The Assasn

Idiot. Where's the I?" I say to my self. But then I hear a shrill voice behind me. The man. Encased in fear I'm unable to move. The man walks in front of me.

"There is no I in we. We are we, they, them, plural, their, and us." He says.

What there's more? I think in my head. The answer then spills from the man as though he just read my mind.

"The voices in my head. Their are many not just me."