"Ugh, son of a bitch." Anti heard Jack mutter angrily under his breath once he woke up. Anti quickly rolled his sleeves up to hide the scars, stealthily tucking the knife into his pocket.

"I was worried you wouldn't wake up." Anti admitted as he nonchalantly folded his arms across his chest to stop the blood from flowing out of his sleeves. He was sitting cross legged on the metal floor, his back against the wall in front of Jack.

"Mark!" Jack yelled hoarsely, his voice cracking. Anti felt his heart break for the terrified Irishman, but refused to let it show.

He still had a job to do.

"I already tried that." Anti sighed in exasperation, resting his head against the wall and closing his eyes.

"Mark!" Jack tried yelling louder, resulting in him coughing.

"Shut up, he can't hear you!" Anti shouted impatiently, jumping up to his feet in a flash and glaring at Jack.

Anti was taken off guard when Jack slammed his face against the barred door with surprising force that made his head ache.

"I suggest you leave me alone unless you have an idea of how to get out of here." Jack growled threateningly before yanking Anti away from the door. Anti stumbled back,gently proving his face to find bruises there.

"Will you let me explain?" Anti sighed wearily.

"Will you tell the truth?" Jack countered warily.

Anti fell silent, his gaze dropping to look at the floor.

"It's a long story." He mumbled under his breath so Jack couldn't hear.

"I-"

"Forget it, I don't want to hear your excuses." Jack interrupted Anti as he sighed in exasperation. He slumped back down onto the hard cot, holding his head in his hands.

Anti was relieved when he fell asleep so he could roll the sleeves if his suit back up to reveal the multiple still bleeding cuts he had made earlier.

"For Mark."

One scar.

"For Amy."

Another scar.

"For Felix."

A third scar.

"For Marzia."

A fourth scar.

"For Signe."

A fifth scar.

"For Murphy."

A new scar.

"For Jack." Anti whispered, tears trailing down his cheeks as he made one last scar. His arms were bleeding heavily, but he didn't care. He was alone locked in a room with his hero that wanted to hurt him.

As the blood ran down his arms, he thought about the last time he was locked in a room, which was last year when he locked himself in the bathroom.

Anti shuddered at the memory, remembering the details vividly.

Dark crying.

Murphy yelling.

The competitors judging him.

Everything was almost the same as that day, except Dark wouldn't be able to stop him.

Jack would probably let me take my life, Anti thought remorsefully as he traced his finger along the dull edge of bloodstained knife, the silver blade barely visible underneath the amount of blood coating it.

"I'm sorry Dark..." Anti whispered apologetically to the air, tears continuing to stream down his face and leave clear droplets on the gray floor.

Anti jumped in surprise when he heard Jack shift slightly, causing him to back into the corner farthest away from him in case he woke up and decided to hurt him again.

When Jack finally woke up, Anti was done making new scars, but still had the knife in his hand and his sleeves rolled up.

"Where did you get that?" Jack hissed, trying to take it away from him.

Anti didn't answer as he flinched away, making sure the weapon was just out of reach from Jack.

"Anti." Jack spoke in a calmer tone, kneeling down in front of him. Anti refused to meet his gaze, studying his black shoes instead.

"Where did you get that?" Jack repeated.

"I-Infelix gave it to me...he wanted me to kill you, but instead I...well." Anti stuttered as he gestured at his arms.

"Why?" Jack asked.

Anti shook his head. Instead of answering, he removed the green tie he was fiddling with earlier so Jack could see the large red horizontal scar across Anti's neck that was usually hidden by the neck of his t-shirt.

"I'm not the person you think I am." Anti explained solemnly with a tinge of remorse in his tone as he put his tie back on to hide the scar, his head hung in shame.

"You're right." Jack sighed, smiling sadly at Anti.

Anti's head snapped back up to look at Jack in confusion.

"Because you're not the traitor I thought you were." Jack added, tracing his finger along Anti's scars. Anti flinched in surprise but didn't stop him.

Jack counted each scar, every reminder he marked in himself for every person he has killed or meant the most to him.

"I gave you the knife to kill him dummy."

Both Jack and Anti were startled when Infelix stopped in front of their cell.

"I don't do that anymore." Anti protested quietly.

"Shame. Ah well, I have a better idea in mind for you two anyway. It'll be so much fun!" Infelix clapped his hands together excitedly before walking away, leaving Anti and Jack to wonder what he was planning.

Whatever it was, they both knew it wouldn't be good.