Raivis cried as he lay on the bathroom floor, collapsing after his episode. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to admit that he was becoming more and more like the man he hated everyday. But, that incident in there proved it. Proved that he was going to be like him. That he was going to get angry and hurt people. That he was going to want to hurt the ones he loved more than the ones he hated.

"Oh, Raivis. Your progress is going well," a soft but cruel voice cooed.

Raivis didn't have to look to know who the voice belonged to. He just laid there. He heard heavy footsteps approach his body and then the rustle of Ivan's heavy coat as he kneeled down. Raivis flinched slightly when those gloved hands began to soothingly run through his short hair. He kept his eyes shut firmly.

"I knew it was either going to be you or Toris who would show the first signs. I was right. Soon, you'll be just like me," Ivan's voice whispered, enhanced by the bathroom's small size.

He stood and took one more loving look at Raivis before disappearing. Raivis didn't rise from his spot for a good three hours. When he finally did rise, his knees were weak and his vision blurred slightly. Raivis clung to the wall for a total of three minutes before he walked back to his room. He completely ignored the bird that still rested on his floor.

Raivis sat down on his bed and stared at the ground. It was about ten at night and the lights were off. The only source for it was through the window that was positioned so the light would stream onto Raivis' bed. He laid back and wiped his eyes of the remaining liquid. He knew what Ivan had said was true. He was losing it all and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Fuck," Raivis muttered.

He looked over to his night stand and was contemplating turning the light on but then decided against it. He closed his eyes and waited for morning to approach.

*

As soon as Raivis awoke, he knew he wanted something bad to happen today. He wanted something bad to happen to someone he hated. Someone like Ivan. He wanted to hurt him. No, that wasn't enough. He wanted to kill him.

A smirk formed against Raivis' lips. He didn't know where this sudden urge had come from, but, he liked it. He really like it.

Raivis rose from the bed and rubbed his eyes against the burning glare of the sun. He stood and kicked the bird out of his way, not giving a second thought to it. He went to his closet and changed his clothes. After that, he went down to the kitchen to see Toris was still cooking breakfast. Toris heard Raivis' footsteps.

"Good morning, Raivis!" He said in the most cheery voice he could muster.

Raivis felt like hitting him for lying about his feeling. Raivis could see the forming bruise on his cheek and the purple marks running under the collar of his shirt.

"Morning," Raivis said.

He went over to the large knife drawer that Toris used to cut the food and opened it. Toris was too busy with the food to notice what Raivis was doing. Raivis quickly reached in and pulled out the first knife he saw. A good seven inch sharp blade. It wasn't one Toris used often so he wouldn't notice.

Raivis slipped the knife into the waistband of his boxers. For some weird reason, he liked the feel of the cool metal against his leg. It felt nice to have the slight pain of the blade almost, but not exactly, piercing his skin every time he took as step. He was about to leave the room when Toris stopped him.

"Raivis," he said.

Raivis jumped slightly. For a quick second he thought he had been caught.

"Would you take Ivan's breakfast to him?" Toris asked.

Raivis gave a silent sigh of relief and grabbed the tray that Toris had prepared. He left the room, barely hearing Toris tell him to be careful.

Raivis walked along stairs and long corridors. It took a total of ten minutes for him to arrive at Ivan's room. He knew he was going to be in here. Raivis hesitated as he stood in front of the door. After yesterday, he knew Ivan was planning to do something with him. He just didn't know what. Whatever it was, could he handle it? Would it be an opportunity to finally rid himself of Ivan.

Raivis blocked out all the thoughts and pushed open the door.

"Ivan," he said.

Raivis stood silently and saw that the room was empty. He stepped inside and decided to leave the food and get. He placed the tray down on the bedside table and turned to leave.

"Ah!" He cried, falling back onto the bed.

When Raivis looked up to see what the hell he had run into his eyes widened when he saw Ivan's smiling face looking down at him.

"Good morning, Raivis," he said.

Raivis said nothing. He tried to get up but Ivan easily pushed him back down.

"Raivis, now that you've shown me sign's I think it's time to speed up the process of your insanity," Ivan said, still smiling that smile that could only belong to Ivan.

Raivis' eyes widened as he realized just what Ivan was talking about. He tried to run but Ivan was quicker than he was. Ivan grabbed his arm and threw him back onto the bed, quickly climbing on top of him. Clothes ripped and skin broke. The sheets were slowly turning red with Raivis' blood as he continued to struggle. Without thinking, Raivis reached for the knife handle and stabbed as hard as he could into Ivan's neck.

Blood sprayed everywhere and finally Raivis was able to push Ivan off of him. Without looking back ,Raivis ran from the room and down the steps and out the front door.