As Mike thought about this he started to feel drowsy, he was about to fall asleep until he looked at his saddened mother who apeared to be deep-in-thought. He looked down at her hands and gasped. 'MOM! THERE'S DRIED BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS!" She then immediatly snapped out of what seemed like a spell and quickly hid her hands in hopes to keep her son innocent toward the problem. They started coming closer to the jail, where his father now was, in the infirmary. Mike was always nervous about prisons, it reminded him of detention and how nerve racking it was. His mother took notice but didn't know how to really calm him down since she knew where they were going…, to see his father. When they finally got to the prison gates they had to get out of the car and go through a security scanning, when they were done they were escorted into the building and led to the infirmary. Where his father was firmly planted at the talking booth, phone in hand as his wife and son walked up to the booth and sat down. when his father saw mike, he started trembling and grabbed one of the passing guards, "I can't do it...TAKE ME BACK TO MY CELL, PLEASE!" the guard just looked at him funny and walked away. He turned to his wife and son, both wearing a confused face since they couldn't hear through the glass. just then, when his mother wasn't looking, he caught a quick glimpse of his son gasping. Just then, his hair flapped over his eye again and he knew that right then he was facing his true attacker, Mal. Mal then flipped his hair back up to look like mike, he then told his mother that he'd like to talk to his father alone. His mother reluctantly agreed, assuming she was actually talking to mike with his sweet-hearted, child like voice, identical to mike's real voice. She left the room and once he looked both ways, making sure the coast was clear, his hair flapped over his eye once more as he slowly picked up the phone, "why, it's nice to see you again papa." Mal said in a sarcastic mocking tone, in his real voice. "Just the place I thought would be the best home…" mal paused as he then changed his tone from sarcastic to dark deadly serious, his father started trembling. "FOR SCUM LIKE YOU!" there was a look of burning hate and despise in his eyes directed straight at his father that, if solid, could pierce the glass and shoot right through his heart. His father began to sweat, as his salty wet sweat started towards his gause and on to his wound, he twitched in pain, holding the screams. "Listen son, I promise I'll never hurt you or your mother again, I never truly meant to hurt you, I was frustrated and irresponsible and you know I would never do it on purpose-" "BULLSHIT!, YOU LYING SON OF A-" "Listen,... if you were to support me in court then I might be able to make up for all those lost years with you and start things over with my son that I lo-" "no...ALL YOU CARED ABOUT WAS YOURSELF! YOU NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT MOM OR MIKE,... just because you can't even try to understand your own son's issues doesn't mean you have to beat us HAVE...TO...DEATH!" mal yelled slamming his hand on to the desk, he then rolled up one of his sleeves to reveal a large scar and some bruises. "YOU SEE THIS…, THIS, IS YOUR DOING!" "you're right, it's my fault...but one question, I know you're not one of mike's usual personalities,...so...who ARE you, really?!"
"I'm...Mal…and I'll never EVER let you get out of here until I see with my own eyes, your rotting half bloody flesh falling off of your moldy skeleton in a dark spider web infested corner!" Mal said with a look in his cold eyes that he was dead serious, making his father shake with horror. "Mal?...no...mike, can you hear me, if so-" "SHUT UP!" mal yelled at the top of his lungs cutting off his father, mal bent down holding his head shaking it in a frantic convulsion. "Dad?" the boy said looking up slowly, revealing it was his real son. "Mike!" his father jumped up, the guards took notice and started wondering what was going on in that conversation. Just then mike's mom walked in looking fairly uneasy,...she'd been listening in by the door. Once she saw mike sitting down calmly in a slightly almost blissful silence between the two, his father was still sweating and trembling. After seeing his wife he tried to control himself. "Hand me the phone,honey" she said to mike, he handed her the phone as he jumped off the chair and went up to one of the guards asking where the bathroom was, he just escorted him out out the room and led him to the bathroom. Meanwhile, the slow conversation between the couple finally began, "you already know what's coming...I'm going to get the divorce papers soon and the custody papers as well, only when I allow it, will I let you see mike again." "YOU BITCH! you can't keep me away from my only son!" he pointed at her angrily, his voice of calm ease had changed to drastic frustration and anger. "This is EXACTLY why I don't want you around mike, your patience is too thin!" his wife angrily replied. "When I'M around my son, I'm perfectly calm, HE'S MY CHILD TOO!" "YOU NEVER CARED FOR HIM AS A SON, JUST A PUNCHING BAG, WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK!" she yelled back. "YOU SHUT THE HELL UP, I CARE ABOUT MY SON JUST AS MUCH AS YOU...IF NOT, MORE!" He spat back. The woman was so shocked at his obvious lie that she just hung up the phone with the same stunned look on her face, as her son walked back into the visiting room, her face quickly turned to absolute hatred. Mike just looked back at his mom and his dad with a confused look on his face. His mom then grabbed mike by his arm and began to drag him out of the room with police escort and her husband was being pulled away from the booth, but before they both left, they turned their heads to face each other for one last second. Mike's mom had a look of disgust and pity toward her now locked up husband, mike's dad had a vengeful look on his face and muttered the words; "I'm gonna get you...AND mike." then before they knew it, they were already in the police car being driven home. As mike got in the car, he was quickly switched out back to mal as he glanced back at the prison and snickered, "told 'ya so...daddy."Mal whispered, mike's mom had just barely heard it but still decided to stay quiet...until they were back at their house in which they were dropped off. Once they were safely inside, mike's mom knelt down to the point that they were eye-to-eye and all she saw were cold devilish eyes. "What did you tell your father,..I heard yelling." "My father?"...no I think you're mistaking that old bastard for a relative of mine." "What...did you...tell...him?!" his mother said, starting to grow impatient. "Just that I won't support his case of denial in the court,...the poor sap was begging me. HA! as if! he was clearly asking the wrong person." "personality...personality, you mean…". Mal had a sickened, upset look on his face, he paused as his face turned to anger…, "NO, NO...I'M NOT...I'M REAL...I'M REAL DAMMIT!" mal yelled running to his room, away from his mom. He dove under the covers to go to sleep, to his mind.