I'm so sorry I took so long to update, I have been dealing with writer's block lately and I will not promise that I will suffer from another bout of it but I can promise that I will return and give you guys an update as soon as I can.

-Hal-

He staggered back until his back met wall, gravity pushing his body down and not relenting making his body believe that it was being weighed down by a thousand tons of cement.

The doppelganger's ghoulish laughter continued to taunt him, along with whispers of all the sorrow he (it! He tried and was failing to tell himself) had caused. Pulling his legs up to his chest, he clamped his hands down over his ears, but the laughter was coming from within the deep recesses of his mind and covering his ears was only encasing its taunting voice and laughter.

"Shut up!"

"But we have so much more to discuss Hal, so much more..." its voice was condescendingly soft, almost like a parent comforting a child.

Hal pinched his eyes shut, banging his head against the wall behind him in a desperate attempt to shut its voice out.

"And we've only just begun"

Snapping his eyes open Hal couldn't hold back the scream that burst from him. The Doppelganger was sitting in front of him, its face only a breath away from his own. It had a cruel smile and malicious laughter in its eyes.

"No!"

-Tom-

Weaver had had him go over his entrapment with the aliens what felt like a dozen times now. He knew that the captain was doing this because he needed to know what the aliens were planning, but that didn't mean that he wasn't irritated and desperate to get back to his son's bedside.

"…then Maggie released me from my restraints and we fled from the warehouse and along the way I was knocked unconscious by the young woman that was traveling with Dr. Thomas and when I gained consciousness I found Maggie and myself being taken care of by Dr. Thomas and his two traveling companions. They traveled with us and finally we found the 2nd Mass.' New location" he recited as if from a teleprompter.

Just as Weaver was opening his mouth Matt ran into the tent, out of breath and wide-eyed with fear. Running over to his dad, he stopped in front of him and rushed through his words. Not understanding a word that came out of the boy's mouth, he asked Matt to repeat himself.

Taking a deep breath Matt started over again, "Hal woke up and he's locked himself in the bathroom. He's been screaming and no one can get him out" he said all in one breath, but at a much slower speed.

As soon as the words registered in his mind Tom's face drained of color.

Without a word, Tom raced from the tent and it was only when he was standing in the middle of the hangar that he realized he had no idea where the bathroom was, but looking around he was able to surmise that it was located where a group of people had gathered. It was amazing how people seemed to gather when a disaster was occurring, no matter how potentially dangerous the situation may be.

Pushing people out of his way he stopped in front of the door, the screams coming from inside twisted his insides and fried his brain with worry and fear. The crowd surrounding him was talking loudly, throwing ideas around about why Hal was in there; a man that was standing right behind him said one theory that made his blood boil with rage.

"I always knew one of them Masons would go bat-shit crazy, it was only a matter of time. I ain't surprised one bit"

Turning on the man Tom lashed out and punched the bastard across the jaw, making the man stumble back, clutching the afflicted area that was already starting to swell. The crowd immediately silenced, their attention now captured by another potentially dangerous situation: a father and a man who dared to verbally insult not only one of his children but his whole family. Most already knew who the victor would be but they wanted to stay and watch the outcome for the pure fact that it was something to watch.

Getting up, the man spit blood and wiped the blood that had dribbled down his chin from his bleeding gums. Lunging, the man body slammed Tom into the floor, raining blows down all over Tom's body and face.

His body rattled with pain, still sore and weak from the injuries he had sustained on his mission to save Hal but that wouldn't stop him from savagely ripping out this guy's throat! Managing to latch on to one of the man's wrists Tom used the appendage to slam back into the man's face. Dazed the man fell back, clutching his sluggishly bleeding nose that was miraculously not broken but was still severely injured.

Gaining the advantage Tom stood up on shaky legs and stalking over to the disoriented man and punched him in the gut then while he was bent over, gasping for breath, Tom grabbed both sides of his face and kneed him in the head, effectively knocking him out.

Even with the knowledge that the man wouldn't getting back up anytime soon Tom savagely kicked the unmoving body. The primal rage that had filled him was not satisfied though, his paternal instincts wanted this man to die for the words he dared to utter. Landing another blow to the unconscious man the humanly father turned into a protective, fiery animal and the world around him dissolved and that one hit turned into a brutal assault.

It wasn't until he was physically pulled away from the man that he came back to his senses, looking down he saw that the man he had assaulted was covered with welts, cuts and bruises, blood seeped from his wounds and he gasped through possibly a few cracked ribs.

Dr. Thomas was tending to the man, checking over his injuries and giving orders to his two companions on what needed to be treated. Anne meanwhile was standing in front of Tom, her palm resting on his cheek. Turning his head, he saw that Dai and Anthony had restrained him. Their hold on him unrelenting until they were sure that he wasn't going to attack the unconscious man again.

