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Jeffrey grinned. �Bullshit. You believe me. I saw it at the
party; your belief. You knew then as you know now that I�m telling you the
truth. We are two. Separate, divided, split, and yet whole,
same, one. Sands and Jeffrey. Jeffrey and Sands.�

�Oh yeah? Well if that�s true, then
where the fuck is Sands now?� Roland asked coldly, a smug smirk on his face.

�Pacing, always pacing. Like a
fucking caged tiger in my mind,� Jeffrey murmured absently. �He�s here�but not.
He doesn�t want to come out and play with the other kids. He doesn�t like their
games. He doesn�t want to join in with their fun. He wants to make his own. And
you aren�t allowed to play. I�m not
either,� Jeffrey said with a sigh. �He�s playing hide and go seek and someone
forgot to end the game. He�s still hiding, you see. Buried
away where I can�t get to him. But I know he�s up there. If he
wasn�t�there would be only me. And the others.�

�Others?� Emily asked softly,
moving to stand at Roland�s elbow near Jeffrey�s be/p> /p>

�Of course. There are always
others. Like me, but not. There are none quite like
me. I�m special, did you know? None of the others have been able to take over
like have. They hao voo voices. Only whispers.�

�You mean other personalities?� Emily continued, casting a
glance over at Susannah who caught her eyes and frowned thoughtfully.

�Oh come on. This is bullshit! Can�t you see that he�s
playing you? This is all a fucking act!� Roland said irritably, his face filled
with disgust.

Jeffrey laughed. �We�re not in a china shop. No bulls here,�
he said gleefully.

�What the fuck is that
supposed to mean?� Roland asked.

�The mad cannot be asked to interpret their madness. It
would never work,� Jeffrey said with a solemn shake of his head. �Confusion
would abound and the madness would spread. Is madness contagious? Are we all
mad here? Are you going to all end up in here with me? That would be fun,
wouldn�t it? I wouldn�t kill you, promise. I�d be good.� Jeffrey let out a
little maniacal laugh. �Well, I don�t think I can be good, actually. But I�d try!�

�Jeffrey, tell me about the others, please,� Emily asked him
gently.

�Others, others, lots of others.
There are those that whisper, and those that shout. I don�t like the ones that
shout. They�re ever so hard to talk over. I try not to pay them any attention.
To pay them attention would be to acknowledge that they exist, and that would
be bad. Very bad.�

�Why would that be bad?� Susannah asked softly.

Roland stalked across the room and sat in a chair against
the wall after Susannah�s question, still disgusted with the whole
conversation, but not bothering to comment on it any longer. Their time with
Sands would be up soon anyway. He�d let them play out whatever fucking little
game Sands was playing for now. But sooner or later he would cut through the
fucking bullshit. Other personalities? Please. The guy
might have a few fucking screws loose-you fucking had to to
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have killed as many people as he had-but it was nothing more than that. Sands was a killer and con artist. And not even a very good
one, at that. Roland could see through his tricks. And he would make the other
see through them as well.

�Don�t ask questions to which you already know the answers,�
Jeffrey said with an irritated frow Sus Susannah�s direction. �You�re good at
that; asking questions. Is that all you do?�

�Pretty much,� Susannah said wryly. �Never seem to get the
answers I want though,� she muttered under her breath.

�Questions, questions, who�s go que question? I�ve got questions, she�s got questions, everyone�s
got questions. No answers, only questions. No resolution, only conflict. Conflict and discontent. �Now is the winter of our
discontent,�� he murmured, slumping back on the bed a little. �Have to fly.
Can�t go home but you can�t stay here. I don�t want to be here. Here isn�t
home. Home is where the heart is and I left mine in San
Francisco. Never been there, but that must be where I
left it because it�s not here, right? Right?�

No one had an answer for that one.

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Sands floated through the ether of nothingness and never
wanted to return. The world was garish and bright and dangerous, and here he
was safe and warm and without worry or fear. Here he was whole. Out thhe
he
was fragmented; insane and unable to get better. Out there he was a murder who
had been caught and would be made to pay for his crimes. My crimes�how many people have I killed now? Ten?
Twenty? Thirty? This is all that bastard Jeffrey�s fault. If he hadn�t shown up I
would have been fine. I would have been free. I wouldn�t have to be here. He
wasn�t even entirely sure where here
was exactly; he just knew he was no longer in the world of the conscious and
sane.

