Wilmington, North Carolina.

The bathroom was bright, incredibly bright, covered by the light from a single globe in the corner. Underneath it was a sink and a mirror, beside the sink a pink bathtub and detachable shower head. All around the room was pink flowery wallpaper and the entire place smelled of roses. It all seemed rather familiar…but these details were not important to the man at the current time.

He stood in front of the mirror. He was tall and incredibly skinny with long-ish black hair that curled around his face. His name was Matthew. Or, at least, he thought his name was Matthew. He was a bit hazy on the precise details. The only things that seemed particularly important to him at that moment were the dark red, evil slitted eyes staring back at him from the mirror.

His eyes.

"Are you done yet?" he asked the reflection. When he received no answer, he brought his fist down onto the sink and caused the edge of it to break off and shatter onto the floor.

"Are you done yet?" he screamed at his reflection. Above him a light flickered, but he paid no attention.

"Have you finished with me?!" he pointed to his reflection. "Am I your monster yet?" he laughed, a laugh that echoed manically around the bathroom. "Am I alive or dead?"

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back and he collapsed onto the floor screaming in agony. Something cracked but he couldn't tell what, and an icy feeling crept along his shoulder blades.

"There's no point." He murmured after the pain had subsided a little. "No point…I already turned them away. There's no-one left to k-" he screamed again as another bolt of pain hit his chest and he dug his fingers into the floor until they began to bleed.

"It was all you're fault Granger…" he muttered feverishly. "You and the boy…wouldn't leave us alone…Kessler wanted it to work and then you changed his mind…now we have to…argh!" he jolted upright again as something erupted behind his neck. The lights were flickering everywhere now and sparks were beginning to shower from the power socket in the corner. The pain began to cloud his eyes, he couldn't see anything but red. Lots of red…blood. Blood everywhere. His blood? He couldn't tell. For some reason, he began to laugh.

"When the stars threw down their spears…" he muttered. "And water'd heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see, did he who made the lamb make thee…?"

The globe in the bathroom light finally blew and the house went dark. Matthew, still fighting the burning pain in his body, slumped up beside the bath tub and turned the hot water tap on full blast. He hoisted himself up and crawled into the water, not noticing as the house filled with steam and water began to overflow. He began sinking under the water, murmuring to himself as he went down…

"Tiger, tiger, burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry…"

And then there was nothing. Nothing but the darkness and the faint screaming that seemed to echo long into the night…