"You need to calm down Tom, Hal needs you right now" as if to prove her point another heart wrenching scream came from behind the door, followed by muffled sounds of crying.

Taking in a few deep breaths he started to calm his racing heart, adrenaline was still pumping through him but he was able to control himself. Making eye contact with Anne, he showed her without words his apology and sorrow for what he had done. While it was true that the man had no right to say what he did beating him up wasn't going to solve anything; even if it did give him some satisfaction to draw blood and cause the asshole pain, it was still a stupid thing to do. Hal needed him and here he was beating up a schoolyard bully.

When Anne was satisfied that he had calmed down somewhat she told Dai and Anthony to let him go. Now that he was calm Tom could see that the crowd had dispersed, which had probably occurred when he had gone primal, maybe in fear that his rage would turn on them.

Turning his back to them, he walked to the door and pressed his ear against the cold metal, he listened to the heart wrenching sobs and pleas for mercy and forgiveness coming from his son. It was like a dagger to his heart.

Worry overriding common sense he tried the doorknob, it was locked, which was not a surprise given that had it been open people would have been in there staring at Hal like he was a freak on display. The image he gave himself made him shiver in disgust, bringing back memories of when Hal had been strapped down to a chair in that sport locker that Weaver had used as a holding cell for prisoners.

"Hal, can you hear me? Its dad, can you open door?" he was trying to be calm, it would do Hal no good if Tom were to lose his mind again but he was very skeptical that simply asking for his son to open the door was really going to do the trick. He probably couldn't even hear him, but he was hoping that maybe his reassuring voice would let him know that he wasn't alone, that there were people who were trying to help him.

Silence met his ears, and this terrified him most of all. Worst-case scenarios flew through his mind as he sank into the coldness that the silence portrayed.

Frantically looking around he laid eyes on the rusted fire extinguisher that hung by a hook on the near left wall. Thinking quickly he dashed past the three people that stood around him and grabbed the extinguisher off the wall. Rushing back over he raised the object and bashed it down on the knob, every time the extinguisher made contact with the metal knob a metal clang would echo and the bottom of the object and the knob were beginning to bend inwards.

His arm was beginning to tire but finally with one last giant heave he brought the extinguisher down and the knob clattered to the floor, rolling around in a circle then finally coming to a stop in front of Dai's feet. Tossing the bent extinguisher aside Tom practically kicked down the door and flew into the room, halting in shock at the sight that met him.

-Hal-

Scrambling up from the floor Hal tried to put some more distance between him and the doppelganger but it didn't even have to move to creep up on him, all it had to do was follow him with his heartless eyes and cruel smile.

"You do know that breaking mirror gives you seven years of bad luck right? Well along with that I'm also giving you an eternity of nightmares and my own personal home videos of all the fun I had out in the real world" it taunted, stepping to Hal who found himself once again backed up into a wall.

It came closer until it was chest to chest with him, or at least it appeared that they were chest to chest, he couldn't actually feel any pressure but his mind didn't comprehend that.

"How about another precious memory? I think you'll find this one very tasteful"

Before Hal could scream he was sucked into another memory, now he was watching as it toyed with a group of people that were camping out in the woods, there were two men and one woman. The woman was treating the wounds that it had gotten in its fight with the aliens. He could tell that the two men didn't trust it, the only reason they hadn't chased it away was because the woman had insisted that she treat its wounds, a fatal error that would cost all of them their lives.

As it was pulling on the shirt that had been given to it the atmosphere changed when Hal saw one of the men lay eyes on its spikes. That was when the blood was drawn.

One by one, it killed them, each one more gruesome then the last, but the one that really stayed with him was the woman's death. She had been trying to help the doppelganger, bandaging it up and offering it food and clothing, and the doppelganger had still murdered her. The doppelganger truly had no heart or empathy.

Forcibly sucked from the memory Hal found himself back in the bathroom, the doppelganger still stood in front of him, laughter in its eyes at the obvious fear and misery it was causing him.

"Why are you doing this?" he whispered, staring up at it from the floor where he had slid down the wall.

The doppelganger smirked, "because it's fun!"

It walked away from him and wandered around the room, stepping onto the glass that was spattered with drops of Hal's blood.

Hal watched it, he was giving up, and resignation to his nightmare-filled future deadened his eyes.

"Don't zone out on me yet Hal, I have a new trick I want to show you" looking up Hal watched as its features began to shift, its size meshing and stretching over a new form until a new figure stood in front of him.

