Halo III
Marco

By: Micah Diablo
(© 2010-2011 by the author)

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Chapter 7

Scene A  

I limped inside my house. I could feel blood trickling down my leg as I walked inside the kitchen, trying not to make any noise.

"Hey, bro," Ky said as he and Nick walked into the kitchen.

I forced a smile at them. "Hey ... guys."

Ky noticed a grimace on my face and flashed a concerned look. "Coy? You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I said with a smile, trying to hide my pain.

"You sure?" Nick asked. He could tell something was wrong.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said as every breath hurt as I inhaled. "What are you doing here, Ky? You don't live here."

"God, I know, and it feels so good to be on my own with the love of my life," Ky said, kissing Nick passionately on the lips. "You miss me?"

Ha, not even," I said with a fake laugh, knowing that I was in pain. "I got your closet space since your ass is gone."

"Asshole," Ky said, punching me lightly in the stomach, but I winced in pain.

"Thanks," I said to him with a weak smile.

"Coy? Are you sure you're okay?" Ky asked, concerned.

I nodded softly and tried to find a lie. "Yeah, I was playing football with some guys from the group, and I guess I got hit harder than I thought. I just need to go lie down."

"Well, Ky and I were headed to the movies, but we can stay here if you need somebody to take care of you," Nick offered.

I shook my head. "No, go on and have a good time. I'm fine."

Ky looked at me for a moment then smiled. "Pussy."

He and Nick walked out of the house, and as soon as they shut the door, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited.  "Oh, my God," I said after vomiting for a good five minutes straight.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed some tissue and wiped my mouth, and looked to see it was Josh.

Josh. He was the reason I was in the state I was in now. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had spent so much time pretending to be Coy, that I honestly forgot who I was.

"Marco," I whispered softly to myself.

I was strong. I was confident. But why, now, was I scared. I felt ... like ... Coy. A victim. A used product.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled off my underwear and saw that it was blood stained. "Oh, my God," I said as I got nauseous and bent over the toilet seat as I released it again from my stomach. I sat there with my head in the toilet, flushing away and watching it disappear.

"Oh, my God," I whispered as I could feel the tears rolling down my eyes. I couldn't believe that I … me ... Marco ... Marco, the strong one … felt weak. My tears, sadness, and pain... I could feel it growing into pure hatred.

"He raped me," I whispered softly to myself.

I heard the front door open and close. "Ky?" I called out. "Nick?"

I put my jeans on and headed out of the bathroom toward the kitchen. "Who's there?"

My parents were away on some cruise so it couldn't be them. Looking at my phone, it had been fifteen minutes since Ky and Nick left, so it couldn't be them. I walked into the kitchen and dropped my phone at the sight standing in front of me.

"Hello, Coy," Tony said to me as he looked me in the eye.

"No ... No..." I could hear Coy screaming inside my head. Or was that me screaming, as Tony took a step toward me. I ran toward the stairs, but Tony was faster and tackled me on the staircase and bashed my head into a step.

"Don't run, baby," he said to me as he ground his crotch into my butt.

I struggled to fight with his heavy body pinning me down to the stairway. 'Marco ... please don't let him violate us anymore,' Coy whispered inside my head.  It was the first time we were both on the same side. I needed Coy, and Coy needed me. 'Fight back,' Coy said, in my head. 'Fight.'

I headbutted Tony, and he released his grip, slightly, on me, and I pushed him off. I got up and began running up the staircase but he grabbed me foot, trying to trip me.

"Get the fuck off!" I yelled out as I kicked him down the staircase.

He fell to the bottom, moving slowly. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door. I grabbed my house phone and dialed the 9 and the 1, but stopped.

"Marco, what the hell are you doing?" Coy yelled out through my/his/our voice. "Call the police. Get out!"

"No," I said shaking my head. "No."

I hung the phone up.

"MARCO!" Coy yelled to me. He was struggling for control.

"No," I said, realizing that I was the victim for far to long. "I'm going to kill him."

"MARCO! NO!" Coy yelled out to me.

"And after I kill him, I'm gonna kill Josh," I said, as I heard Tony bang on the door trying to break it in.

I readied myself as he burst through the door. "Aw, look what we have here. Coy is actually going to fight back."

I chuckled softly at that. "That's the funny thing. I'm not Coy...." 

