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Warning: Many bad spelling and grammar errors.

Aclaimer: Yes I own Xiaolin Showdown... But it got cancelled because Wuya accidentally got sucked into a vaccum bag and sent to the dump (they're still trying to find her)... Yes, the excuses are in fact just going to get worse and worse, lol.

'This'= Jack's thoughts.

Note: For the next chapter or so the story SCHIZOPHRENIA is being taken back a few years to better explain the background behind the first, and possible further chapters.


Within the main office of the mental institute:

Jack twitched irritably, the two guards had brought him into the office hours ago, since then, all he'd done was sit and wait. Well, to begin with he'd cried, but after about an hour, he'd given up. The staff had, and still were completely ignoring him, he'd ask questions but get no responce (at one point he'd even attempted to get up and leave, but a male member of staff had just ushered him back towards his white plastic chair, not even bothering to tell Jack why, or how long he had to wait there).

Eventually Jack had just resigned himself to sitting on the uncomfortable stool-like (it had no arms or back) plastic chair, while he watched the staff go back and forth, filling papers and such. The only thing he was thankful for, was at the moment, nothing (as the doctore had labelled) schizophrenic, seemed to be happening, nothing was happening, nothing...

"Jack! How are you?" A slim dark haired lady exclaimed as she bounced joyfully up to him. Jack jolted in suprise (he'd given up on anyone talking to him). "Wha... how do you know my name?", the lady smiled and contiued on in her upbeat voice, "It was on your record, silly, come on lets go and get you sorted". 'Record?' Jack followed her regardless, she was the nicest person he'd met in a while (besides Adria of course but...).

The dark haired lady, who was apparently named Diana, took him to a small ajoining room from the office. The room contained nothing but 2 wardrobes and... an entire wall of lockers(?). Jack sat down on the chair Diana showed him to (he was beginning to get fed up of sitting down all the time), and stared confusedly at the lockers, while Diana walked out of the only exit and talked to someone outside.

A blonde haired man (in his late twenties, about the same age as Diana) walked back in, Diana nowhere in sight, and smiled at Jack over the dark brown clipboard he was carrying. "How are you today Jack?", "Er...alright I guess" Jack answered, squirming slightly under the man's unblinking gaze. The man nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard. "Ok," Continued the man "Now please stip to your underwear and step to the centre of the room". Jack's eyes widened and shot back at the man, "What?".

The man just rolled his eyes in a, I-really-don't-have-time-for-this, kind of way, "It's for the standards of our hospital's saftey, we have to make sure you aren't carrying anything, that you could harm yourself or others with". Jack still felt uneasy about the whole idea and didn't move from his plastic stool.

"If you refuse, I will have to alert security and have you forceably searched". (Not wanting more people that nessercary to have to see this) Jack wordlessly and slowly got up, moved to the centre of the room and stared at the ground while removing his prized (even though a tad small for him) black coat, along with the rest of his atire, including his socks and boots, until he was just in his boxers.

The doctor slowly circled Jack's body once while scribbling down notes, nodded and handed Jack some thin white clothes. "Put those on" Said the doctor, not bothering to look up from his notes. Jack looked to the clothes and then back at the doctor "But what about my...", "These clothes are standard issue, so we know you belong here, your own possesions will locked away in one of these lockers, until such a time comes as you will recieve them back".

The clothes (consisting of one mid sleeve shirt and one pair of trousers) were uncomfortable and cold, but Jack quickly put them on anyway, feeling the need to show less of himself.


By the time he'd gotten dressed, Diana had shown back up at the door "Diana, would you help this young boy to his room?". "Right away Dr Saunders" Diana excitedly replied, taking Jacks hand and pulling him out of the room, office and through a labaraynth of corrridors. Everything (within the mental hospital) looked exactly the same, floors tiled, everything white and all the doors exactly the same length appart. Finally they stopped at a door, "This your room" Diana smiled, opening the door and allowing Jack to walk in. Like everywhere else within the mental ward, it was very impersonal, it was about 3 to 4 by 3 to 4 meters long (A small high up barred window facing opposite the door), and contained nothing but a bed and a small bedside cupboard/table.

"I know it's a bit bare, " The lady admitted "But it should suffice... Goodnight Jack". And before Jack could say anything, She quickly turned, left (and from what he could hear...) locked the door behind her.

Jack slowly sat down on his bed, taking it all in and then, once again, began to panic, what would happen to him? How long was he going to be here? Did anyone care he was stuck in here?

Eventually after about half an hour of worrying, he lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over himself. He was still scared and still disbelieving that his parents had actually put him in here, but... (Jack yawned). He was also incredibily tired, he shrugged to himself, 'Tomorrow's another day' he lazily thought, as he settled himself down on the somewhat comfy sponge matteress.

