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Marty was bored. There was literally nothing to do while being stalked by Brian. Ever since his little 'breakdown' and obliteration of books he was confined to a guard. And whoop-di-doo of course Callery picked the one person who was like a fucking hawk. Seriously, one wrong move and it's bye-bye freedom and hello locked room!

Exhaling loudly the teenager picked at his food. Well, if you could even call this ungodly piece of mush food. Taking a hesitant sniff his nostrils flared and shriveled away. Coughing loudly Marty shoved the plate away. Whatever it is it ain't natural. He grimaced and huffed in his seat. He was bored.

The canteen he was currently stuck in was filled with all shades of crazy. Ranging from bashing their head into the monstrosity of the mush to eating it as if they were hoarding shit for the upcoming apocalypse. And by God that wasn't the least of what he was witnessing. He silently wished he had a packet of popcorn because right now guards were trying to hustle a teenage boy that was screaming at the top of his lungs about God being a woman and the red sea was her red sea…if you catch my drift. Snorting in amusement he ran is fingers through his hair, inwardly cringing at how oily it was. When was the last time he had a decent shower? The thought made him think. He hasn't had a shower ever since Doc made his time machine. And that was week's heck even months ago!

Marty was vaguely aware of someone taking a seat opposite him.

"If you keep looking like that, people will think your having an aneurism or something." a voice spoke. Marty jumped slightly and frowned at the man who was eating the mush like it wasn't horrifyingly disgusting. It made him feel sick just watching him taking a bite. "er…you ok kid?" he blinked and rolled his eyes.

"If I was ok would I be stuck here?" he said harshly and was surprised when the man didn't look fazed. Just curious with his head tilted to the side.

"Why aren't you dead?"

Marty nearly shocked on air.

"Aren't you just full of sunshine and daises?"

"I believe I asked you a question first laddie." The man smiled pleasingly when Marty glared.

"I believe it's to do with the little thing inside my chest that's, well, I don't know, pumping blood and other shit around my body?" His tone dry and sarcastic "Then again I was never really good at biology." The man chewed on his mush, blinking a couple of times then snorted.

"Clearly." Tone just as sarcastic "What I meant to say was…how are you here Alex?" eyes turning into concern and Marty had to do a double take. Who the actual fuck was Alex?! "I remember them dragging your body off…" the man lowered his head, blinking rapidly and Marty could faintly see traces of tears in his eyes. He mentally sighed, Just freaking fantastic. I suck at comfort. Glancing up at the ceiling he mouthed 'why?' then went to pat the man on the head. Suddenly said man looked up and Marty quickly retracted his arm. Acting like no, he was not going to pat his head. Pfft. "We all thought you were dead."

"Um…well…awkward for me then." He laughed bitterly then scowled. "Lets get one thing very straight man, I am not this Alex that you think I am." Marty got up and was pleased to see a shocked expression. Thank Jesus he got through to his crazy delusional head. About to leave Marty turned with a slightly mocking look "Oh…and your delusional." He didn't bother to pick up his plate of food as he just walked out of the cafeteria with a scowl set on his face.

Finally he had a name to this dead person, people keep on thinking – or insisting - he is.

Alex.

Marty couldn't hold back the hostility he felt. Ever since he came to the conclusion on his other self being a 'blooming psycho' he could now feel the difference in himself. Never had he ever felt so hostile towards anyone or anything. And the lack of sympathy towards people was beginning to be concerning. One thing for sure though, him feeling trapped and imprisoned was not good for his already limited psyche.

Feeling someone following him Marty felt it was a similar sensation to getting gum stuck on your shoe. Walking aimlessly down the hallway he arrived in the 'living room'. Turning to the game shelf he looked for something to keep himself occupied so he wouldn't do anything stupid. Because Lordy be if he's learnt anything in this past week was that he could get into trouble pretty quickly if he's not busy. Hence the psych ward. Grinning widely he found the box titled 'Monopoly' and wandered over to a spare white plastic table. Setting it down on top he began placing things in the right order.

Glancing to the side of the room he saw Brian frown in confusion. Clearly he was thinking whom he was going to play with. Handing out the money Marty didn't look him in the eye. He felt like he was betraying himself just by asking.

