Author's Note: Here's Chapter 2! I feel as though this one was really short, so sorry about that. This takes place during H2 just so you guys know. Also, sorry that it seems Micheal is really talkative, it's hard to hide thoughts from a telepath. Please leave a review if you can!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Valtielle! And the plot!

Chapter Two: Normal

Valtielle. Since her appearance, Micheal could not stop the flood of thoughts, the flood of questions swirling about within his mind. What part of him was she connected to? What prompted her appearance? Why did she have a name? Micheal paused at that. Parts of one's mind did not give themselves names, he was sure of it. Otherwise his demons would have names, and they did not. A shrill call for help brought Micheal back from his thoughts. A girl with blue eyes and long brown hair stared up at him in terror as tears cascaded down pale cheeks. Oh yeah. Without warning, Micheal reached out and grabbed the girl by the hair, lifting her up effortlessly. If possible, her shrieks grew louder as she struggled in his grip.

"Please! Please let me go! Don't kill me!"

He gazed at her indifferently, they never learned did they? Begging never helped.

Tightening his grasp on his butcher's knife, he swiftly plunged the blade into the girl's stomach. She let out a strangled scream as blood poured out of the wound and Micheal watched as pain and shock twisted her features. A squelching noise permeated the air as he pulled the knife out only to thrust it back into the tender flesh of her abdomen. Again and again, Micheal repeated the motion. It wasn't long until the life drained from the girl's once vibrant blue eyes as she hung limply by the hair in Micheal's hand. Without thought, he dropped her to the ground, landing in a crumpled heap on top of the bloodied corpse of her boyfriend. A gaping slit could been seen from the top of his head where a knife was driven into his skull, the boy's dull green eyes stared up at nothing in particular. They should've known better than to make out in a dark alleyway.

"It's amazing how stupid teenagers are nowadays, huh?" a feminine voice echoed in Micheal's head. Surprisingly, it held no disgust or fear, but a hint of amusement.

You're back.

Valtielle stared at the two corpses through Micheal eyes with interest."You know it! Hey, how did you learn to cut up someone so badly like that?"

Years of practice.

"And your ability to socialize went down as your skill at butchering went up."

Micheal glared at nothing in particular and began to trudge out of the alleyway, he'd heard sirens and he'd rather not face the cops at the moment.

"Where are we going? Gonna kill some more or are you done for the day?"

All she got in response was a nearly inaudible sigh. "Say, Micheal? Do you normally ignore the little voice in your head?"

He scoffed. I wouldn't call you little.

"You got me there...I'm not just a voice either I guess."

Come to that conclusion all on your own?

There was an abrupt pause, and Valtielle made a noise akin to a squawk. The corners of Micheal's lips twitched upwards.

"Using my own words against me, eh? You sir, play dirty!"

I'm a murderer, playing dirty is my forte.

Micheal almost chuckled as he felt Valtielle's annoyance rise. "Okay, maybe your social skills haven't diminished completely seeing as you're kind of witty."

Kind of?

"Don't push it mister, you'll get no more admittance from me!"

Micheal stayed silent in his amusement as Valtielle continued to stew in her irritation. She piped up again once Micheal entered the basement of his childhood home.

"You know, even though you're mean to me, you're fun to talk to. I think I'll stick around awhile longer."

Valtielle felt his curiosity rise as he sat down on a dingy looking bed.

You say that as if you have a choice to leave or stay.

"I do. I can leave forever right now if I wanted to. I could go into someone else's mind and-"

Valtielle stilled, and berated herself for being so stupid. A mixture of awareness and anger filled Micheal as he clenched his fists.

I knew you weren't a part of me.

"I'm sorry." Her apology only succeeded in making Micheal angrier as he stood abruptly.

You lied!

"You made me lie!" Micheal paused for a moment. "I told you the truth. It was the first thing I said when you asked me who I was. You didn't believe me. I had to say something. It was the only thing I thought of that increased my chances of living."

He felt her anger and frustration directed towards him as she continued.

"I wasn't going to come back. It was supposed to be a one time thing. I knew you weren't stupid, that it wouldn't take long for you to figure out the pieces didn't fit."

But you did. You came back.

She became weary all of a sudden, as if a heavy sadness weighed upon her mind.

"You were the first person I've had a normal conversation with in years. I couldn't stay away. I...I wanted more."

You'd say that was normal?

"Yes. The most normal thing in the world."

Micheal felt most of his rage dissipate. Speaking to her resulted in that, for unknown reasons. He was still angry though. He hated tricks and he hated lies. Especially if he was the target. She had done both to him all at once but for the love of God, he couldn't find the fury he felt before. It wasn't there. Instead, there was that damned curiosity. What could possibly make a death threat a normal conversation? What hell did she have to be living for that to be considered normal? Not to mention her ability to pry into his mind and read his thoughts as if it was a book. Could she read them as he wondered now? He did not doubt it. It was time to put his curiosity to rest.

Where are you?

"A mental hospital called St. Augustine."

He will find her, and finally end her life. There was nothing stopping him now. Once he has seen her, once his curiosity is sated, he would kill her.