Scene B  

My name is Marco James. But if you ask my friends, my family ... they'll tell you that my name is Coy James. You see Coy is a part of me but he broke in two when he was forcibly raped by this psycho who was obsessed with him, and somehow I was created.

Five months he was trapped inside this hellhole called Freedom Hospital that was an attempt to de-gay him or to slowly kill him. Without realizing it, he was begging for somebody to save him. Somebody to make him feel strong. Thus, came I.

At first, he fought for control a lot when I began to destroy his life. See, Coy was a good guy. The kind of guy you always want to have in your group of friends. He was loyal. Honest. Intelligent. Nice. Things I am not. Well … I have to admit, I am intelligent.

I first destroyed his relationship with the love of his life, Matt, by taking control and breaking the two of them up. Now Coy, inside of me, must suffer watching Matt be straight again with some girl. But I am not completely heartless. Later I began to do some things to destroy Matt's life.

Next, I began to alienate Coy from his friends and family and people who had his best interest at heart. I organized my own gay vigilante group—called The Brotherhood—that pretty much destroyed any people who did us wrong. At first it was this guy, Ryan, and we pretty much crippled him for life. But I'm not a killer. I don't want to kill anybody, because death is the easy way out. It's the suffering as you're living that hearts the worse.

See, I don't hate Coy. In fact, I love Coy. I want to protect him ... us ... From threats that may come our way. He wants to forgive. He wants to forget. He wants to be nice. I want to destroy. He doesn't see it now, but he'll come to learn that he really does need me, because nice people always get broken in two. He should know from experience.

But perhaps the one thing I did to use and manipulate somebody was the cause of everything backfiring in my face. I had manipulated Coy's best friend, Josh, into pretty much fucking me and being my boyfriend and used him for any activities of The Brotherhood that required his brawn. He was also Carmen's ex-boyfriend and true first love, and doped on drugs, and I gave him access to drugs, and he became attached to me. Perhaps too attached.

But I wasn't through with Carmen and her men. I was sleeping with her boyfriend behind her back. It's been going on for almost four months now. Coy was finally letting me be in control with minor objections, and The brotherhood was really making a name for ourselves. The homophobic people didn't mess with any gay person because there was no telling who was a member, and what would happen if you fucked with and pissed a member off, so they treated all gays like royalty. I had so much freedom. So much leeway to do whatever I wanted.

Four months of heaven ... and  hours ago was when all hell broke loose for everybody. 

Scene C 

16 hours earlier...

Matt sat at his computer looking at the black screen. He had been there for nearly an hour. Came in early and everything ... just to watch a blank screen.

"Dude, do you have one of those super powers where you can make things appear on the screen," Anthony said, snapping Matt out of his thoughts, as he took a seat beside him at the next computer. "What the hell is up? I walked past here earlier, like fifteen minutes ago, and you were doing the same thing."

"I go a lot on my mind," Matt said with a sigh as he put his head on his arms and laid his head on the table.

"Problems with Emily?" Anthony asked him.

"Nope," Matt said. "Emily and I are perfect."

"I don't know how, though, and you two aren't even fucking," Anthony said and Matt snapped up.

"How did you know that?" he asked.

Anthony shrugged. "I never reveal my sources ... but you know how Giselle is with gossip," Anthony said with a laugh. "Tell her something and she tells the whole school."

Matt sighed and went back to laying on the table.

"I just don't see how any couple could be happy without sex," Anthony said to his friend. "I mean, you're a good guy for staying with somebody who hasn't even sucked you or let you eat her out."

Matt laughed softly to himself. "It's not like she doesn't want to do that stuff," he said softly. "I believe it's been four months, and she's more than willing."

"Hold on! So, you're telling me that it isn't her that's holding out on you?" Anthony asked in shock. "But it's you holding out on her? Four months? Matt ... Four months and you aren't hitting that? She's willing, but you aren't hitting that? I can tell you why she's so happy with you not hitting it, because somebody else is tapping it."

Matt laughed to himself. "Nah, I doubt that. She isn't like that. If she were anything like Giselle, then I'd have something to worry about."

"True," Anthony agreed. "But why aren't you hitting it? I can't get over it."

"I don't know, Ant," Matt said with a heavy sigh. "It just doesn't feel ... right."

"What do you mean it doesn't feel right?" Anthony asked, confused. "Dude, I'm bi, and pussy feels good. Not as good as ass, but it's still something good."

Matt looked down and the light bulb went off in Anthony's head.

