that everyone in the canteen has stopped eating and is watching us. The guy looks back at me. "So! What are you in for, huh? Steal daddy's money?" I grit my teeth, and then he looks at Craig. "And what about you, Pink Stuff? Did you stay out too late and mommy got angry? Little guy like you, bet it ain't anything big." Craig looks down at his food, and the guy laughs. I clench my fists, and I stand up. "Who the hell are you? Why are acting like such a douche? Craig and I are not little. And we're not in here for little things. Craig's an assassin, and I'm in for multiple counts of murder, robbery, maiming, kidnapping, the whole lot. So if you wanna make fun of us, at least get your fucking facts straight." I shout at him. Everyone in the canteen goes quiet. Brian sort of scoots back. "I think you shouldn't have done that, Jon." He says. I stare the guy down, and he steps towards me. I don't move. He gets up in my face, and he smirks. "Do you know who the fuck I am? My name is Tyler, but I am known here as Wildcat. I run this prison. Everyone here listens to me. And either you're just too stupid or too ambitious to face up to me. So why don't you and your little buddy just shut up and stay down, cause I don't want a freak like you near me." I tense up when he says that, and I look at Craig. He has anger in his eyes, and then he stands up. "THAT'S IT!!!" He yells, and grabs Tyler's shoulder and spins him around. "You can call me what you want. You can run your frickin' prison. But you can NOT call Jon a freak, you asshole." Everyone gasps, and Tyler makes a sideways grin. "Boy, you should not piss me off." He says, and he raises his fist. I jump off the bench, and I shove Craig out of the way just as Tyler's fist connects with my head. My mask clatters to the ground, and I hear whispers and gasps throughout the canteen. Blood drips from my nose, and my head is pounding. Craig kneels beside me. "Jon, why did you take the hit for me?" I look up at him, and smile. A small drop of blood escapes my lips. "Because I protect my friends." I say, and then I get to my feet. I turn to look at Tyler. "You can make fun of us. You can ignore us. But you WILL NOT hurt my friends. Got that, you son of a bitch?" I growl at Tyler, and he sort of stands there, looking at me with his eyes wide and his jaw slack. I think he's both stunned at the fact that I actually told him off, and the fact that I'm really handsome. Either way, he looks at me, then at Craig, then back at me. Brian walks over and hands me my mask. "Here you go, Delirious." A murmur goes through the crowd. "Delirious?" "Do you think he means H20 Delirious?" "Wow, is that guy really H20 delirious?" "I've only heard rumours about him." "Dude, Delirious is a boss!" "Do you think it's really him?" Tyler looks at me, and his eyes go even wider. "Are you.......H20 Delirious?" He asks, his voice a little less authoritative. I nod. "Yeah. That's me." Another murmur goes through the guys. "Dude! It IS H20 Delirious!" "Oh my god, we are in the same prison as H20 Delirious!" "Holy shit, Delirious is hot." "I know, right?" "Bro, H20 Delirious is like a frickin god. He's so badass and ruthless. The police have been after him for, like, 5 years!" "I can't believe Wildcat got told off by H20 Delirious!" Tyler clears his throat, and rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, uh, Delirious, I.....er......I'm sorry that I punched you out. Here." He hands me a napkin, and I hold it to my nose. "And I'm sorry that I picked on you and Pink Stuff." I look at Craig. "His name is Craig, but he goes by Mini Ladd." I say, and Craig smiles. Tyler nods. "Mini. I like it. It suits you." He says. I am slightly confused. One second ago, Tyler was trying to beat me up, and now he's apologizing? A couple of guys look like they are thinking the same thing. My guess is that Tyler is not really the type to apologize, or be nice. "Tyler-I mean, Wildcat, why are being so nice to Mini and I now?" I ask, and Wildcat looks at me. "Dude, you're fucking H20 Delirious. To have you in prison with us, it's awesome. You are legendary, man!" He smiles, and I chuckle a little. "Thanks." I say, and Mini comes to stand next to me. Tyler shakes both our hands. "Let's try this again. Im Tyler, but people call me Wildcat. Let me introduce you to everyone."