*WARNING - I'm afraid this chapter ended up very angsty.*

JR had followed Marissa to the fundraiser on the insistence of his dark twin. He would find the proof that would damn Bianca. He would win back his wife. He would get his revenge.

It was a simple task to talk his way past the doorman. Chandler was quite a well-known donor to the Miranda Centre after all, it was just an oversight that he wasn't on the gallery invite list.

He slunk in the background, quite an easy thing to do in such a crowded room. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and emptied the glass in one swallow, before grabbing another from the tray. He trailed in the wake of his quarry, watching Bianca ignore Marissa, talking to everyone but her. But still, as if under a spell, he witness Marissa follow her blindly, a smile lighting up her face.

"She tricked her. It's a trick." hissed his dark shadow.

JR nodded and snatched up another glass of champagne.

The last straw came when he watched both women move to a quiet corner. He had no idea what Bianca had said to his woman, but he was force to witness Marissa move in for a kiss. It was more than he could bear. The hate rose in his gut, he wanted nothing more than to lash out at Bianca, but he didn't dare. Not in such a crowd of people. He couldn't take it anymore, he tore from the room; his head awash was anger, hatred and confusion. He fled pushing aside all obstacles in his path.

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JR had no idea how long he was lost in the passageways behind the scenes at the gallery.

He wandered blindly along corridors a little unsteady on his feet. His dark twin was constantly muttering voice in his ear; belittling him for running away; for not confronting Bianca. If he wanted revenge, if he wanted justice, this was no way to get it. JR knew he was right, he wanted to avenge himself.

Eventually JR found himself drawn to the sound of two women talking. One voice in particular drew his attention. As he turned a corner a grey haired woman hurried past him. Beyond the slowly closing door she had emerged from, he heard Bianca's happy voice calling out words of thanks.

A red mist descended.

JR felt the demon inside him wake up. He was consumed with a blinding rage, and all of it was focused on one woman, Bianca Montgomery. The person who had single-handedly ruined his life… At least that was what the voice was whispering in his ear, and he had no reason to disbelieve it.

JR stepped into the room, allowing the door to slam shut behind him. Bianca was all alone. She turned to stare at him like a deer in the headlights.

"JR is something wrong?" she asked in a nervous whisper.

For the longest moment JR could only stare back, the rage temporarily robbing him of speech.

Bianca took a step closer.

"JR?" she asked cautiously. "Are you alright?"

"This is all you fault." he screamed. Venting all his fury at her. "You hate me. You ruin everything. You tear my world apart and you don't' care; you just don't care. Stealing everything I love. I'm not going to let you. I'm not going to let you win."

Bianca stumbled backwards at the force of his ire.

"She's doesn't care." whispered the dark twin at his shoulder. "Look at her, she thinks this is all some great joke."

JR blinked and suddenly he saw what his dark twin saw; Bianca sneering at him, a supercilious gleam in her eyes.

"You're laughing at me!" snarled JR, striding across the conference room towards her.

"No I'm not!" whimpered Bianca, the terror clear in her voice.

But in his head JR could see her now, laughing, her head tipped back, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks.

"Stop laughing!" he yelled. "Stop laughing!"

JR grabbed her arm and slammed her back against the wall to try and shut her up.

"Make her pay." whispered his dark thoughts. "Make her pay."

"JR please!" begged a shrill voice. It was Bianca, the sheer terror in her tone such a contrast from the laughing vision JR saw before him.

He froze, a tiny part of him suddenly rebelling against the sinister voice in his head.

In a flash he saw Bianca in the cold sobriety of reality staring at him with her eyes wide with fear. Then just as quickly the moment was gone, and she was again laughing and pointing a jeering finger at him.

"Stop it!" roared JR, slapping Bianca hard across the face; anything to stop the sound of her laughter. She fell against the table, but as she turned back to him she still laughed.

JR pulled her roughly back to her feet but she struggled against him. JR's didn't notice, in his mind all he could see was Bianca jeering and ridiculing him. He knew all she wanted to do was humiliate him.

"Stop laughing!" he screamed in frustration. He clamped his hand tightly over her mouth and leaned all his weight against her. He could still he hear the laughter even as her struggles weakened.

"She's not laughing." whispered imaginary Marissa. She was stood some distance away, too scared to come near the dark hulking figure at JR's shoulder. She was just a dim spectre of her former self but her voice was like a beacon in the darkness that filled JRs head. "This is wrong. Can't you feel it? This is so wrong!"

And as if a switch had been flicked the nightmare of laughter ceased and in the sudden silence the reality of Bianca petrified with fear took its place. She thrashed in vain against the hand that was slowly smothering. JR hestated and then she bit him, hard.

