Scream you pathetic being, I dare you.

I screamed thrashing violently. The pain was unbearable. It was like someone was driving over my back in a semi.

This is what happens when you try to hide your true identity, retard.

"Who are you?" I whimper loudly as the pain begins to ebb away a little bit.

You'll find out who I am soon enough. Right now, you just need a little bit of... rest.

I tried to open my mouth to say something else, but a dark tidal wave overcame me and tossed me around in its waves of sleep.

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The first thing I became aware of  when I woke up was a slight ticking noise. Not like a bomb was fixing to go off, more like a clock ticking time away as if it had nothing better to do.

The next thing that I noticed was the smell of a thousand cleaning supplies. I groan, opening my eyes a little bit. Blinding white light greets me, making me wince a little at the brightness.

Am I in a hospital? I thought, sleepily, sitting up. My muscles scream in pain, but I ignored it. Jesus Christ, what in the hell happened to me?

You'll see.

My head snaps up, glaring around the small, white, blood stained room.

"Who said that?" I call out, tending up in case something bad decides to happen.

"Hello Mark, how do you feel?" I jump at the sound of a new person's voice that I didn't recognize.

"F-Fine.." I stutter, glancing around the room, still weary that someone else is in this room and may try to start something with me. The man wore a white lab coat and had dark purple hair with a very dark shade of blue eyes.

"Doctor Sziore?" At the sound of a familiar Irish voice, my head turns towards the parted curtains to see Jack's head peeking through. The purple haired guy turns around, glaring at Jack with his piercing eyes.

"I thought I told you to wait in the waiting room, Jack. You know that there's no one allowed back here except the doctors."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But you wouldn't give me an answer on how Mark was doing!"

Typical of him to always think that he can do whatever he pleases.

The voice booms making me jump.

"Who are you?" I ask out loud. Both the doctor and Jack pause mid-argument, turn towards me and frown.

"What are you talking about? I'm Ja-"

"No not you!" I snap, peeling off wires that the doctor hooked me up to. "Didn't you hear that?"

"Hear what Mark?"

"The voice!" I growl, gripping my head as it starts to throb a little.

"Um... Doctor has Mark gone nuts?" Jack asks quietly. I curse silently in my head.

"I'm not going insane! I'm telling you I heard someone else talking to me!"

"Mark," the doctor says calmly. "I think you need to sit down and-" his words only caused my blood to boil in anger.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do you piece of shit of a doctor!" I snarl. Both Jack and the doctor take a step backwards, their eyes widening.

Do it.

"Do what!" I scream.

This. The next thing that happened was something I didn't expect at all. There was a wooosh as something unfurls itself, knocking things over in the small room. A couple of black feathers fall on to the floor as both of their faces pale.

"Oh my God..."  were the only words Jack could muster out. I frown and turn my head a little a stare in dismay as a jet black feathered wing fills my entire vision.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!! :)

*hugs*

Kat