Tyler, where'd you go? I need you!

"I'm right here. Calm down."

I don't know what to do Tyler! Don't let them take me.

"Just repeat after me, monkey.."

Monkey. So we're back to that. Okay, Tyler. Okay.

"Sir, are you even listening to me? This is very serious!" yelled the investigator in the perfectly ironed Calvin Klein suit. Just another slave to the industry.

Tyler's words began to come out of my mouth. Like word vomit.

"Listen to me, SIR. Why would I go out and crash my car into someone else's on purpose? No reason at all. Now, you don't know who I am or where I've been so let me fill you in: I have a regular 9 to 5 job that frankly, I need to get back to. Are we done here?"

The investigator shuffled nervously and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a dirty handkerchief. He got up and yelled, "You can't talk to me like that! I could put your skinny little white ass in jail!" His breath hit me like napalm. It was probably his lunch.

"On what charge? I haven't done anything wrong. And if you forget, there's a camera up there. So I wouldn't get step out of line if i were you. You don't have enough evidence to arrest me, so I'm only going to ask you once: am I being arrested, or am I free to go?"

The investigator glances at the camera in the corner and wipes some more sweat off of his grimy forehead. "You may leave."

Tyler waits for me outside.

Where to now Tyler?

"I dunno man. What day is it?"

I approach a woman on the street wearing tight cheetah print pants and cheap pink lipstick and ask her what the date is.

It's Thursday. Tyler whistles. "3 days. 3 fuckin days."

But we spent time together, Tyler! I don't care that we wasted 3 days!

Tyler shoves my body into a wall in a dirty alley. "Time TOGETHER?" He asks me in a disgusted voice. "Have you forgotten what this is about? What we started?"

No, no of course not. How could I forget?
"Let me tell you again: this is not about you and me. This is about taking back what's ours, rewriting history! Those fat cats think they've gotten rid of us but i'll tell you something, Project Mayhem has something cooked up that they won't see coming. And all our little monkeys are going to help. Even Angel Face-I mean Shit Face. He looks like shit ever since you went psycho on him."

Shit face. That's pretty funny. What am I doing?

"Nothing. Just look pretty."

No Tyler, I want to help you.

"You want to help me?"

Of course. I love you.

"You know this is rigged for failure," he says as he smirks his little Tyler smirk at me. He grabs me and throws me on the ground, kicking me as I land. "Don't love me! I thought," He kicks me with every syllable. "I told you this wasn't about us!"

I am Jack's flaming sense of rejection.

Suddenly, he kneels down next to the pool of blood coming from my mouth. He caresses my face. "I'm sorry...You want to help me right? Well here's how."

What are you doing, Tyler?

He rips my shirt off.

No.

Not like this.

He throws me around and punches me before he finally enters me.

"You wanted to help me didn't you?" He asks with every thrust. "You wanted to be a whore? Well I'll treat you like one!"

It hurts a lot. Why are you hurting me Tyler? I thought you loved me.

He finishes and leaves me sprawled, half naked, like a toy that you toss once you're done playing with it.

He spits on me.

"You belong to me. Don't forget that."

I think you need help.

I think I need help.

I'll help us. I promise.