A.N: For this chapter Rocky will be called Sam, so that you don't get confused. Rocky will be Rocky, or Cocky Rocky. I'll explain a bit more in the next chapter if you're confused in this one. Watch out for language. Thanks for reading. I hope you like this. Nellie.

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Chapter Thirteen

Stumbling backward, Rocky fell from the bed landing hard on his butt. He winced for a second before scooting away from-- whoever that was trying to impersonate him. "Stay away from me! You stay away!" He shouted. Rocky didn't stop scooting until he was on his shaken legs, and he staggered backward until he was pressed into the cold cell bars.

"Ahahaha," this false Rocky laughed, briefly clapping his hands. The teen didn't hesitate to advance on him, smashing him against the bars. His face so close the two boys could have kissed. "Maan, this is cool.."

"Leave me alone..." Rocky shudders. "Stay away!"

Rocky supposed he wouldn't have been so afraid if Maria hadn't told him about the boy that had escaped her and could possibly be somewhere in the house still. Then there was the unstable fact that the escapee had gone nuts.

"Tisk tisk, you know Sam. I've heard of being afraid of your own shadow but- your own reflection? That's just embarrassing!" The imitation grabbed Rocky's face, turning it to him, his green eyes meeting his blue green. "Sam, look at me... I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm your biggest fan!"

"I don't wanna look at you," Rocky squeezed his eyes shut. "Maria sent you... into my thoughts to make me think that I'm going crazy- or you're that escaped nut, and you have freaky powers too... you've been talking to me," Rocky rambled, twisting and turning his head trying to free himself from the other males hand. "trying to make me think that you're my friend--"

"I am your friend."

"You can't be! If you were, you wouldn't be here right now!" He yelled.

The false Rocky shook his head. "If you want me to back off just say so... you've shoved me aside your whole life- and yet, when the chips are down you try to draw strength from me... Hmm? Now tell me again how that's fair?"

Rocky's trembling stopped, he turned his head looking this-- fake over. He truly did look like his twin- minus- the fact that his eyes were green, his hair was a smidge darker and, as he just now noticed, a lot longer, drawn into a braid. This boy was also dressed in what looked like... hand me downs, or stuff they give the Good Will people. A striped black and white shirt under a large green coat with a pair of gray jeans. This boy- whoever he is- is also very dirty, with patches of black grease on his cheeks and forehead.

"Who are? And why do you look like me?"

"Because Sam, I am you... or at least... a part of you." The boy explained. Even his voice sounded like his own- granted a bit cocky and sarcastic, but just as his own. "Come on... I'll explain everything to you, if you sit and listen to me. Once you understand than I can help you get out of here."

"How can I trust you?"

"How can I trust you?" He stood so that he was now looking down at the naked huddled mass that is his own reflection. "You do nothing but feed me with your lies of self doubt, and you're asking if you can trust me? I've been trying to get you to listen to the truth since you were nine. But no, no one ever listens to that voice in the back of their head." He walked over to the bed, braid swinging like a cats tail, then he sat down.

"Lie?" Rocky got up walking over to the bed as well. He was hesitant, but he eventually sat down next to the strange boy.

"We don't have much time..." The boy said. "I don't care if you believe it or not, but I am you. I'm the you, you don't wanna to be."

"What does that mean?"

"I'll tell you, flat out what I am... I'm not in denial about anything, like you are." The other male placed a warm hand on Rocky's shoulder. "I am your alter ego... I protect you from shit that you can't handle... you created me when you were eight... I've been with you since."

Rocky blinked hearing this. It didn't seem right, it didn't seem true. How could he- stable, secure, Rocky... have D.I.D? "You're making this up. You're a psychic and you're messing with me, just like Maria."

"Your half right, I am- We- are psychic... Maria could see that, which is why she's so damn fascinated in you... She wants to bring out that side of you, make you feel like your weird, and that she is the only one you've got. That's how life made her feel, so she wants company."

"That makes sense, when she first came to L.A. that was all she kept saying to me. I didn't want to believe her... I mean, I've always felt different but I'm not a freak."

"You're not a freak, you're just different... in a lot of ways." He paused. "In fact, a lot of those ways is why I'm here."

"..'The me I don't want to be...'." Rocky spoke the boys words back to himself. "But... I've never not been myself... so how can you be here."

