MJ's POV
I awoke to the sound of music: bright and colorful. I sighed he always played 'pop goes the weasel' in the morning. I looked at the stairs oh how I'd love to get out of here and destroy that sun of a bitch. My gaze went back to the floor and for some reason I felt guilty and I had no idea why. Was it because of how I acted last night? NO! I bloody hate that bastard! He's the reason why I'm here and when I get free I'm killing the fucker. Just after those thoughts came to mind my guiltiness got worse I felt horrible.

"Ok I might spare him a few limbs" the feeling didn't go away "OK I'll let him live but he's going to be chain up afterwards" the feeling left and I felt relieved.

"Jeez what the fuck was that?!"

"Honey!~ I brought you breakfast~"

His sudden squeaky yet cheerful voice filled the once quiet room. I growled.

"Ever heard of knocking?!" I grumbled.

"Well I would love to but I was afraid you'd say 'who's there?'." He answer smiling warmly.

"And why are you afraid of that?" I said in an a annoyed tone giving a 'you serious' look.

He just looked at me and giggled before placing the tray in front of me, I kicked it away.

"I'm not hungry!" I said.

"Come on please?" He begged.

"I said I'm NOT Hungry!" I said in a much angrier voice he backed up with a hurt look on his face.

"Oh ok um I'll uh l leave the tray here in case y you uh ch change your um m mind" he left rather quickly after that.

He didn't act like him self and that's saying something. I mean this isn't the first time I've rejected my food and he just persisted so something must be off. Wait why the fuck do I care?! I wouldn't mind if he was slowly dying on the inside I fucking hate him! Just then the feeling returned but this time much much stronger. Then I realized what it was it was power something I hadn't had for a LONG time. I smirked our host must be going crazy this is PERFECT. I smiled that smile turned into a chuckle that chuckle turned into a giggle that giggle into a laugh that laugh into horrible crazy laughter. This was perfect everything was going to be perfect as soon as I'm powerful enough I'm going to rip our hosts mind to shreds! HA HA!!! I feel wonderful!!

RJ's POV
I haven't been feeling right lately I feel so sick. I was throwing a coughing fit this moan and I think I coughed out some blood. Still that wasn't going to stop my morning routine. I woke up the kids and played our song still smiling brightly. I fed well 'tried' to feed MJ but still he rejects his candy DOSE HE WANT TO STAVE TO DEATH? But one thing struck me that look in his eyes it was a look I hadn't seen in a long time so I had to get out of there. Though I kinda regret not feeding him well there's always lunch I geuss. I went to my room and for no reason I started coughing up blood so much I fell to the ground. It felt awful I was crying pain surging through me I curled up in my stomach and I blacked out on the floor.