�What the fuck just happened?� Roland asked suddenly. In the
time it had taken for Jeffrey to retrieve Sands, the three CIA agents had seen
quite a disturbing display. First, Jeffrey had closed his eyes and gone as
still as if he had just keeled over and died. Then came the series of violent
convulsions that had them all half running out the door to call someone,
anyone, before they had stopped as suddenly as they had began. And now they
were actinke nke nothing had happened.

�Sands decided to join the party. Bring the kiddies and
enjoy the show! Say hi, Sands,� Jeffrey murmured blankly.

�Caught. Fucking caught. All your fault, you bastard,� Sands hissed to Jeffrey,
nearly insensible with rage while Jeffrey seemed to not have a care in the
world.

�I was behind the gun but I did not pull the trigger,� was
all Jeffrey had to say in response. �Oh! Did I tell you? We made a record! We
should have a party! Where�s my cake?�

�No more drugs for you,� Sands murmured in response, still
scowling at Jeffrey. His head still felt like it was on a fucking
merry-go-round turning at supersonic speeds, but he wasn�t as affected by the
drugs as Jeffrey was. He wondered if there might be something to that. �Shot
and caught. You fucking did that. Not
me.�

�Shot and caught, caught and shot,� Jeffrey chanted, Sands�
scowl miraculously changing into a manic grin and he Jeffrey spoke. The grin
shifted back into a scowl in the instant Sands took over and turned to address
his audience.

�Well look who it is,� he drawled
coldly, looking over the faces of the gathered CIA agents and wanting more than
anything to rip each of them to shreds. Rage licked through him like tongues of
fire and he pulled at his bonds. All of the rage that Jeffrey was currently
unable to feel seemed to have funneled itself into Sands so that he was
practically shaking with it as Jeffrey rambled on; oblivious.

�Sands?� Susannah queried
cautiously before taking a step back as Sands turned his gaze on her, his eyes
black with fury.

�Give the little bitch a kewpie doll,� he hissed at her, his
struggles against the restraints that held he and Jeffrey fast to the bed even
more. His chest ached from the still tender bullet wound, but he paid it no
mind. He was far too gone with anger too feel any pain now.

Susannah watched Sands pull at his restraints like a dog
running against the length of its chain with something like grim fascination.
The change from Jeffrey to Sands right before her eyes was nothing short of
astonishing. Whatever doubts she had about the source of his insanity-and she was
able to admit to herself now that she hadn�t fully believed that he and Jeffrey
were indeed two persons-vanished.

�Two persons; one body,� Emily whispered, startling Susannah
almost as if she had been listening in on her thoughts. The two women shared a
glance and both of them took an unconscious and simultaneous step backward
almost as if rehearsed. Roland on the other hand took a step closer, heedless
of the dangerous man before him.

�And the true bastard finally shows its face,� he sneered,
looking down at the hissing and spitting man beneath him. �Does this mean you�ve
finally decided to give up the fucking charade? Because honestly, I�m getting
bored with it,� Roland said with a slight frown, his hand absently reaching for
the gun on his hip at a particularly violent reaction from Sands before it fell
back to his side and he cursed himself for his jumpiness. There was nothing Sands
could do to him. The only weapons he had at his disposal right now were his
tongue and his wit. And Roland didn�t think much of either of them.

�I�m going to fucking tear your head off and shove it back
down your neck you piece of arrogant shit. And what I did to that darling cunt of yours Yvette will seem like child�s play when I get
out of here. And I will get out of here,� Sands promised darkly, his eyes going
black as chips of obsidian in his rage.

Roland�s blood boiled, but he held back. He would just be
letting this fucking bastard in front of him win if he struck him now, and such
an action would only get his ass tossed out onto the pavement by Dr. Harrington
anyway, so he kept a rein on his temper. Barely. �You�re
not going to get out, Sands. Ye cae caught and there will be no escape, you
fucking son of a bitch,� Roland said evenly.

�There�s always escape, my dear Roland.
You just have to wait for the opportune moment,� Sands said, a cold smile on
his face as he looked over the room�s occupants. He would escape. He could find it in himself to be patient if the
situation warranted it. He would bide his time; make them believe he was cowed
and harmless, and then he would strike. He was tired of pretending he was
something he wasn�t. He was tired of everyone looking at him without the fear
that should have been chilling their bones. He was a killer; pure and simple. It
was what he had been born to do and it was time the world started remembering
that.

TBC

A/N: So sorry this took longer than I wanted to get posted!
School started and robbed me of a good chunk of my writing time. I promise,
however, that I will still keep writing the new chapters and trying my very
best to post them within a week or so�s time. Thank
you for sticking with me. You guys are the best.
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