"Eight years ago something happened to you, I won't tell you what... you couldn't handle it then and you can't handle it now, but it was something BIG. You had to tap into an inner strength just to get over it and that is when I was created." He pointed to his self with his thumb, a cocky smile appearing on his face.

"But I know about that... I was seeing things, Dad told me it was wrong so I was done with it... the others eventually went away. If you were me you'd know that."

"Being you, I know it never stopped... You saw them until I eventually made you stop seeing them... If you were to keep seeing them you'd eventually have a nervous break down and that would ruin my chances of having any kind of life."

Rocky scoffed, shaking his head. All his panic gone now, he was just weary of the games. He wanted something to eat, and something wear to keep warm. Maria had promised him clothes but she gave him none to show of it. He could only imagine what torture the girl was cooking up for him right now.

"I know what she's up to... I know a lot." He laughed.

"How? I know nothing."

"You could know too, if you just learn to embrace what you have. Your gift does not make you a freak. Maria is crazy because she chooses to be crazy, she wants to freak you out, break you and make you hers. That bitch is well aware of what she's doing."

"This is all so hard to take in... Please, stop talking to me."

"Only if you listen to what I say."

Rocky wasn't sure if that was a comment he wanted to oblige to or not. But he had to know. Sighing, he replied, bitterly. "Fine... I will."

Smirking, the boy scoots to the head board of the bed, tapping the place beside him. "Come sit."

Obeying, which was becoming a natural thing to Rocky now, he crawled beside the other boy trying not to let his self get comfortable. He didn't want to be off guard incase this nut showed his true colors and was actually a trap.

"Alright Sam, where do you wanna start?"

Rocky blinked a moment. "Let' start with your name- your real name."

Twisting his mouth in annoyance, the other boy turned his nose up. "It's Rocky. Rocky Douglas, I guess."

"No! Rocky is my name. What is yours!"

"Eight years ago, when this bad thing happened to you and I was created, I used to have no name." His hand shrugged. "I was just a brain wave that flowed to its own beat... You always told me everything that you couldn't handle, so I held onto it for you. Keeping you safe, keeping you sane... That's what I do... It was around the time you started learning ninja that I was given my name, Rocky, by our grandfather.

You had never told anyone that you had problems, everyone always expected you to be the mature one, the brave one, Mr. responsible... While the rest of the world enjoyed life- mostly our brothers."

Deny it or not, he's right. I have always wanted to break down sometimes, but I faked being so brave so that others wouldn't panic... Could I really have created someone without knowing it. I thought that only happened to people who suffered a severe trauma in life... Aside from when Maria kidnapped me, I've never really suffered of anything. But he's telling me this happened when I was eight.

Rocky rolled his eyes listening to Sam talk. He was so sick of this boy and his false delusions.

"Sam, please stop interrupting." He licked his mouth.

"What more is there to hear, I'm losing my mind and you're the result of it." Turning over and laying down, Rocky planned to ignore the other boy. He no longer cared to know the truth. He just wanted to go home.

Rocky looked at his 'charge', a frown on his lips. Grabbing the cheap blanket, he draped it over the boys waist and rubbed his arms to keep him warm. "You're going to die here, if you don't let me out to help you... I don't go by the same restrictions as you do."

"You make it sound so easy."

"It is... It always has been."

Rocky closed his eyes, he felt tears coming on. Great, now I'm gonna cry... No Rocky fight it... I'm--

"Strong and solid, cool as granite. No, you're weak and frial, delicate as a China doll and just as pale... Like I told you, whenever you draw into this inner strength that is me you're drawing from." Gripping the boys shoulders he pressed his mouth to Sam's ear. "You tell me what's wrong, I come out briefly and I handle it."

"Yeah right, then why am I here now?"

Rocky shrugged. "You were stronger than I thought you'd be... you fought off each headache but... you let your guard down sometimes, so I got out and had some fun. Your friend Robbie is so cute."

"Please shut up... I don't wanna hear that."

Rocky shook his head. "Again with this... Damn it Sam!" He flipped the other boy over so that he was laying on his back looking at him. "You wanna know why I'm here? Because deep down you're a sarcastic, cruel bastard that likes the idea of someone else handling all of lifes little problems that people throw your way!" His shouting picked up. "You're bored to death with living- yes, you told me you were suicidal! And most of all you're a FAG!"

Sam swung at himself, but it was easily dodged by the fake; his right hook landing against the bed bars so hard that he had to retract it quickly to rub out the pain.

