Day Two: Early Morning

[Uno]

“Looks like you need some help, old friend.”

There was no use denying whose voice that was. It was the cruel, sadistic psychopath that was the worse half of Uno’s personality. He was only known as Dos.

“No, I don’t need your help!” the white-haired man yelled. “You…I can manage this myself!”

“Hey now,” the sly voice retorted. “You and I both know that you just can’t handle situations like this. At least, not by yourself. Besides, I haven’t had a chance to stretch my legs in a while. What do you say?”

“Never.” he answered, walking over to a nearby bench. Uno sat down; his right hand continued to hold the shotgun while his left clutched his injured side. “You need to stay where you belong, in my mind.”

“Ha! That’s a laugh! You know damn well why I was made. You couldn’t take the stress, so you just created another you that could. How pitiful.”

“I didn’t ‘create’ you. You came to me.”

“Bullshit!” Dos roared. “You can’t handle the truth! You can’t handle anything that you do alone!”

“That’s not true!”

“Of course it is. You just try to hide the facts. But you can’t hide forever.”

“I’m not hiding.”

“You spout nothing but bullshit! If you aren’t hiding, why don’t you just face your brother like a man?” Uno didn’t answer. “That’s right, because you can’t. You can’t because you’re weak. You’re pathetic.

“Shut up…”

“You’re cowardly.”

“Shut up…”

“You’re even worse than your brother.”

“Shut up!” Uno yelled, snatching his glasses from his face and threw them into a building. The dark shades shattered on impact, crumbling to the ground. The white-haired schizophrenic hunched over, falling to his knees. He covered his face with his free hand, while the other still clutched the weapon. Off the tip of his nose came a single teardrop. “You win…”

Over in the distance, Talys had turned off his game and approached Uno. “Listen Uno,” he began, “after what happened back there, I think you should give me that.” motioning at the shotgun. He bent down to grab it from the frozen man.

Suddenly, he pointed the weapon at Talys. He slowly picked himself back up, slowly forming a sick smile on his face. Talys looked at him with shock, but couldn’t tell if he was the same person. Then the man raised his head to show blood-red eyes. “I’m sorry. Uno? I’m Dos.”