"Oh, my God ... Coy?"

Matt nodded, ashamed at even thinking the thought of his ex-boyfriend.

"It's been four months, and you're still hung up on that dude?" Anthony asked in disbelief. "He's happy with Josh, and he rarely talks to any of us except for those psycho boys in that circle of friends he hangs with."

"You and I both know that had he not gone to Freedom, we would still be fighting over him," Matt said with a sigh. "How can you forget about your feelings for him."

Anthony was speechless. He really had nothing to say to that.

"Ya know, in three days, it's our anniversary," Matt said, full of nostalgia. "Well … WOULD've been a year to the day that Coy and I were official without any games and bullshit. But our relationship didn't make it that far."

"Matt, wake up," Anthony said, shaking him roughly. "This is Coy. The same boy who broke your heart ... our hearts … by going out with your best friend without breaking up with you..."

"That wasn't him ... That was Marco," Matt said sadly.

"I am still not entirely convinced that is the real Coy," Anthony said, annoyed. "But I refuse to spend another year, another day, another hour, another minute or second wondering 'what if,' with Coy. I can honestly tell you that is not Coy. I've known since Day 1, that isn't him."

Matt thought about a conversation he and Carmen had had four months earlier about Skittles. "I think I always knew, too."

He had always known. He had a feeling. Every time we saw each other, he didn't see the boy he used to love, or still WAS in love with. He saw a completely different person.

"Exactly, and that is why I can't chase after something that's dead," Anthony said after a moment of silence. "Neither can you. You have a beautiful girlfriend who you love, so focus on her."

"But I'm not in love with her," Matt said, as tears started streaming down his face when he began crying. "No Matter who I date, no matter who I kiss ... no matter anything, my heart belongs to Coy. I'm in love with Coy. I can't keep living a lie."

"What are you saying?" Anthony asked.

"I'm saying that I'm going do the very thing I should have done four months ago," Matt said with a clear smile. "I am going to fight to get my heart and my love back. I am going to fight for Coy."

Anthony looked at Matt in amazement. "So ... Does that mean Emily will be single by the end of the day?" 

Scene D  

"You got a twig in your hood," Nate said to me as he pulled it out.

"I had a twig in my booty just a few moments ago," I joked with a smile as we headed toward our ever-so-wonderful 'Halls of Ivy'.

"Hey, I may be short in height, but I like to think that my dick is a lot bigger than a twig," Nate said defensively.

I pushed him and smiled. "Keep thinking that," I said, giving him a kiss. He pulled me into a deep kiss, not wanting to release me, but I pulled away. "Look; we said it was just sex," I said, clearing my throat. "I don't know why I kissed you."

"Because we both want this to be more then sex," Nate said to me. "Four months we've been fucking each other. I want to make love to you. Passionately, and not sneaking around in the woods."

"You're in love with Carmen, though," I said to him as we sat on the steps of the school. The day was soon going to be ending.

"I love Carmen, but I'm not sure if I'm in love with her," Nate said to me. "She is definitely wifey material, but I mean with you it's different. I want to have a lot more than sex with you. I want you to be my boyfriend."

"I have a boyfriend," I said with a small laugh. "How can you have a wifey and a boyfriend?"

"Because I'm willing to leave Carmen for you," he said, looking me in the eye.

I could sense the seriousness in his voice. The urgency. The need. "I don't know," I said, still unsure. "Josh is..."

"A fucking junkie," Nate finished, "He doesn't fuck you except with lust and frustration. When we do it's..."

"Amazing," I finished for him. "It's so amazing." It grew quiet for a moment, but I looked at him. "Let me have some time to think about it," I said softly.

Nate smiled and grabbed my hand. "Take all the time you need."

I closed my eyes and lay back on the step and began to reminisce back to when Josh started to change. It was four months ago, shortly after we had dealt with Ryan...

"Josh, you're fucking hurting me," I said as he had me pinned down on the bed, on my stomach, and was hurting me as he thrust deep inside me. He grunted hard and heavy in my ear. I could feel his breath on me and smell the alcohol on his breath. "Josh! Stop!" I yelled out as I finally was able to push him off me.

"Babe... What the fuck?" he asked me, annoyed.

"Exactly! What the fuck?" I asked, equally annoyed. "I told you that you were hurting me. That meant stop."

"You always say I'm hurting you, and it usually means that I'm hitting right," Josh said as he tried to kiss me.

