The Darkness Within Her Eyes

A Sheila fic. What happens when Sheila does something so terrible that it will forever change the lives of the residents of Genoa City?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to "The Young and the Restless" TV show.

Background: This takes place during the late 2005 season, when Sheila and Tom are working together to try to kill Lauren Fenmore. This is after Tom tries to reveal Sheila's plan to save himself but it doesn't work and makes Sheila very angry with him. Please review, this is my first Y and R fic! Even flames are okay, just review and I'll try to improve the story! Oh, and I know my spelling is literally crap (okay, not literally ) but I spellchecked it. If you find any mistakes please tell me.

By the way, a line of v's means change of scene.

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Sheila stood alone in her apartment, planning, plotting. She was soon to have her revenge. But Tom, he kept getting in the way. She knew she couldn't trust him. She didn't want anything to do with him. She would be happy to have him dead.

But Sheila couldn't do that. Tom had connections. Sheila had manipulated much more cunning people. In the end, they were all puppets, and she was the one who held all the strings. Just let people think they were in control, and you could make them do whatever you wanted.

I am in complete control of all of them, thought Sheila. Her mouth twisted into a smile, cold and harsh. She could almost laugh. Tom thought he was all big and tough, but he was in the palm of her had and her fingers were wrapped around him, able to squeeze the life out of him anytime she felt like it.

But there was one person Sheila knew she couldn't control. Herself. Her thoughts flowed and twisted in a bizarre disorderly way, swirling within her mind, like a tornado, her emotions threatening to rip her apart from the inside. Thought forming and thrashing about so rapidly that she felt like crying out.

The room was nicely decorated. Sheila had money. Being the skilled manipulator she was, she had been able to come across it fairly easily. Amazing how stupid some people were. Sheila had fooled and controlled several people in her life, some rather wealthy. Of course, she used this to her advantage. She would have to be a fool not to. And Sheila was no fool. Insane, perhaps. Pathological liar, definitely. But no one could ever call her a fool, unless they themselves were a pathological liar.

Sheila had used her money to rent a very nice apartment. It was clean and organized, decorated with flowers and the like. However, for the apartment of a person who had been living there for almost a month, if one looked closely they would realize something. In this room, there were no photographs or letters, nothing that could possibly identify the person staying there. And Sheila liked it that way.

One would also notice that in that room, there were no lights on. The only light in the entire room poured from a window, where a small area of window had managed to avoid being hidden beneath a thick mahogany curtain. From that tiny light source, a sliver of light fell upon the wall and floor. Sheila liked it dark. There was no light to sting her eyes, to cloud her mind. There was only darkness, as it was within her as well. She could be alone with her thoughts, to try and organize them into some comprehendible order. She never completely succeeded in this task.

The darkness was especially unusual in the apartment as it was the early afternoon. Sheila stood in the center of the room in total darkness, aside from that small sliver of light. Some of this light fell upon her, reflecting of her cherrywood red-brown hair and rather pale skin. Some may even consider her beautiful.

Yet Sheila's face was overshadowed by her eyes. They were a dark brown and the light that reflected in her cold gaze made them look like endless amber oceans, illuminated by stars on a dark night. But that was not what was so starting about her eyes. No, far more noticeable than their beauty was the darkness that seemed to be within them. The darkness that was the things Sheila had seen, the things she had done, the things she had thought. The darkness had become Sheila, and there was no light within her to illuminate this darkness.

The door opened and Tom entered. The harsh yellow light from the hallway stung Sheila's eyes. Tom was grinning stupidly, the way he often did when he was drunk. "Whyzit so dark n'ere?" he slurred. Sheila felt disgusted with him.

"Tom, I told you I don't want you coming here anymore. You tried to betray me," said Sheila, emphasizing the last few words and pausing to let them make an impact. Apparently they didn't.

"Aw, s'no big deal. I jus fel' 'ike stopping by."

"I want you out of here. Now," Sheila was losing her patience.

"Whadif I don' feel like goin'" challenged Tom.

"You will. Go." Sheila pointed towards the door.

Tom grunted and swung a fist at Sheila. Sheila stopped it in midair with her own smaller. hand, stilling it with surprising strength and steadiness. "You will regret having done that," stated Sheila. Her eyes flashed with anger yet her voice was quiet and threatening. Sheila may be a pathological liar, but she never lied about this sort of thing. Tom would have to be disposed of. He no longer was required by the puppet master. In fact, he was becoming a mere imposition, a problem. And that problem would soon be solved.

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" We need to find a way to get rid of Tom, said Michael Baldwin to his younger brother, Kevin Fisher.

"Yeah. He's like a fly, you swat it, you think you've killed it, and than it flies out of nowhere and starts buzzing around you're head," said Kevin.

