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Tia blushed brightly, immediately tearing her gaze from his. Oh how embarrassing! She couldn't form any tangible words. Why had she stared at his eyes, she didn't quite know. Her cheeks were now stained red from embarrassment and she turned to hide her face, walking quickly deeper into the forest, mumbling a barely audile, "Gomen."

Craig just kind of shambled after her, not really knowing where they were. He also couldn't look at Tia without blushing, although his more devious side decided to give it a go.

"So, did you think I was the most handsome man in the world, and that you wanted me to ravish your body at any available chance?" He somehow managed to say all this seriously, and with a blush on his face.

Stevan carefully snuck through the brush, but he accidentally stepped on a branch. A crack sounded out in the brush, followed by a "Damn!"

Stevan slowly crawled out of the brush. "Sorry for sneaking up on you two," he said to Craig and Tia. "Was I interrupting anything?"

"Holy ********!" screamed Stevan. "Edan, go get help. Will-o-wisps, circle around. I need light. Don't worry, he's still breathing," said Stevan to Tia. "Just hold him here and don't move him while help arrives. Make sure you stay here!" said Stevan, and departed from the two.

Craig awoke, only to find himself staring into the face of......himself. "Wha? Who're you?"

Craig started laughing, a very melodious laugh, but full of malicious intent. "Why, I'm just you, or at least your evil half. We have a lot to talk about, though. Like why you were wimpy enough to faint." He sneered at the last sentence.

Craig looked at himself, partially confused. "If you're me, then shouldn't you have all my memories and emotions?"

Craig shook his head. "Moron. I'm your evil side. I only carry the emotions that allow for an evil person. Hate, anger, animosity. Stuff like that. And don't worry, no one outside can tell what you're feeling right now. Having a conversation in you head with yourself creates a mental barrier that only the government can break.

"Enough about that, though. We are in dire straits. Unless we merge, both of the personalities with dissipate into the endless void that makes up the human mind. In short, we're dying." Craig started to interrupt, but Craig continued on as if nothing was happening. "No, I don't know how to merge. A shock might do it, or maybe us finding someone who cares enough about you to pull your warring personalities together. Look on the bright side, though. At least now doctors can honestly say you have SPD. After all, how many people think they can actually talk to themselves inside their own head?"

Craig's eyes snapped open, and with it came all the emotions held up in his head. Anger at the world. Hatred towards those that hurt him. Animosity towards anyone that might try to hurt him later. Cruelty towards anything that basically moved and breathed. Obviously, he was the evil side.

"So. Did I keep ya waitin, or what? Sorry about the 'fainting,' but the stress got too high. Mind letting go, though, so I can get back to where ever it is that I'm supposed to be?"

Craig looked at her, and shrugged. He whirled around and started walking apart from her. "I know what I'm doin ta ya right now, so I'll leave until I can change back. May be evil and violent, but you have done nothin ta warrant any animosity from me. Til next time." He slipped into the darkness that was slowly becoming the forest.

Craig was having the time of his life. Climbing and jumping off of trees, running around, and just looking at all the wildlife around him. He was smiling, a genuine smile, and laughed a true laugh. This sound rang out like a bell to him, a sound he hadn't uttered in years. Ever since the split.

He also noticed that even though he was in evil mode right now, he was feeling something he hadn't felt in that form as well: joy. Pure, unadulterated joy. He thought that maybe he was slowly joining both halves together, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.

One of the branches he jumped onto broke, and Craig fell to the ground. Hitting his head hard, he cursed his luck. "DAMMIT! WHY? I WAS ALMOST THERE. I WAS ALMOST WHOLE. WHYYYY?" Obviously, anyone who saw him, or felt his emotions, would feel the hate again.