Mark felt like he was on the brink of insanity. He clung to his door as though it were the only thing keeping him from falling. He knew that it had been at least twenty-four hours now since their abduction and he was proud of himself that he had survived that long. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to hold out though, he could feel the walls closing in inch by inch by foot by foot. They were almost upon him, and it would take only a moment before he was completely crushed.

He rested his head on the bars and squeezed his eyes shut. They yearned to remain like that and force him into the world of dreams but he knew that his nightmares would only be the same as his reality, if not worse. At least in his reality he could remind himself that there were others around him, that there was his boyfriend right across the hall.

That made him open his eyes and look past the dark poles in front of his face. He could see Jake's portrait and side as he sat up against the wall next to his own door, his head bowed with his chin rested on his chest as it rose steadily while he slept. Mark envied that he could be so collected in a situation like theirs and yet a small smile creased his lips at how peaceful he looked.

The peaceful scene was shattered by the sound of boots and heels slowly coming down the hall and Mark swallowed, shrinking back as much as the walls allowed. The guards had only shown up earlier to give them half a sandwich and a drink from a large bottle of water. Then they had left and the room had been able to settle back into silence. But now they were back with the lady on heels from hours ago, when Mark had set off his collar, and it didn't seem like they were here for a routine sweep. They stopped often and stayed quiet for a period of time before continuing, and the entire time there was the sound of someone writing.

Mark felt the walls bump against his back and he jolted upwards and forwards, crashing into his door. He whirled around to see that he had only about three feet between him and the back wall of his cell. Panic constricted his throat and he gasped for a breath that seemed hard to get; it felt like he was running out of oxygen.

"What do we have here?"

Mark spun around and backed up against the wall, not wanting to be anywhere near his imprisoners. The guard looked him up and down. "What's your power?" he barked. Mark didn't speak, or more appropriately, wasn't able to speak. The woman pushed the guard aside and stepped into Mark's vision. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she wore simple jeans that hung off her slim hips with a close fitting white button up shirt. A set of dog-tags clung unusually close to her sleek neck.

"What's your power?" she repeated softly. Mark took a deep breath of air and the woman tsked. "Oh my, you seem to have trouble breathing. Why don't we let you out? All you have to do is tell us your power."

Mark shook his head. "Y-You're just going to kill us," he said. "W-Why don't you just get it over with?"

The lady smiled slightly and Mark noted the true amusement the gesture held. "You really want to die?" she asked. Mark nodded. "Please," he begged. "I-I do. Just… just kill me please I can't take this." He slid down the wall to the ground and stared up at them. "Just kill me…"

The woman stepped closer to the bars and touched the spot where the lock was. "Remember, you asked." She unlocked the door and the guard stepped in. He grabbed Mark by his dirty shirt and hauled him out. For a moment Mark felt free but then he realized that the hallway had a roof over it only about a meter over his head. His chest tightened and he wondered if he would ever escape this miniscule prison.

But of course he was. Because these people were going to grant him his wish: to die.

He heard Kitchie shift in his cell as the guard snapped a pair of handcuffs around his wrists.

"Mark?" Kitchie asked sleepily. "M-Mark?" Mark watched Kitchie's eyes lock with his and widen. "What are you doing!" Kitchie screamed, jumping to his feet.

"Be quiet," the woman ordered.

"No! Mark! What are they doing? You can't do this to him!" He tugged at the bars as if he could magically pull them open.

"You know I really like you, right Jake?" Mark asked softly. Kitchie nodded fiercely. "Well never forget that," Mark told him. "I really like you, I really do. You're a great person-" The guard started to pull him away and he spoke faster. "-and I'll always remember you. Remember me? Kitchie, Jake, I'm so sorry…"

Then the guard pulled him around a corner and Jake Kitchener, his one and only boyfriend, disappeared. The last thing Mark heard was him scream and start to cry.