I pushed him away. "Yeah, because when my moans turned into painful groans that wasn't sign for you to stop? Get dressed. I'm taking you home."

I got up and dressed as Josh sat there staring at me with a blank look on my face.

"Hello!" I said, waving my hands, "GET DRESSED! NOW!"

"When was the last time we had sex?" he asked. "I mean … before just now."

I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't write in my log about our mind-blowing sex."

"You're still fucking around with Nate, aren't you?" he asked angrily.

I looked at him in disbelief. "What?"

"I can usually tell when we go a few days without sex, because you're a lot tighter but today it wasn't as tight as usual, it's only like that when you've recently been fucked," he said to me. "My birthday was last week. Your ass should be tighter."

"You're fucking ridiculous," I said shaking my head. "Get dressed, so I can get away from you. You're giving me a headache." I turned to leave but he grabbed my wrist tightly and slung me around.

"Let go of me!" I said to him.

"If I find out you're still fucking him, I'll kill you both," he said to me, his vice-like grip hurting my arm.

"Let go of me," I said, snatching my arm away. "Get the hell out. You can walk."

"Look what we have here," a voice said, snapping me out of my flashback.

I opened my eyes and saw Josh's angry face standing over me, and Nate, who had been sitting there texting.

"Relax, dude, we're just talking," Nate said, getting up. With Josh on a higher step, it made him a lot taller than he usually was. I chuckled as I thought of Nate standing up to Josh.

"Josh, let's just go," I said, as I got up and walked up the steps behind Josh. I turned around to see he was still staring Nate down. "Josh?"

Josh angrily shoved Nate down the concrete steps, and I saw Nate hit his head on the steps.

"OH FUCK!" I said as I tried to go to his aid when I saw he wasn't really moving. "Josh! He's hurt."

"Leave him," Josh said grabbing my arm and dragging me inside the building.

I looked back to see Nate still wasn't moving. 

Scene E  

Ky sat in Reverend Taylor's office. It had been this way for four months. He would come every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a meeting to talk about his feelings and emotions. Somehow Reverend Taylor had managed to convince the Dean of the college that he needed it and even went as far and manipulated his parents into believing Ky actually needed counseling.

At first the meetings were often very tense. The first two months of meetings, Ky found every reason to curse and smack Reverend Taylor. By the third month, he reduced the hitting, but continued to curse him off. By now, he was silent and texting away.

"So how are you, Ky?" he asked as he put his feet on his desk.

Ky snorted and continued texting.

Reverend Taylor watched Ky and smiled and chuckled to himself. "So it looks like in a few days, a special anniversary comes up," Reverend Taylor said mystically.

Ky looked up from his phone. For four months he had come to these meetings in silence. "What are you talking about?"

"Your brother and your trip to Freedom," Reverend Taylor said with a smile. "How you somehow managed to survive, even though you were almost dead."

Ky shook his head and stood up. "I'm going to find a way to expose you."

He walked toward the door and opened it, but the next statement made him freeze.

"It's not you two I'm coming after," he said to Ky's back. "I'm coming after you ... your brother ... your boyfriend..."

Ky slammed the door, and in one swift move was back in front of Reverend Taylor's desk, grabbing him by the collar. "You touch Nick and I will kill you," he said through gritted teeth.

Mr. Pavolic, the freshman guidance counselor, walked in. "I heard a loud noise. Everything all right?"

"Everything's fine," Ky said, letting go of Reverend Taylor and brushing past Mr. Pavolic.

"I swear. You can't do anything to help the youth of today," Reverend Taylor said with a shrug. "They know it all." 

Scene F  

I sat on the floor of the professors' restroom with the door locked watching Josh do a line of coke. He snorted it in and looked at me with a dopey look.

"Oh come on; he's fine," Josh said with a laugh. "He just hit his head."

"They took him to the hospital to get stitches," I said to him in disgust. "You don't care."

"You're right; I don't," he said as he laughed harder. "I find it funny that you of all people have a heart."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? " I asked him, folding my arm.

"You're the leader of a radical group that's attacking all the straight people in the world, and you have the nerve to bitch at me because some dude hit his wee little head."

"Because at least what I'm doing is helping people and you're hurting people," I said defensively. "We were just sitting there and you pushed him for no reason."

"Because I know you're still fucking him behind my back," he said angrily in my face. "I know you still like him."

