Was Tyson going to go ahead with his plans? Was he going to call his brother?

Am I just dreaming of this? Emily….

The snow fell around him gently, falling off tree branches and plopping against the cold ground as he sat there on that park bench, waiting for something, anything. His mind wandered back and forth between thoughts, his inner spirit being pulled in all different directions.

What happened?

His hands moved against his legs roughly, warming his body up with friction. His eyes settled upon a blue jay hopping before him, taking off in a rush.

Our hands… they touched… for some reason… it felt… right.

What about her made him happy? Happy… happy was the only word he thought of… but his heart wanted something more. His heart beat with elevation and joy. He knew that much. Sometimes he would feel that way around his mother, and even his father, but never around Emily.

She was in America, he was here. They were separated more than ever before. Not only had she left him with no one to keep him company, but also during the holidays. Didn't she feel any remorse for letting him go right before the Christmas season?

I have to talk to her… even if it is just for a little while.

"Emily?"

A buzzing came through the monitor, Max staring at his computer screen. His hand was over his mouse, his body still a little frozen from being outside for too long. He had left Tyson's house right after Ray did, feeling a little saddened for leaving Tyson all by himself.

Tyson had his own problems that he needed to solve however.

The quiet dim of the monitor was interrupted by the sudden flickering of his screen, a pair of glasses coming into view as the Skype chat finally began.

"Emily…"

"Max."

He sighed, looking down at his keyboard.

What do I say to you? Do I say how horrible I feel? How you left me?

"Max, why'd you call me? It's late over here."

"I know, but I had to talk to you."

She was wearing her white pajamas, along with her hair being tied in a bun to keep from her messing up her facial mask. The girl shook her head and yawned, snapping at him.

"Well make it quick, I want to go to bed."

"I know you do… but I just wanted… to talk."

She stared back at him incredulously through the computer screen, Max feeling his cheeks flush.

"If you wanted to talk couldn't you have waited? I mean… we're not together anymore."

"I know that," he replied hastily, "But I just wanted to ask… what was the real reason why you broke up with me?"

Emily put her chin in her hand and let her gaze fall upon her pillow. Max watched as she bobbed her head back and forth in thought, finally responding to him.

"I guess I just didn't feel it anymore… that's all."

"Didn't feel it?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow. "You said you were in love with me."

"Yeah but love is nothing more than a chemical reaction induced by hormones to make sure that the species we represent get our genes passed on."

"You know I hate it when you talk like that." Max growled. "You make it seem like love is just some scientific thing that you can categorize and store information on. Love is something more than that."

All those walks… all those talks we had… do they mean nothing to you? Every time I held your hand… did you just want to disappear?

"It's nothing like that Max…" Emily cooed, almost laughing at him. Her hands gathered up a few items in her room, turning on a few of her computer monitors that she had behind her.

"Max you just didn't impress me anymore."

"I didn't impress you?" he asked.

"Yeah, you see I want a guy who's sure of himself, always knowing what to do… I mean you do that but… I guess I find you too girly."

"Girly?" he yelled, slamming his hands down on his desk. "How dare you call me girly! What do you think I am?"

"Well gee there's no reason to get so upset about it. It's just a term. It's nothing more than a term to describe a guy who is more than eager to let the girl trample all over him in a manner of ways."

Max grit his teeth, his heart pumping madly with his blood rushing in his ears. He had never felt so insulted in his whole life.

You thought of me as girly? You thought of me as someone you couldn't rely on? What's your deal Emily? Why say that?

He shook his head and growled at her, his eyes narrowed and enraged. He felt his blood boiling even more.

"Is that what everything is to you? Something that you can define and put in a book? Something that you can stick some words on, call it a definition? Science?"

Max could feel his heart twisting in pain, his fists clenching and his body shaking. Inside of his mind he saw the beach, those laughs, everything they had shared.

Lies.

All lies!

"I'm so sick of your bullshit Emily!" he screamed, Emily clearing taking no notice of him and filing her nails calmly.

"This is why we are no longer together," she replied plainly. "You take things and go off your rocker, you are not the man I thought you were, and never will be. You are not a man in my book, and next to the word 'man' in the dictionary I see no picture of you."

She leaned in slightly to the monitor and winked at him, smiling wickedly.

"If you think you can pick up some little whore off the street then be my guest. Whoever you pick will never have a real man by her side, only you."

With that she hung up on him, the monitor shutting off and beeping at the no call signal. The dim lighting of the room seemed to cave in around him, the darkness of the shut curtains and the darkness of his heart suddenly seemed to make sense to him.

In a fit of rage, he threw his computer across his room and watched as the machine broke in front of him, Max taking a textbook of his and pounding the machine into a mess of nuts and bolts. He screamed as he did this, his arms never seeming to stop.