"Brian would you…" he bit the inside of his cheek as if pained. "Would you-dammit!" Brian who had noticed his trouble was failing at hiding his amused grin. Marty took a calming breath and finally asked "Brian would you like to join me in a game of Monopoly?" the words came out quicker than humanly possible making Brian blink back in shock.

"I would be honored." Came the witty reply as he joined Marty at the table. "Why did it pain you to ask?" questioned Brian in amusement as he sorted out his money besides him. Marty grimaced and picked out the top hat as his player.

"Because…you're a guard." Seeing the confusion on the mans' face he groaned. "Its pretty freakin' obvious, dude." He could just see the clogs turning in his mind. Slightly grinning when Brian looked amazed in shock.

"You're not serious…?" he breathed and when Marty's grin grew his eyebrows rose to impossible heights. "You are serious. Marty we're not the bad guys." Trying his hardest to keep his voice down as some people turned to look at them. Marty just scoffed and rolled the dice. Noticing how the guard chose the dog as his player.

"I find that hard to believe." As he glanced suggestively to the guard, Tucker, standing in the corner and glaring heatedly in his direction. Brian scoffed, but looked worriedly at the other guard.

"To be fair you did kick him." Marty rolled his eyes in a non-caring manner.

"And to be even more fair, I was being taken in against my will. So excuse me for trying to escape by any means necessary. And if that meant kicking someone in the jewels I'd do it again." He said with a cold expression. Brian frowned and watched the teen move his piece. "Your turn."

This continued for about two hours. Both played silently apart from the occasional curse here and there. In the end Brian won, much to Marty's annoyance. He glared at the guard who was chuckling with a smug grin. Something inside of him wanted that grin to go.

"Who's Alex?" the question flew out of without him even realizing his mouth had moved. It also caught Brian off guard as he suddenly coughed and chocked on air.

"W-What?!" eyes wide with panic. "Where did you hear that name?" Marty had to do a double take to make sure this was the same guard. "Answer me Marty!" Brian exclaimed and reached over the table to grab his shoulders. The action made his heart lurch and pound loudly. His eyes widened like saucers. A flash of Biff pointing a gun at him and being shot dashed in his mind. Was it just him or was it getting hot in here?

"I-I don't know."

"Oh so you just happened to hear the name Alex?" Brian spat and Marty recoiled in shock. Marty could faintly feel the bullets hitting him. He knew that Alex fellow was gonna give him trouble. Sometimes he wished he was wrong.

"Don't be stupid." Marty scoffed, trying to play cool and hoping he didn't fail miserably. "This guy who sat with me at breakfast mistook me for the dead guy." he glanced at the hands on him and looked up at Brian. Hoping he didn't catch the slight fear in them. "C-Can you let me go?" Marty kicked himself for stuttering. Like the snap of his fingers the old Brian was back. Taking in the situation the guard recoiled and held his hands to his chest, as if he'd been burned. He looked at Marty in shame, guilt and fear.

"Marty I'm-" Brian started but didn't finished as Marty essentially flew from his seat. Watching the teen run to his room Brian sighed deeply and held his head in his hands. "Fuck."

Marty was done. 100% done. He was so fucking done he'd rather attempt to escape (rather violently) than stay in this ward for another fucking day. Whoever this Alex fellow was he should really stay dead if he didn't want to suffer what Marty was gonna do to him. From what the information he's gathered, Alex was a very important individual to make the guards to antsy about him being mentioned. Marty rubbed his shoulders and shuddered. Seeing Brian so…scared and hostile was something he never wanted to witness again.

Pacing in his room Marty scowled. He needs more information about Alex, the curiosity was itching at him. He knows he looks like him, he knows Alex killed himself and he knows he was very important to this hospital.

Time to do some Nancy Drew.

Marty snickered, hah, that rhymed.

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Here's a snippet of what's to come next chapter:

Brian shifted uncomfortably under the stare Simon was giving him. It was a cross between anger and worry.

"What the fuck Brian?"

"I'm sorry! You know Callery doesn't want Marty to know about Alex – "

"That's pretty dang impossible Brian. You and I both know how well known that kid was in here. He was the doctors son for Christs sake!" he exclaimed and ran a tired hand down his face. "How's Marty?" Brian sagged in his chair, eyes downcast.

"Either scared or pissed beyond reason. From what I've seen in these past two days that kid has a rebellion side that can rival the maffia."