The Dark Mark

New job

Jack -

I fell for the fifth time trying to catch the rugby ball, my face plunging into the muddy grass. My hands burnt after a quick and painful impact to the ground, dropping the ball in the process. Somewhere behind me was Felix, probably laughing his ass off. Smiling, I sat up and wiped my hands into my t-shirt.

"That must be the millionth time you've dived catching the ball and failed." Felix knelt beside me and checked for any visual damage - which of course there wasn't.

I batted him away and said, "Stop acting like me mom and let's go! It's getting dark and you know what I'm like in the dark."

Dusk fell as we made our way back to the apartment. I hate living there, but it's still home. This was because it stood next to the local mental asylum. When me and Felix first moved in, I swore I could here the painful screaming and terrifyingly insane laughing. But the place was sound proof. So that was impossible.

I don't have anything against the asylum. In fact I recently got a job as a guard for one of the patients. Apparently the patient has had 13 different guards there this past month. The guards probably didn't know the thing called insanity.

When we finally got back, the darkness had started enveloping us and everything around us. Quickly scurrying inside, Felix put the kettle on for coffee. Oh how I loved coffee!

Felix looked my direction and said in his thick swedish accent, "Looking foward to your first day in the nuthouse?"

I nudged him in a semi serious manner, putting the point across that you shouldn't make fun of the mentally unstable. "Actually I am. I am really looking foward to meeting the patient too. Maybe I can help them."

Sipping at the coffee Felix had given me, I thought about the day to come.

It can't be that bad...can it?