It was Matt. He was wearing the same clothing that Hal had last seen him in, only they were tattered and torn in various places and dirt smudged his young face. His face was drenched in sadness and anger.

"What did I do wrong Hal, why did you hurt me?" his voice was soft and trembled with emotion.

Mentally Hal knew that this was the doppelganger, not his littlest brother, but emotionally he was destroyed. His love for his family was his biggest weakness and the doppelganger knew this.

"I'm so sorry Mattie, I love you so much," he whimpered as he pushed himself up from the floor, stumbling over to Matt and falling to his knees in front of him so that they were face to face.

"Then why did you do this?" he asked, his innocence making him seem so pure, Hal hated how his presence tainted Matt's angelic aura.

Tears fell down his face as he clutched at Matt's tattered shirt, his body trembling with sorrow and self-hatred.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please forgive me" he buried his face into Matt's stomach, wrapping his arms around his slender frame and cried, apologies and pleas for forgiveness muffled by the fabric.

Something wasn't right, Matt's body was cold, almost freezing and there was something wet running down his face. Pulling back, he looked up and screamed, stumbling away from the sight in front of him.

Blood was running from his eyes and, when he opened his mouth, blood seeped down as well. His whole body was becoming drenched in his own blood and turning ashen white.

He watched in transfixed horror as a puddle of blood formed around Matt, the ruby red tentacles slithered towards him, seemingly alive as they wrapped around his arms and legs, drawing him in.

Matt's face held no emotion as Hal was lifted into the air, more bloody tentacles growing and move up his body to wrap around his throat, not enough pressure being applied to cut off his oxygen but enough to keep him in place or risk choking himself.

"You killed me Hal, you did this to me" Matt continued to speak in a soft tone, which was so much worse than the anger or sadness he could have conveyed.

"I never wanted to hurt you, I love you Mattie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he repeated over and over again he didn't have the gall to look him in the eye, too ashamed of himself to face what he had done.

Hal was suddenly released and he tumbled to the floor, crying out in pain when he hit his head on the floor, his vision going white for a few seconds. He curled up into a ball and muttered over and over again that he was sorry. He didn't see Matt change back into the doppelganger, his mind was too far gone in his grief.

The doppelganger walked over to him, "don't check out on me yet Hal, there are still plenty of other people who would like to talk with you"

He did hear the doppelganger's words but they didn't register with him, he was still swimming through the grief and self-hatred that Matt had wrought on him, he had killed his little brother! He was supposed to protect him and instead, his own hands, hands that were responsible for so much destruction, had killed him.

Before the doppelganger was able to bring out more of the people he had hurt the door to the bathroom was busted down, but Hal was too far gone to see that he had more company.

-Tom-

Hal was on the floor, in the fetal position, rocking his body back and forth, his pupils blown wide and muttering words under his breath that he couldn't understand.

Rushing to his side he put his hand on Hal's shoulder.

"Hal, come on Hal, talk to me" he pleaded, restraining himself from shaking Hal in an attempt to snap him out of whatever was plaguing his mind.

Anne was at his side in a second flat and gently pushed Tom out of the way, she carefully lifted his eyelid open a little higher.

-Anne-

His eyes were far away, seeing something that only he could see, all the muscles in his body were coiled up and his breaths were very shallow. There were many other symptoms but she could see enough to deduce to Hal had gone into shock. She needed to get him back to the medical tent.

"He's gone into shock. Tom I need you to carefully pick Hal up and bring him back to the medical tent, and try not to jerk him about too much"

Hal was in a very delicate state right now, unfortunately she didn't have a very extensive amount of knowledge on dealing with shock but she was hoping that maybe Dr. Thomas had more experience in this area.

-Tom-

His son was so stiff when he picked him up, but his body began to spastically jerk about, he screamed and pleaded to an invisible being, breaking his heart even more. What terrors was Hal being subjected to?

Carrying his thrashing son out of the bathroom he almost dropped him a few times after a few particularly jerky movements but he was thankfully able to get to the tent and deposit Hal onto a cot.

Anne was right behind him and quickly injected him with a sedative. The medication took a while but eventually Hal settled down and went to sleep.

Tom collapsed into the chair beside the cot and buried his face in his hands, all the grief and worry he had felt earlier increasing maximum capacity. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Hal was getting better, Anne had so herself and now he had apparently gone into some kind of shock. This wasn't something that a simple dose of medicine could take care of, this would require a lot of therapy and numerous other methods that he didn't even know about.

Not only had those aliens taken away his son's free will but now it looked as if they may have taken his mind as well.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the update and just so everyone knows we are nearing the end but if things go the way they are in my mind there is a possibility of a sequel. Thanks for reading and please review!