Right, so...
Author's note time! Mostly, this sort of thing shouldn't happen too often, but I'll post one if there's something that REAAAALLY has to be explained, if I managed to scare you lads/lasses, or if it'll be a while before the next one shows up.
Yeah. Well, I know that this last chapter is a bit nuts, so here's a bit of help assimilating it.
First off, yes, I know, I do need psychiatric help. However, I'm too bull-headed/stubborn/idiotic to accept it. Plus, I've got friends for that stuff. Heh.
Second, yeah, Phelan did managed to have a conversation with himself. And yes, he did take a chunk out of his arm. I've done both (but not taking a chunk out of my arm; let's just say that Katie doesn't let me break the knives out). And no, I'm not emo. Socially maladjusted, yeh, but not a 'omfg I'm so worthless cut wrists' kinda guy. More like 'punishment for failure cut open back of hand' thing. Refer to number one. That, and I don't do that anymore.
Third, yes, I am a schizophrenic, and it tends to develop in my characters. Thus, the whole 'hallucinate people' thing happens to me all the time. I've hallucinated smell. Heck, I've even hallucinated taste! It's just insane. But, then again, so am I.
Fourth, yes, Phelan has a history of leaving broken bodies. It's not always his fault, but... eh. Suffice it to say that when he needed to, he couldn't save the woman who had helped him the most with his 'illness'. Think grandmother figure. I.E. Not a romantic relationship, bums!
Fifth, Merinac. He's Phelan's brother. He's partially dead. Again, more on that later. That's why he always smells, though. He calls Phelan 'Phelan' instead of Phelan's old name for simplicity's sake. He's also a sort of mental bounty hunter. As for the whole 'meet you in pieces' comment, you'll find out. Cannibalism? Haven't decided yet.
Right. That should be most of the confusing stuff cleared up. I hope that you all are enjoying this, and if you aren't, let me know. I do accept criticism, but only with bribes. BIIIIIIG bribes.
Heh.