"You're right! I AM fucking him. I've BEEN fucking him since the last time, and I even fucked him on our anniversary night last week, and I do like him, and I..." Josh cut me off by a blow to my face. I touched my cheek and how tender it felt and the stinging pain.

"Oh ... I'm ... I'm sorry, baby," he said, reaching to touch my cheek. I knocked his hand away and got up and headed to the door. "Baby! Please don't go."

I unlocked it and opened it to see a professor standing there.

"What are you two doing in a professors' restroom?" she asked me, and then noticed the drugs sitting on the floor.

"I never ... I never did those drugs," I said to her, as I realized how bad it looked.

"Come on; you two are going to the Dean's Office," she said sternly as she grabbed me and Josh and drug us down the hall. 

Scene G  

"SURPRISE!"

In the Library, Darek popped out from an aisle that Giselle was in, looking for a book.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she said, grabbing her chest. "You scared the shit out of me."

Darek laughed as he handed his girlfriend a teddy bear and a card. "This is for you."

"Really? What's this for?" she asked him. "Valentine's is like a week and a half away, and our anniversary passed, and my birthday isn't for another two months."

"Just because," Darek said to her. "Open it! Open it!"

Giselle opened her card and read it to herself. She smiled as she read the personal message Darek had written to her.

"I'm your Caramel fantasy?" She asked him with a crooked smile. "That sounds kinda dirty, baby. I like it."

"Do you really?" he asked her, and she nodded.

"Yep, and that makes you my French Vanilla Fantasy," she said, kissing him softly on the lips.

Since they had been together, Darek was always popping up with surprises. Mondays were his day to have roses delivered to her classroom. Wednesdays a limo brought her to school and took her and her friends around whatever places she wanted to go. Fridays were always romantic, candle-lit dinners at his place that he always said he cooked but found out it was actually Nate who did it, but she never said anything.

"Why are you so amazing to me?" she asked as she looked into his eyes.

"Because you're perfect to me," he said with a smile before they kissed again.

"Oh, get a room," Anthony said to the couple as he walked down the aisle. "I think you got the wrong class if you are trying to learn CPR, Giselleionare."

"Jealous much?" Darek asked Anthony, who scoffed.

"Of you? Not even," Anthony said, handing Giselle a paper. "You need to do your half of the scavenger hunt."

"You know I can handle Coy, Ky, Matt, Carmen, and even Nick even though he still doesn't like me," Darek said watching Anthony walk off. "But I can't stand Anthony."

"He needs to get laid," Giselle said with a laugh. "But seriously, I really should get back to work. This is actually for the only professor I never refer to as 'that bitch from that class', or just 'that bitch'."

Darek pouted playfully. "I can't get you to sneak away and skip the rest of the period?"

"I know; I'm sorry," she said, kissing him softly on the lips. "But tonight is our night."

"What's tonight for?" he asked her playfully.

She kissed him one last time. "Just because."

She pinched his cheek and walked off to finish her scavenger hunt for her English Lit class.

Darek looked down at his phone to see a text message from Reverend Taylor. "Way to kill my mood, big guy." He sighed and closed his phone. In just a few hours, all hell was about to break loose. 

Scene G  

I sat outside the Dean's office while Josh was talking with the professor who found us, Mr. Pagan, and the Dean.

"Well, Coy, it looks like we're getting expelled," I muttered to myself as the door opened and Dean Monroe stepped out.

"Coy, I'm still quite shocked to see you even related or involved with this situation," he said with a disappointing look.

"Haven't been myself in the longest," I said with a small smile. "So are you expelling me?"

"No, we aren't expelling you," he said with a sigh. "Joshua, here, admitted that you were trying to help him out and keep him from doing the drugs, and that you weren't involved. However, I am giving you two weeks worth of morning and afternoon grounds-keeping."

"Fair enough," I said glaring at Josh who stood with Mr. Pagan.

"And you also have me to thank, young man," Mr. Pagan said to me. "I was able to ... to convince your Dean, here, of not suspending you and just giving you the service orders."

I glanced at Dean Monroe who had an uncomfortable look on his face and back at Mr. Pagan. Ky had told me that he was a bit of a racist with some illegal trafficking connects.

"Well, thank you, sir," I said with a nod. "If that's all, I think I'll head over to my Lab."

I walked past them and around the corner toward the staircase to head upstairs for class, angry at Josh for this whole ordeal.

"Coy!" he yelled out, running around the corner after me.