The other male laughed. "You don't like hearing the truth do you? It makes you angry because you know how the world will view you... I know for sure that I like men, because you like men... I know you."

"You don't know me!"

"Yes I do!"

Sitting up now, Sam screamed. "If I'm gay than what about Emily, Paula, Erika- and Melina! What were they all made up like you?" Anger flared in his eyes, the icy shade of blue flashing a warning that he was not to be messed with.

Cocky Rocky just brushed it off. He didn't want a fight. "They all happened before Maria, for fucks sake she tried to rape you... the trauma was too much it almost made you-..." He trailed off. "Never mind."

"No! You tell me! So that I can go back to being sane and get rid of you!" The room fell silent then.

Cocky Rocky smiled, it was warm and friendly. Sam almost felt bad for shouting at him, seeing this smile. "...You can't get rid of me, unless you become me... you and I are the same person... I'm the you, you don't want to be."

"I can't be you..." Sam's head lowered.

"Why? Because the world will hate you? They won't like you- leave you alone and in the dust...? Fuck them... they could never understand you anyway, once they find out what you are. you know you're taught to hate anyone different because in their eyes it isn't possible. But the human mind is complex, and everything is possible."

Sam trembled with a silent sob. He hated this, all of this... he mostly hated that what this fake was saying, was true. but he couldn't let it be. If he 'let's Rocky out' what will happen to him? "I can't... I'm... afraid."

"Nothing will happen to you, you will think as you always do, be who you are... but with everything you made me out to be under your belt." Rocky touched Sam's cheek. "Honest... now let me ou-..."

Bang! Bang!

Both Rocky's turned their heads. It was Maria!

The crazed girl stood behind the bars, slamming herself against them as though she were trying to pass through them. But worst of all, she was naked! Her body dripping with water as though she had just taken a shower. Maria's eyes looked closed, she moved like she were in a deep confused trance that was playing out on its own rather than being an act of her own accord.

"Rocky... I want youuuu..." She was saying, repeatedly. "Rockyyyy... Open the door... I want..." She moaned. "I want youuuuuu..."

Cocky Rocky frowned at the girl, then looked back at Sam who had laid back down. The poor boy was rocking with his arms covering his ears. Sam didn't know why he was so frightened, but something about this was so... familiar.

"Do you see, she's going to rape you Sam,"

"Shut up!" He shouted.

"And when she's done with you--"

"SHUT UP!"

Maria leaned back thrusting against the bars moaning loudly. "You want me to shut up," she asked, assuming Rocky was talking to her. She couldn't hear the other boy, nor sense or see him. To her, Rocky was just talking.

"She's going to kill you Sammy, you have to let me help..."

The cell doors pulled open! The light flickered on and off as the girl advanced on the bed. "Please don't shut me out," she whispered. "I need you."

Cocky Rocky glared at the girl. Sam turned around, horrified!

"Stay away!"

"Rocky... I want you." She dropped herself down on him, banging her hips as hard as she could over the boys groin. He fought her with everything he had, keeping her at arms length, while trying to move his hips away.

"Yes! Yes! Harder!" She moaned.

"Get off of him!" The other Rocky shouted. "Sam, relax and let me take care of her!"

Sam closed his eyes tightly and screamed. While his mind spun, he saw an image of himself... eight years old, laying on a carpeted floor in a small room... What was that?

When he opened his eyes, his green irises screamed at the girl. Rocky raised his leg between the girls body, kicking her right in the gut.

Maria flew backward, popping her head against the brass bars at the foot of the bed. "Ah!" She cried out in pain.

Rocky's smile red pure nuts, with a hint of satisfaction. He slid from the bed, picking the girl up by the hair. "Aaaw Maria... Aaaaaa Mariaaaaa," He sang to the girl. "Such a sad tale... Mariiiiaaaaaaa." He laughed to himself. Pulling the girls head back, he shoved it against the bars of the bed, laughing harder he planned to do it again and again.

"Rocky stop it!" Sam shouted in his mind.

Rocky placed his hand to his head, a headache interrupting his own train of thought. When his eyes opened, he let out an angered yell. He knew Sam had just taken control again, and he hated every second of it.

Sam looked around confused, Maria was passed out on the floor but... The door was left open, both of them!

"Don't just stand there, run!" Rocky practically shoved him to do it.

Sam staggered a minute, but in a flash he was out of there...