<div align="center">------The Unkillable Boy------</div><br/>"You get used to it," Jason lied easily, his eyes flickering away for the briefest of moments.  "What would you do, in my place?  Cannot die.  Cannot escape.  All I can do is whine and struggle.  Most of them<em>like</em>that.  The squirming excites them.  Makes it<em>fun</em>.  Sometimes I play along.  Can't help it.  Instinctive.  But most of the time I just go limp.  Try and think of better places."<br/><br/>He clawed momentarily at a cluster of deadened screens for a moment until he was able to rise uneasily to his feet.  One hand went instinctively to the bandages about his waist, but they were still taut and kept him from showing anything obscene.  His other hand clutched his forearm and rubbed at it.  It seemed to be a habit of his, putting some barrier between himself and Jack.  Even if that barrier was his own flesh.  Jason truly was quite the beautiful specimen, and if his circumstances weren't quite so grim one would expect a young man of his delicate build and pouty face to be working as a model, or perhaps in other less respectable businesses.<br/><br/>"You could have asked.  For weapons, I mean.<em>Jack</em>," he added, trying the name out.  Not many customers gave out their names so freely.  Some of the weirder ones forced him to call them<em>Mommy</em>or<em>Daddy</em>, but there was no real affection to be found from those types.<br/><br/>"The two outside.  The Duplicates.  You ask them for whatever you want, generally.  Axes.  Kerosene.  Needles.  Drugs.  Hammers.  Acid.  No matter how strange, they get it for you.  And you only get it once you're locked in.  Too late now.  You can't ask for anything."<br/><br/>Jason's eyes krept over the dark walls and their silent televisions, as if searching for something that even he couldn't find.  "And they're watching now.  They know you're one of the nice ones.  You can buy as many vouchers as you like, but they'll know you're up to something."<br/><br/>He sneered suddenly, turning his backside towards the other boy.  "Like you could do anything!  You're not the first to want to help, and you won't be the last.  I hate this.  I hate<em>you</em>!  Dying, I can do.  Lying there and taking it, again and again and again.  But the pain of failure when people like you build up my expectations and then shatter them is worse."