Mercy rapidly blinked, scooting away from the horrific sight staring at her with a malicious grin. As the initial shock of the sight dulled over, Mercy swallowed a bit hard before clenching her jaw. Her mind raced as it knew that this wasn't real, just like Gabriel hadn't been real. Just like how Genji hadn't been real. She shut her eyes and focused on Fareeha's face, picturing it clearly in hopes that she could force the nightmare to stop.

"You can't get rid of me that easily Angela..." The distorted voice of Ana rang harshly in Mercy's ears, her heart sinking a bit as she slowly peeked through her eyelids, finding the wounded woman still looking at her. The fake Ana chuckled before shaking her head, seemingly amused by Mercy's actions.

"What are you? Why is this happening to me?! What did you do to Fareeha?!" Mercy's tone grew a bit more tense and demanding with each question, her chest heaving up and down as she began to get worked up, growing tired of these visions. Ana smiled and leaned back, eyeing over Mercy's expression of anger with a soft breath from her nose in a patronizing show of her finding this situation funny.

"I'm a little disappointed in you Angela, I though you'd already know who I was." The Ana sighed and shook her head, as if scolding Mercy for not getting what it was trying to say.

"What do you mean? This is just some form of stress related nightmare. You aren't real, none of these things are real, just bad figments of my imagination mixing with things from my past." Mercy explained out loud trying to justify to herself that she wasn't crazy.

"Well you're half right there doc, this IS all in your head.." The Ana chuckled before reaching over and raising Mercy's head to make sure she was keeping those lovely little eyes on the face it had made for her to see.

"Nothing has happened to your dear little Fareeha. I'm simply plastering ole mommy dearest's face on her, since I know how much you love the old hag!" A snide smirk came to the Ana's mouth while Mercy's heart began to beat quickly, the thoughts of her anger from yesterday filling her head once more.

"I'll admit, I'm playing a little dirty, what with the whole Gabriel and Shimada punk stuff, but if we're being honest with each other, it was way too much fun. I mean, you should have seen your face during both of those! Such regret!" Mercy scowled and pulled away from the hand, cursing under her breath in her native tongue to the dismay of Ana.

"Don't for a second think that I'm not real though dearie. I'm just as real as you, just a little less... physically based." Mercy would feel a pair of fingers pressed against her head, her eyes looking up to see the Ana was pointing a finger gun at her forehead with a smile.

"Before I let you go, just know that you can't fight me for much longer. You and your little organization will bow to me. Buh bye now!" The Ana waved and shot the finger gun, making a little explosion noise. The world went black quickly, leaving Mercy blind to everything around her. Then it hit, all at once.

Mercy grabbed at her head a bit, closing her eyes in slight pain as the memories of yesterday filled her mind, though they seemed to have been edited in various ways. Her anger was violent in nature, images of her attacking Ana in manners that she was sure couldn't have been possible at the time. Part of her wanted the pictures to stop and yet a small portion of her was reveling in the aggression, the violence, the destruction of the old woman. The longer it went on, the harder it was to focus on anything that wasn't Ana being killed in some horrific way. Mercy felt as though her head was going to explode from the pressure that was building up from the thoughts.

"STOP IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Mercy cried loudly, eyes tightly shut as hot tears of both pain and anger dripped from her cheeks. She panted loudly, the pressure from her head fading, though the thoughts of those violent acts remained.

"A...Angela?" Mercy heard her name softly spoken, her eyes shooting open to find Fareeha staring at her, a sad and shocked look on her face. Mercy found herself unable to speak, Ana's face flashing across Fareeha's each time Mercy blinked. She felt herself shaking a bit, one hand leaving her head to tightly grip the couch and steady herself. She was hoping that Fareeha had merely been worried about her not answering a question or paying attention, though she was sure that her last little outburst had been heard,

"W-What do you have against my mother Angela?" Fareeha wasn't looking at the woman any longer, instead staring at the couch between them, her tone cold and distant as if the two of them were strangers.

"I- what do you mean Fa-" Mercy slowly looked up as she spoke, the hand still on her head clenching a bit as she saw the look on the girl's face. It was the same as that day, the day when they had told her about Ana not coming home. Yet she wasn't crying, she was too strong to do that these days.

"You just stopped talking. Then you started again, but it was gibberish." Fareeha looked up, staring deeply into Mercy's eyes with an unnerving stare.

"You kept mentioning my mother... and how..." Fareeha took a deep breath before pulling herself from the couch, standing with her back to Mercy now.

"You kept babbling about how you wanted to kill her Angela."

Mercy sat there, body shaking heavily now as her gaze couldn't leave the spot in which Fareeha had just left. She felt something in the back of her head laughing at the cruel joke that her life had quickly become, as more hot tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

"N..no.. Fareeha, I-" Mercy was at a loss for words, even though she had so many burning the tip of her tongue. She wanted to scream out about how it wasn't her talking, it was something in her head. It was something controlling her now, controlling her mind and her dreams. Mercy's mind raced over the images of her nightmares, all of them flashing across her eyes before a new thought finally slipped in, as if the thing in her head decided to finally help her a bit.

"A-Anubis..." She muttered to herself, eyes looking up to Fareeha with a widening gaze. Fareeha had turned to look at the woman over her shoulder, unable to leave Mercy in this state on good conscience.

"Anubis? What about Anubis? What does that have to do with this? What happened Angela?" Fareeha turned around now, leaning down to grab Mercy by her shoulders and shaking the woman a bit. Her face was growing worried as the woman in front of her slipped further and further into some form of madness.

Mercy began to laugh, slowly and softly at first. Her shoulders jostled up and down, growing harder with their movements as she grew louder. Within a few seconds she was hysterical with laughter, Fareeha pulling back in a slight fear.

"He's... in..." Mercy giggled, smiling at Fareeha with what could only be described as a psychotic look.

"HE'S IN MY FUCKING HEAD!"

Fareeha jumped slightly at the sudden outburst, heart racing as her body tensed up in anticipation for any form of attack that the crazed woman might attempt, though nothing came thankfully.

"He's in my head Fareeha.. He's in... my..." Mercy was cutoff as she felt her body being forcefully shut down, from the stress or somehow from Anubis she didn't know. Her sight began to go black once more as her eyes closed and her body fell forward onto the couch.