I sighed and turned around to look at his face. "What?"

"You seem angry," he said with a smile. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I asked in disbelief. "What's wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong, Josh? Better yet, what the fuck is wrong with you, Josh?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"I mean, since we've been together, I've overlooked your drug use and ignored your fits of withdrawal when you aren't able to get some, and how dumb you act when you're fucked-up, because it never affected my life," I said to him. "Till today ... Today you shit-fucked with my life."

"It's not even your life," he said with a laugh. "You're an entirely different person, pretending to be somebody who is trapped inside his own mind. You have the nerve to ask me what the fuck is wrong with me? What person does that? You're not even a person. You're a figment of Coy's imagination."

I cleared my throat and stared him down. "Whatever, I don't need this," I said walking up the stairs.

"If you walk away from me, I'll tell everyone how you faked your way through all your counseling, and how Marco really isn't dead."

I looked back at him and laughed, and walked back down the steps. "Do you think you're in control here? I'm Marco. I run this fucking show. I don't care. They probably figured it out by now. Six months, and the real Coy is still somehow acting like Marco? I don't care because they can't do anything bout it. So tell them. Like I said, I don't need this."

"What are you saying?" Josh asked me noticing the blank look on my face.

"I'm saying that I'm done with you," I said, not caring anymore. "Go get fucked-up and overdose. I don't give a good flying fuck. You're not my problem anymore." I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm tightly. "Let go of me, Josh."

"No! We're gonna talk about this, baby," he said to me, his tough guy persona fading and tearing up. "Please don't leave me. I need you. You understand my pain."

"I said, let go of me," I said, breaking free of his grip. "Oh, and don't be surprised if you see me with Nate, either, pretty soon. I've been fucking him for the past four months."

Josh collapsed to his knees on the floor as he realized his life was slowly beginning to unravel. And, unbeknownst to us both, Matt had heard the entire argument.

As I walked down the hallway toward my class, I walked past Darek to whom I held my finger up in the mode of a gun, and pretended to shoot him. "Your number's up, bud," I said to a confused Darek.

I was pissed off, and I'd waited four months to make another heavy move on anybody from Christian Soldiers. Well, today was that day. 

Scene H  

"See?" Carmen said to the gang as they sat at the lunch table. "See? I tried to tell you and you didn't want to listen."

Matt had explained the argument to everybody but hadn't really gone into details about the rest of the argument.

Nick looked over at Ky who had a confused and distant look on his face. "Babe, you okay?"

"No, I'm not," Ky said shaking his head. He started sobbing and everybody looked at each other unsure of what's going on.

Anthony looked at Nick and they both nodded to themselves and sat on both sides of Ky.

"Man, it's okay," Anthony said, rubbing his back. "Nobody blames you."

"He's my brother," he said through the tears. "My twin brother. How could I not have seen it? How could I not have known that the guy was not my brother? ...What kind of a brother am I?"

"You're a human, Ky," Nick said to his boyfriend. "You're not superhuman and can't read the mind of your brother."

Emily looked over at Matt with an uneasy feeling. She hoped that this revelation wouldn't affect their relationship. She had always known the only reason she ever got Matt was because his ex-boyfriend had slipped into another personality. She was trying to put on a front as if everything were okay. He barely kissed her. He barely felt her up. He barely did anything that showed that he was her boyfriend. But being the good person she was, she tried her best not to let it show. But she was a woman with needs, and they hadn't been met in over four months.

"Well, he seems okay, so maybe we shouldn't worry about it," she offered to the group and was met with looks of annoyance.

"Em, hon, there can only be one airhead around here at a time," Anthony said to her. "That's Giselle. So let's keep the dumb suggestions to ourselves."

"I was just saying that maybe it's okay, because Coy's okay," she continued. "I mean he does well in class, and from what I know about the old Coy and the new Coy, he's tremendously popular now. Even more popular than us."

Matt slammed his hands down hard on the table and looked at his girlfriend. "Can't you see that is NOT Coy?"

Emily looked at him and saw the frustration and anger and annoyance in his face. She looked around at the group and saw that, for the first time in four months, she felt out of place. She didn't know the old Coy so she couldn't miss something she'd never had or experienced. And the sad thing was, her boyfriend was still in love ... and not with her.

"Um ... well, maybe I should let you guys talk about this," she said, getting up from the table. "I gotta head to the Library to return a book." She hesitated, hoping someone would stop her, but when no one did, she grabbed her purse and walked out of the Cafeteria.

