She bit her lip until it bled.

It wasn't right; it wasn't fair that she should have been blessed with a pretty face. When she was little, the beautiful girls were the heroines, the princesses, the girls who always did the right thing and said the right thing.

That wasn't who she was, and in her darkest moments she hated being considered beautiful by the world, hated that the ugliness inside her wasn't visible.

Maybe if everyone could look at her and see what Jake, Cassie, Marco, Ax and she was certain even Tobias saw, at least she wouldn't feel like a liar as well as a psycho.

((But why would you have to choose, Psycho Rachel? Both are best!))

She sprang straight up in bed, feeling her skin clinging to the sweat-soaked sheets.

"Crayak." In her head she furiously screamed the name, but all she could muster out of her lips was the whisper of a scared little girl having a nightmare. She rolled over onto her side and clutched her pillow to her ear.

((You know you can't block out thought-speak.)) Evil laughter echoed off her bedroom walls.

"I know I'm dreaming. You think I haven't had nightmares before? You think I can't handle them?" Was she talking to Crayak or herself?

((Does this sound familiar))? And then the voice changed. It was no longer confident and smarmy. Now it was pleading and desperate.

((No! Please! Oh God, don't do this! I give up, okay? I'll do whatever you want! Please…I can't live like this!))

"David." Her voice was cold now, emotionless.

((Yes, David! Your little twin! Ruthless, willing to destroy anything that gets in his way, just loves the thrill of killing a morph so he can ignore the fact that what he's slaughtering isn't really an animal. Sound familiar?))

The voice changed into David's again. ((I'll kill you! I'll kill you all! I swear to God, if you don't let me out of here I'll kill you all…I'll rip you open…I'll watch you die and I'll love it.))

The last, desperate anger of a person defeated.

The same bloodlust, the same hatred she felt right before ripping an enemy's throat out. Right before the war ahead of them and the battle before them no longer mattered. Right before all that mattered was the fact that there was an enemy in front of her and she was going to be the death of them because…

((Because why?))

"He was right about me."