Ten years later: Laughter

I slogged through the halls of the jail. I was walking in no specific direction, and my thoughts were spiraling without any clear end. This was the time of day that was supposed to be spent doing physical activity, but I was much to messed up to care about such mundane things.

If only I had the powers I had before...

I hit my fist against one of the iron walls, lining the hallways. The chains on my wrists clanked, sounding like the anguished screams of the prisoners.

Further down the hall I heard the sounds of screaming, most likely one of my fellow prisoners getting tortured.

But I didn't care any longer.

I didn't care about anything any longer.... except getting out of here.

But as I thought those words I could tell that even they weren't true.

I had no care of getting out of here. If I did care I would be actually trying to get out instead of pacing through the halls.

"Why so depressed?"

I heard the words, shattering the silence that had engulfed the entire prison.

The voice was distorted and seemed to come from some sort of intercom.

"We were all born into this world from blood and pain...but now all that blood and pain will stop...or us. I will paint this world red! HAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

I took a step back....what was that voice...probably just an insane prisoner that somehow hacked into the intercom system...right?

I looked down on my hands-

What.

In my hands I held some sort of microphone.

And then that's when I realized.

The tortured screams I had heard...

Had been my own.

The mysterious words on the intercom...

Had been me.

Who am I?

I felt the words spiral through my insane brain.

"Who am I?"

I said this in a whisper...but the "whisper" left my lips in an enraged scream.

I heard a soft cackle of laughter, and then an eerie whisper in my ear.

"Smile, Xalvual Evilian. Smile...because it confuses people..."