A/N: I do not own Tyler, I am not creative/disturbed enough to have made him on my own.

I am Tyler Durden. It may not be my legal name, in fact I'm almost positive it isn't, but that doesn't matter. All those who matter know me as Tyler. That might have disturbed me once, I don't know. Who I had once been is slipping away from me. And I am happy to see it go. It had been weak, it had fought me and lost. Now I was emerging, throwing away the rotting half of its soul and emerging like the phoenix of legend after cleansing itself with fire. Like the cleansing we had given the blind ants below. The strong would survive in the new world we had given them, the weak would not.

I touched the wound that had once been my chin. It had thought to kill me with a bullet. For sheer stupidity it deserved to die.

I turned my regard to Marla, she wasn't aware yet of what had happened inside me. Nor would she ever be, she had seen both of us as one, as Tyler. As had everyone else. The only difference between her and everybody else was that she had liked it and not me.

Turning from her, I walked down the stairs, when I reached the foot I merely nodded my head at one of the men and he quickly went the way I had come from. Soon we heard a scream cut short by the sound of a gun.

I gave another nod as the man I had singled out returned, even more blood splattered than he had been previously. We walked out into the world that we had started to shape.

I am Tyler Durden. I am a figment of my own imagination and you have no idea how freeing that can be.