Mark's POV
I haven't seen Jack since the incident. His cell door is always closed or he isn't in there when its open. I tried piecing together some I formation to figure out why but I couldn't focus. The screams all around me blocked out my thoughts.

I sighed as I heard someone screaming at a guard over something stupid. It wasn't the first time this week that he did it.

'The oxygen is too thin'
'The walls are creaky'
'The bed it too uncomfortable'

It could drive any sane person insane and everyone else into complete madness. The guards just ignore him and punish him it he's too loud or becomes too much of a pain to them. Yet he still doesn't stop.

He does it for attention. He's been locked up in his cell this whole time. The bring his food to him and barely ever open his door.

I was intrigued. How did he find this information out?

I can read peoples thoughts and memories. It isn't that hard.

I was now amazed. Could he have read Jack's thoughts? Could he be able to figure out what was wrong with him?

No I can't. Jack's mind has a barrier stopping me from entering. And since Jack is usually an emotional wreck I don't think his mind is strong enough to do it himself.

"Wait, what? What does that mean? Does he have a voice like you as well? What are you talking about?" I said out load, becoming urgent.

He remained silent. Of coarse he does. Its always when I need him for something. He seems to enjoy my frustration.

"You're and asshole," I muttered under my breath knowing he could hear me. He still remained silent. I groaned and lay on the cold floor.

Well at least the complainer got something right. The bed were uncomfortable. That's why I was on the floor. And the cold concrete helped cool me down from being in the hot uniform all the time.

"I would be careful with what you say out loud to him."

I jumper at the voice. I darted my eyes around until I saw Jack sitting in the corner if his cell. I glared at him confused.

"How long have you been there for?" I think I really was insane. Was he there the whole time?

"Only since you started rambling to that voice of yours," he said as his back slid down the wall and he was laying down with his head against the wall.

"How did you know it was a voice. I could just be talking to myself," I said defensively. I didn't want him knowing about my voice. Even though it was clear he did.

"Because I talk to him the same way. He teases me with his word just as yours does," he said monotonously.

"You have a voice too?" I asked quietly. He lifted his head up and looked at me.

I was frightened when I saw a crocked grin on his face. He kept to his feet and casually walked up to the door o his cell, grabbing onto the bars.

"Oh I'm much more than a voice. And so is my little friend in your head," he said darkly, pointing at me as he said the last part. I looked at him confused.

"W-what?" I stumbled on my words. I didn't know what to say. He laughed, a cold sound that made the hall fall silent.

"He'll come when he's ready. Don't you worry," he said quietly before he fell to his knees and clutched his head. A gasp left his lips and his eyes darted up to me.

"I don't want to do this anymore," he whispered before a guard came and dragged him away. I could do nothing but watch his blank expression shrinking down the hall as they left.

"What the hell was that about?" My voice was below a whisper, barely heard to my own ears.

A warning.

Short ass chapter but I don't fucking care, no I don't fucking care. (Anyone know that song?)