'Comfortable there Jack?' Sneered the voice, sucessfully interupting Jack's attempt at sleep. Jack's eyes snapped open and he glared around the room, searchng for the owner of the cold, mocking voice. 'Well?', "I'd be more comfortable in my own bed... you got me locked up in a asylum!". The voice laughed darkly 'I may have baited you, but you're the one that's paying the price!'. 'Then I'll just ignore it all' Jack smirked to himself, closing his eyes and attempting to go to sleep.

'You ignoring me?, Not a chance!', whispering began (there were fewer voices this time, making it easier to understand what they were saying). Even though Jack couldn't latch onto any one voice, he still managed to gain the general gist. Mainly, they muttered about subjects that made him uneasy, such as, no one caring about or going to come for him, that the mental ward wasn't safe and that he'd get attacked if he slept. The voices, and ideas they had, made it a difficult night for him to get to sleep.


Jack was woken up at 8:00am by Diana, who quickly knocked on the outside of his door, and told him he needed to get up. He groaned and slowly got up from his bed (thanks to ...whatever that cold voice called itself...he'd only had 3 hours of sleep). He wasn't too sure why he had to get up so early in the first place, but maybe if he made a good impression, they'd let him out sooner from the mental hospital.

He pushed at the door 'What the...?' the door was still locked how was he meant to... "Jack" Came Diana's voice "Step away from the door and wait". Jack gave the windowless (it had a thin sliding window, but it could only be opened from the outside) door a confused glance and did what she asked. Eventually she opened the door and, (giving him, what now seemed to be her usual smile), led him through a series of corridors and into a very big canteen.

Jack (through his tired, sleep hazed vision) noted that all of the other patients also appeared to be kids, about 13ish and under. They sat at different tables, alone or together, some talking animately with each other, some quietly eating alone and some few others, doing (what Jack saw as) very werid behaviour, such as rocking back and forth, muttering/ yelling incoherently and staring intensly at foreign objects.

With Diana by his side, he got breakfast (A choice between toast or cornflakes) he got some toast and sat down at a table Diana pointed him to. Diana walked off to watch over the other kids/patients, while they also ate their breakfast.

Feeling uncomfortable in such a strange environment, Jack hunched over his plate and quietly munched his toast, eyeing the helpers, guards and other kids within the canteen. "Heh heh... your new aren't you?". Jack looked up from his toast, to see a dark skinned boy, about his age sitting opposite him. Jack gasped in suprise anmd practically inhaled the rest of his toast, causing him to choke slightly (He hadn't realised someone had been sitting opposite him).

The boy laughed slightly, as Jack held his throat and coughed a few times, before glaring at the dark boy. The boy's laughter suddenly subsided and he held out his hand to Jack "Heh, the name's Joe, nice to meet ya". "Yeah...er... I'm Jack" Jack replied as he shook Joe's hand (Slightly confused at the boy's sudden change of mood).

"You been here long?" Joe asked as he ate a spoonful of cornflakes, "No, just moved in yesterday" Jack answered, trying not to notice how Joe accidentally spat out a few cornflakes as he spoke. Joe shook his head apolegetically "Aw! The first day's the worst, you have to make a good impression if you wanna get out early and..." Jack yawned loudly, Joe's eyes widened, "You did get enough sleep didn't you?". "Not as much as I'd hoped for" Jack replied, still yawning.

"Geez Jack, you can't make a good impression if you're that tired, you ought to catch some shut eye for a bit, you know, a little power nap or something?". Jack gave Joe a slightly worried look, Joe just simply laughed "Don't worry, I'll wake you up before anyone even notices, go ahead!".

"Thanks" Jack gratefully replied, glad to have a made a friend, in this otherwise eerily werid place. "No prob Jack.." Were the last words Jack heard as he settled his head down on the table and fell into a well needed sleep.

Diana tsked as she watched Jack from the other side of the canteen. She had seen (and by the rules of her job description), had to note down any strange behaviour he exihibited. And the behaviour she had just had to note down, Jack animately talking to someone or something across the table from him, shaking an imaginary hand and then falling asleep at the table definatly counted as strange. Meaning that he (Jack) and the doctors were going to have a lot to talk about.

Jack snored soundly, his head facing down against the white plate his toast had been in. Blissfully unaware of the fact that he had definatly 'not' made the right impression, and so, was likely to be staying a little longer than the doctors had originally planned.


To previous reviewers:

Ritsuka189: Thanks for reading and reviewing, yes... I know, it is crap when good voices go bad (...bad pun). Hopefully this chapter didn't make you cry, cuz I get real uncomfortable when people do that, lol.

Twistie-Cone: I asked Jack about it when you said 'you wanted to give Jack a hug and a big slice of cake', he said he was okay about the hug but he wasn't hungry. So just to make you feel better... I'll be happy to eat the cake... Please? It'll help me type faster! Lol.

As always... Please read and review, soz for not updating sooner but it's been a bit hectic as of late, hopefully I'll have the next chapter out within 2 to 3 days...

Sayonara!