"What are we gonna do?" Giselle asked, after a moment of silence.

"What CAN we do?" Ky asked rhetorically. "Those rumors about Coy ... I mean, Marco. That he was a part of a gang ... I should've seen the signs."

"I blame myself, Ky," Carmen said, grabbing his hand. "I knew he was getting in with the wrong crowd, and I could see that wasn't Coy, but I didn't say anything. I guess I just wanted to be wrong."

"Well, we gotta figure something out," Anthony said, determined. "We can't let Marco be in control of Coy any longer."

Nate headed over toward the table and kissed Carmen, making Matt frown in pure disgust at the sight of the two.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked Nate angrily.

Nate looked at Matt, confused. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is ... The problem is..." Matt said, but wasn't able to get it out.

"Matt?" Carmen asked, confused.

"I gotta go," he said, getting up and leaving the table.

"Um … Okay? What did I miss?" Nate asked the group.

"The Coy, we've been calling Coy, isn't the real Coy," Giselle explained. "His other personality, Marco, was pretending to be Coy and fooling us all because it's been him in control, completely."

Nate looked down at this tray. If that were true ... Does that change the relationship he was hoping to soon establish?

"You okay?" Carmen asked him, noticing his worried look.

Nate looked up and smiled before kissing her. "I got you, baby. Of Course I'm okay."

Carmen nestled softly on his shoulder, and Nate floated away to his thoughts. 

Scene I  

Matt sat at his computer looking at the screen not really focusing on the question from his Principals of Business lecture. He had a lot on his mind.

'Why couldn't I tell her?' he though to himself. 'I knew something about my friend's boyfriend, but I didn't say anything.' Truth was, he didn't want to hurt Carmen. She was probably his best girl—who was a friend—aside from Giselle, and after Josh broke her heart twice, she seemed happy with Nate. Was it really wrong NOT to tell a secret?

"Be my partner?" a voice asked, snapping him away from his thoughts.

Matt looked up to see Emily standing beside him, looking at him expectantly. That was another one of his problems. He had a girlfriend, but if possible, he wanted his ex-boyfriend back.

"Well?" she asked nervously, afraid he was going to turn her down.

"Oh … sure," Matt said with a smile. "I didn't even hear the assignment. I was thinking about..."

"Coy?" she offered for him.

Matt looked away from her, unable to meet her eyes. "Wh... What makes you say that?"

"Matt, it's okay," she said to him with a smile. "I know ... I know that you still love him."

"I ... but I never said..."

"You didn't need to," she said to him with a sad smile. "I saw the pain, the worry, and the longing to rescue him today at lunch. I never stood a chance, did I? I tried to convince myself it was all right and we were fine, but just because we don't argue and don't fight, doesn't mean any thing ... We're a couple ... a couple of people on two different paths. And your path leads you toward Coy."

Matt looked at her, unsure of what to say. She wasn't looking at him but at the computer screen.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked.

She looked at him and chuckled. "There was never anything to break up. We were friends. We became friends with boyfriend/girlfriend attached to it, and we're still friends."

Matt sighed heavily. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" she asked, as she worked on a problem. "For loving somebody else? Please, if anything, you restored my faith in true love."

Matt looked at Emily and smiled. Truly, she was a great person. And she would make some lucky guy happy.

"Friends?" he asked her, licking his left hand.

"Best of," she said, licking hers and shaking his.

"EWW!!" they said in unison as they both laughed. 

Scene J  

Carmen was leaving school, rushing to see Nate. She was relieved to find out he was okay, aside from a need of for stitches. Her cell rang for a text from Giselle, and she clicked call on the screen and called her.

"Giselle, I told you to meet me at the hospital, not at my house," she said as she walked through the students' parking lot toward her car.

"I know, but I don't have much gas, and my dad revoked my credit card for the month because I went a little over my limit," Giselle said with a sigh.

"How much is a little?" Carmen asked with a chuckle.

"Like two thousand," Giselle replied simply.

Carmen laughed loudly. "I guess for you that's a little, seeing how you went five thousand dollars over the other month. Well, I didn't have to go home, but since you are there, I guess..."

Carmen stopped talking when she noticed that somebody was sitting in the passenger seat of her car.

"Carmen?" Giselle asked, wondering where her friend had disappeared to.

