Private woke up on the couch, next to his teammate, who he had made up with the night before. He yawned and stretched and laid right back down. He stared blankly at the ceiling above him, with his eyes half open.
He still couldn't believe what he had done. He never let his temper flare like that before, well, besides that time he had flailed at Mort, but that was different, he hadn't physically been angry, all he did was yell. His hair hadn't flared like that either.
Then what was causing this, could it had been pent up emotions? Things that he had repressed for so long, that he was finally letting it all out now?
But then that created further more questions. Why now? What things had he repressed? Why would HE out of all people pent things up?
It just didn't make sense.
"Oh, don't worry, it's much more than that." a voice chuckled in his ear. He flinched slightly as he looked around, no one.
"There's more than just pent up emotions to it, or repressed memories. You just don't know that yet, well, I wouldn't expect you to. But, that's why I'm here anyways." The voice chuckled.
"W-Who's there?" Private got up, now slightly hyperventilating.
"Oh silly, naïve, expendable, little, Rupert." The voice laughed.
"How the hell do you know my real name!?" Private's hair stood up again. He was full of rage now, he left that name behind in England, and he hated it when they used his real name!
"Watch it now, you don't want to have a rage attack and punch ANOTHER one of your comrades again, do you?" though Private couldn't see the intruder, he was sure he, or she, was smirking.
"Show yourself!" Private looked around, facing every which way until finally looking towards the mirror. He tumbled back and fell at the sight revealed to him.
"Yup, you guessed it, I'm you." he smirked….at himself…
No, it couldn't be him. It just couldn't. It was possible. Sure, he believed in spirits and fairy tales, and stuff like that, but, this just wasn't possible.
"You see," he stopped to chuckle before continuing, "I'm a part of you now, and you can't make me go away."
"B-But, I'm sure that Kowalski can fix this, I'm sure he can! H-He can get rid of you!" Private said confidently as he stood up and dusted himself off.
"Ha! You think that a mere amateur scientist like himself could compete with an evil being?" he choked out the word amateur. "Sure." He scoffed sarcastically.
"N-No, this can't be happening! This shouldn't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING." Private – the REAL Private grabbed his blond hair painstakingly, which was slowly rising with each word.
"Oh, yes it is my dear, it's not like you can hide it, it's impossible. Oh, you look so adorable when you're mad, don't you, sweetheart? Of, course, that IS the type of talk YOU'RE used to hearing, correct?" his reflection grinned sickeningly as the corners of the mirror began to get colder and colder, before looking like it was being engulfed by ice slowly, and steadily.
Private had had enough, he was sick and tired of hearing those….those filthy lies! He couldn't take it anymore, he let his shaky fists lift up, and in one swift motion, he smashed the whole mirror into pieces as he yelled, "SHUT UP!" successfully waking up his comrades.
All he heard were the fading chuckles coming from the shattered glass, on his bloody knuckles and hands, and of course on the floor. He fell to his knees, panting as his teamattes and leaders rushed up to him in complete and total shock…