A/N- This is the first story I am putting out on fan fiction, and hopefully not the last. This story is my idea of a possible sequel to Fight Club (the movie not the book). Alternate titles include: Fight City, Tyler, Tyler is God (although I ended up sticking with In Tyler We Trust because I thought it fit the story better).
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the rights to Fight Club or it's characters, this is purely for entertainment purposes.
Chapter 1- I am Jack's Ironic Realization
If someone told you that all Tyler Durden accomplished was forty-eight hours of anarchy and four billion dollars worth of collateral damage, then they obviously don't live here. Tyler is an omnipresent force that drives this city. I didn't kill him with that bullet, I set him free. Tyler was like a balloon ready to burst. He was an idea festering in everyone's mind already, and as soon as I got rid of him Tyler was giving his little visions of clarity to practically every one in the city. Anyone who had heard the name Tyler Durden in their little lives all of a sudden was Tyler.
The only person he's not talking to is me. And I know I should be happy about this, but I can't help but feel a little rejected, like he was just using me . Well my feeling sorry for myself doesn't change the fact that there is now half a city full of Tyler Durdens. Fuck, even Marla is Tyler.
Speaking of Marla, the phone rings. I shouldn't pick up. I know it will be Marla dishing out a little Tylerism for my own benefit. I few months ago I found myself waging a one-man war against Tyler. I couldn't just sit around as he does whatever he plans to do with the city. Could I? Anyway, my fight against Tyler is all starting with Marla. I'm trying to cure her of Tyler, and if I can do that, if I can get rid of Tyler in one person, then maybe I can do the same for the rest of the city. Maybe. So far it's an uphill battle. She thinks I'm sweet. A voice in the back of my head says she thinks Tyler is god. I shouldn't pick up.
"Marla?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"I don't know, I just assumed"
"Okay…"
"Marla, why are you calling?" I am tired, but at least now I know I can sleep without the knowledge that Tyler will take over as soon as I shut my eyes.
"Well I was just thinking of an idea I had, and wanted to talk to somebody about it"
"It's not your idea, is it Marla?" She doesn't seem to hear me, I'm talking to Tyler now, or Tyler is talking through her. Once again I am reduced to having messages relayed through one person. At least this time its not through me.
"You know how they say cleanliness is next to godliness?" Who's they? "Well if you make bombs with soap…then really blowing up the credit buildings was an act of God. You should feel proud of what you did. It's the beginning of.." I hang up. I'm having trouble adjusting to this new lifestyle. Being the only sane person amongst many, many, crazy people. But doesn't that make me crazy to them? Are they now the normal ones? I am Jack's ironic realization. Schizophrenia is now the only key to being considered sane in this society. I go to sleep on this, you should too.