The world around him seemed to twist against him, the pressures of the air suddenly becoming more than he could bear. His eyes welled up and he fell into screaming while holding his head.

I am not that way.

I am more than you know.

I will show you.

I will prove to you that I am more than you know.

Cars passed him by silently as he walked, his head down and his eyes locked on the pace of his footsteps. Streetlights filtered in through his hoodie as he looked up, the darkness surrounding him and making him breathe out a wisp of hot breath.

Hours had passed since he had spoken to her, his mind filled with nothing but rage and anger. His boots dragged him across town into the red light district, the snow crunching under his feet as he stopped to examine an old rustic building.

His blue eyes traced over the decrepit features; falling tiles, broken doors, and abandoned for years. Quietly, he made his way over.

The door fell under his pressure and created a heap of dust in his wake, his blue eyes shining like a wolf on the hunt. He growled and preceded forward, his fingers silently tracing the outlines of the furniture around him. He wanted this place. He wanted to tear everything down and make things his own.

He craved destruction.

His heart hardened, his soft nature becoming more and more invisible as he began to listen to that voice inside his head he ignored for so long.

Destroy it. Destroy everything. Make them pay. You are in pain. Make everyone pay.

Nothing can stop you.

With an agonizing cry, he fell to his knees and shook his head, his eyes suddenly coming back to life and watering.

"Stop it!" he cried, burying his head in his hands. "Go away! Leave me alone!"

I am you. And you are me.

He screamed, crawling over to a nearby mirror, the dust on the floor coating his pants and boots, making him cough. His heart was hardened, he could feel the pain slipping into his chest and out through his mouth in words that he did recognize as his own.

"Chaos…"

What is happening? Why is this happening?

She made fun of me… she called me girly… she… she toyed with me… like a science experiment! Like one of her little experiments! I am not her experiment! I am not her toy! I am… I am…

Chaos.

"Stop it!" he screamed, the echo of his voice booming through the halls of the empty building. Rats scurried across the room, fearful of his newfound inner strength. He cried aloud, the pain swirling in his mind and causing his eyes to go blank with rage. He tossed a table to the side, cracking the floor boards. With his other hand he threw a lamp at the couch.

I am Chaos.

Inside his pocket he fumbled around for a bit, and soon unearthed a switchblade, shiny and silver. His finger ran across the blade almost fondly, a smile crossing his face.

"Hello there… I haven't seen you in a while…"

Chaos. I am chaos. I am chaos.

His body moved on its own, the knife ripping through the couch and furniture, his hands moving blindly to shred whatever he could. A human cry was heard to his left, a shadow emerged from the light. He growled, shielding his eyes from that very light that he had begun to hate.

He could feel his heart not only hardening, but freezing over.

The snow outside gave him cold solace, and he lunged forward, his blade coming in contact with warm flesh that died in his hands. The body spat at him, blood splattering across his face and making him flinch back for a second.

Slowly he caught the falling man, blood trickling down his fingertips and onto the floor, where the sticky red puddled around his boots. His heart thumped coldly.

Taking the blade out of the stomach he carried the man on his back towards the ocean nearby, a mere mile walk away through the darkness. He found a small voice inside his head crying to him, begging him to walk away and go home and cry and scream and beg for forgiveness.

The ocean seemed so vast and expansive, and as he stood at the edge of the wooden pier he gazed down at the frozen waters. The darkness of the night crept over him, that voice in his head becoming more loud and enjoyable.

Now toss.

He smiled slightly, his lips parted.

"Well my friend… we have both been dealt a horrible fate… haven't we? I don't want your family to worry… they'll know you were kept nice and safe… you'll freeze to death in there… so don't worry. It'll come slowly, like a warm blanket."

He set the body down.

"Slowly and surely, your heart will stop… then you'll feel nothing at all… but the darkness doesn't have to be all that bad… you can just let in all in… let it contain you… live within you."

He kicked the body down into the waters, his smile wicked and his hands bloodied. Inside, he laughed and laughed, his hands gripping at his arms and his eyes wide with joy.

"I did."

He turned his back to the ocean, no one around to see him drop the body down into the ocean. The harsh plop sprayed him with ocean water, Max taking a deep breath of new air. The snow covered his bloodied tracks, cleaning him of all evidence and letting him feel the icy cold of the winter.

He upturned his pockets now, his mind twisted fully into chaos.

"I am chaos now… how… wonderful."

As he walked back to his own house, he felt something slip out of his pocket. Max paused for a second, his ears perking. He turned his head slightly, his eyes seeming to turn red with insanity.

"I won't need you anymore."

The little bottle rolled over the snow and stopped next to a rock, the pills inside of the container making a quiet shaking sound as the snow flurries buried the medication.

Nothing remained.