JR pulled his hand away from her mouth. There was blood on his palm. Furious he struck her once more.

Bianca chose this moment to fight back with a new vigour. She swung as him with her crutch. JR caught it easily. He ripped it from her hands and threw it violently across the room. Bianca screamed and pummelled him with her fists, but she was still so weak JR hardly felt it. But he panicked, she was making too much noise. What if someone came in and caught him.. He didn't want anyone to hear the screams. He clamped his hand over her mouth once more but still she fought. Even as he thought he had her she twisted in his grasp. She just wouldn't hold still. Angry and frustrated JR grabbed a handful of her hair, and slammed her face-down onto the table.

"Now's your moment." insisted his tormentor. "Now you make her pay. You want revenge. This is it!"

"Yes." snarled JR as he tightened his grip over her mouth.

"JR no!" cried imaginary Marissa. JR blinked at the sound of her plea. A part of him knew she was right. This wasn't the way. But the anger that boiled within him cried out for release and was drowning out any grain of doubt.

"Kill her." hissed his dark twin.

"Yes." hissed JR in reply.

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"Daddy what are you doing!" cried AJ, his voice tight with horror.

JR spun towards the sound of the voice. AJ was standing beside the spectre of Marissa. The little boy's face was as white as a sheet. JR released Bianca, while he tried to find the words to explain his actions. But then he noticed the raged blood-stained hole spreading out across the chest of AJ's t-shirt. This wasn't really AJ; this was the AJ from his dream. The AJ murdered by a bullet JR had been forced against his will to fire; forced by the dark twin who was cheering him on as he sought his revenge on Bianca.

JR fell to his knees suddenly alarmed by the way that dreams and hallucinations were merging into his reality.

"Ignore it." hissed his shadowy tormentor. "Don't weaken now. This is want we want. This is justice. This is Bianca paying for her crimes."

JR nodded. He turned back towards the object of his hate. Bianca had fallen to the floor and was crawling away from him. JR darted forward and grabbed her right ankle.

"JR please no. Please don't do this. Please, please, please." sobbed Bianca.

JR ignored her pathetic pleas as she struggled in his grasp.

"This is justice." he muttered.

"Daddy no! Daddy what are you doing?"

JR ignored the plaintive cry of his dream son as he dragged Bianca towards him.

"This is revenge." he muttered.

"JR how can you think for a moment this is right." begged Marissa.

JR ignored her pious appeals as he pushed Bianca down onto the carpet, his hands tight around her throat.

"I'm going to make you pay!"

"JR stop!"

The authority in the tone froze him to the spot as much as the familiarity of the voice.

Dressed in white, her blonde hair glowing like a halo, Babe was staring back at him.

"Not you." cried JR, trying to shut out the vision of her disapproving glare. "Please not you! You're not real!"

"I'm real enough." said Babe.

Something inside JR snapped and the world suddenly seemed to spin. He saw Bianca gasping for breath; his twin's shadowy face sneering at him; AJ his eyes wide with terror; Marissa looking on horrified; but worse of all was the disappointment in Babe's eyes.

JR, with a new clarity, saw the truth of his actions. He was trying to murder a woman with his bare hands. He leaped away from Bianca, horrified at himself. Then as if sensing his weakness the voices pushed towards him, all clamouring for his attention.

"Make her pay." hissed his dark twin.

"Don't hurt her." begged Marissa.

"Daddy stop." cried AJ.

"JR you know this isn't you." said Babe her tone calm.

JR felt the madness descend as the voices rattled around his skull, their faces swimming in and out of his vision. JR scrabbled further away from Bianca, seeking shelter under the conference table. He closed his eyes and covered his ears, trying to block out the flood of voices and a torrent of disembodied laugher.

"Daddy, No." ... "Kill her!"..."This isn't you!" ... "Make her pay!"...

..."Let her go, JR." ... "Daddy please!"

..."Revenge!" ... "Let her go!" ... "Daddy don't!"...

..."Hurt her!"... "This isn't you, can't you see that?"

"Don't hurt her!" ..."She destroyed your life! Kill her!"... "Daddy!"

"JR, please stop this."... "This isn't you!" ..."Make her pay!"

"SHUT UP!" JR bellowed in desperation. "LEAVE ME ALONE."

Still the faces and voices wouldn't leave him. JR tottered on the brink of insanity.

His plan of revenge on Bianca was forgotten, as disorientated, JR scrambled to his feet and tore from the room, desperate to get as far away from the voices as possible.

Bianca was left still and gasping for air on the carpet.

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