"We have to come up with a plan, my oh so poetic brother, to get rid of him for good." Michael was now pacing the room where this secret meeting was going on. Michael, Kevin, and Lauren – Michaels soon to be bride, were the people who were having this meeting.

"Can't we just call the police?" asked Lauren.

"No, Tom always seems to find a way to slip past them. And we can't find any real evidence that will keep him locked up. Ah, the law is a double edged sword indeed," said Michael thoughtfully.

"Now who's being oh-so-poetic," mumbled Kevin.

"At least my poetic statement was good," retorted Michael.

Lauren could almost laugh, despite the seriousness of their situation. Despite the fact that her life was in danger at this very moment, Lauren felt a smile tugging at the edge of her mouth.

"We can wait until Tom strikes again. We can set up tape recorders or video cameras next time he tries to threaten us. That would certainly hold up in court," mused Michael.

"No way. I am not going to be live bait," said Lauren.

"No, you're right. I was being insensitive, I'm sorry," said Michael. They were back at square one, and Michael could feel each second counting down to when they would finally have to face Tom. Or so he thought. How was Michael to know that he would be facing a far more terrible foe.

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It was the next morning. Sheila smiled. There didn't seem to be anything that could stand in the way of her plan. Still, she told herself to proceed with caution. This was never a procedure to be taken lightly. Still, Sheila was calmer about this than most people would be. It was something most people wouldn't even consider. But Sheila was not like most people.

Sheila picked the lock of Tom's apartment. She had forced him to get his own a while ago, when he was getting too hard to bear. "If you had stayed away Tommy I wouldn't have to do this," whispered Sheila. Silently, Sheila entered Tom's apartment and put a deadly poison into Tom's morning booze. Than, like a shadow on the wall, she left the room silently.

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"I can't stand that Tom!" exclaimed Kevin to his mother Gloria. Gloria nodded. Her short blond hair and dangly earrings bounced around as she did this.

"I completely agree. Something has to be done about him," said Gloria.

"Gah, but every time I try to come up with a plan, my mind draws a total blank!" continued Kevin.

"Its exactly the same for me. His very name causes fear to return to my heart!" Gloria said, one hand stretched up towards the sky for dramatic purposes. She was just as oh-so-poetic as her sons.

"I still can't forgive him for what he's done to us, Mom. I can just not forget what he's put us through," said Kevin. Gloria looked proudly at her son.

"I feel so lucky to have such caring boys as you and Michael for my sons," said Gloria.

"And I feel proud to be your son," said Kevin. Gloria smiled. A few years back, she never would have thought she would hear this. Back then, the things Tom had done to Kevin were still fresh in the minds of the both of them, her and Kevin. She would never have thought that Kevin would be able to talk like this to her, to anyone. Back then he had been so troubled, but now he was recovered. Gloria was worried that the reappearance of her ex-husband would send Kevin back to his former ways. And Gloria was not able to take that.

"I wish Tom would die and leave us all alone," said Kevin.

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Two days later Tom Fisher was dead. His death was acknowledged with shock and curiosity, but no one mourned his death. He had lived his life in a way that when he was gone, the world did not mourn the death of a friend, a parent, a son. It only knew the death of a liar, a criminal, and the person who had hurt so many others.

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"Tom's dead," said Michael, breaking the news to Gloria, Lauren, and Kevin.

"What?" exclaimed everyone else.

" He died this morning. He was poisoned," said Michael. His voice was low and emotionless.

Kevin didn't know what to feel. He had certainly hated the man. Tom had hurt him so badly, had ruined the first almost thirty years of Kevin's life. But now that he was gone, Kevin felt a small but consistent pain gnawing away at his insides. It's hopelessly ironic. Just days ago I was wishing for Tom to die, for a miracle to take him away from me. Is this my miracle?

Gloria was having trouble grasping the fact. She had hated Tom for what he had don't to her and her family. Than he was gone, than he came back, and now he was dead. Life could be so strange to her.

Lauren felt relieved. The man who had tried to kill her was gone. She didn't know how she was to react to this news, however. He had been Kevin's father and she didn't want to say anything that might offend Kevin. Wait a minute, Kevin hated the guy thought Lauren. Well, if that was the case…

Michael started talking again before Lauren had a chance to say anything. " That solves part of our problem, but I'm worried about whoever poisoned Tom. Tom was suspected to have connections to illegal operations. The police say he was killed with a rare poison. Whoever did this was most likely a skilled assassin. They might come after us, Tom's family, next. The room was filled with an ominous silence.

"We had better prepare," finished Michael.

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In her apartment, Sheila stood once again in the darkness. She had a smile, the kind she only wore when she had done something wonderful. And wonderful for Sheila meant terrible for everyone else. "You had better prepare, Lauren Fenmore. I'm coming for you next."

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