"I will call you back," Carmen said ending the call, and walking toward the car when she noticed who it was. "Josh?"

"Hey, Carmie," he said to her with a weak smile. She could tell he was strung out on some drugs. She cleared her throat and looked at him sternly.

"Josh, I heard you got expelled for drugs, and you're not supposed to be on campus," she said to him. "Better yet, how did you get in my car?"

"You gave me a spare key, remember?" He showed her the key.

Carmen walked around to the driver's side of the car and got in. "Where is Marco?"

"What do you mean? You mean Coy," he said, laying his head back in the seat.

"No, I mean, Marco," Carmen said looking at him directly. "We know, Josh. We know that is not Coy. Please tell me you didn't."

Josh looked down at his feet ashamed and sad.

"Josh?"

"I didn't want Coy to come back," Josh said as he begin to cry. "He didn't understand the emptiness and loneliness that I have inside of me. But Marco did ... Or at least I thought he did."

"Josh, what happened between you two?" Carmen asked him. She hated seeing him like this because she could tell something was wrong.

"We ... We broke up," he choked out. "He's leaving me for Nate."

"Nate?" Carmen asked, confused. "My Nate?"

"He isn't your Nate," Josh said sadly. "They've been fucking for the past four months."

Carmen thought about all the times in four months Nate had blown her off or cancelled plans or forgot plans. How close her best friend and boyfriend were.

"Oh, my God," she said covering her mouth. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

Josh just sat in the seat sobbing as Carmen was so speechless she didn't know what to say or do.

Josh opened his door and slammed it behind him. Carmen stepped out of the car. "Josh, where are you going?"

"I want to be alone by myself," he said, walking down the street leaving a stunned and hurt Carmen by herself.

Carmen started sobbing, unsure of what was going to happen now. She was worried about her relationship, and was it over, and how her best friend could betray her twice, when it wasn't really her best friend in control. But most of all, she was worried about Josh.

She keyed the ignition and drove down the street in the direction he had gone, looking around for him, but saw no sign of him. She dialed his number but it went straight to voicemail.

"Josh ... Where are you?" she asked herself as she looked around. 

Scene K  

Darek sat on a park bench with a photo album in his lap, flipping through pictures of his family. He reminisced through the old times when he was younger and his family was whole. Looking at the pictures of him and his brother, he smiled at the fun times they'd had at Six Flags, Busch Gardens, and other various places.

"What do you want, Darek?" Ky asked, walking toward him. "Better yet, how did you get my cell to text me to meet you here?"

Ky took a seat beside Darek, awaiting a response to his questions. Darek handed him the photo album.

"You called me here to look at pictures?" Ky asked, flipping through the album. He saw a different Darek in this album. Innocent, care-free, and nice. "Wow, it's surprising to see you smile and actually not suspect anything in that smile. You actually look ... normal."

"I called you here because I wanted to tell you I'm sorry," he said with a sigh. "I wanted to explain my actions since we first met."

After a fifteen-minute conversation about his family, Ky felt like he understood the very guy whom he despised after all this time. "Wow," Ky said, taking it all in. "I guess we're more alike than I thought. Reverend Taylor manipulated us both."

"Ha, the funny thing is, I hate church, and I'm not really that big into God," Darek said with a small laugh. "Not to the extent the Christian Soldiers are."

"How do you feel about your brother and Gays now?" Ky asked him

.

"I still don't understand it really, Ha, I doubt I'll ever pull a Josh and convert," Darek said making the two laugh.

"Trust me; that isn't gay; that's just messed up," Ky said, making the two laugh again.

"But from seeing how good you and Nick are for each other ... It made me realize that you're just like Giselle and Me," Darek said after their laughter died down. "You're just like us. So it's kind of cool ... Especially seeing how you and he had a rocky start. I respect you guys, now, because I realized it's your personality—not your sexuality—that makes you the person you are. And you're a good person."

"So are you, Darek," Ky said to him. "Underneath it all, you're a good person."

Darek looked down at the ground and thought about that. "I hope so."

"Well, this was an enlightening meeting, and I actually enjoyed our little talk, but I have plans with Nick tonight," Ky said, standing up.

"Ky, before you go ... I just want to say..." Darek began, but wasn't sure of how he should say it; he didn't want to be on Ky's bad side.

"Yeah?"

"Just watch yourself, and make sure your guard is up," Darek said to him. "Reverend Taylor is a slick mofo."

It was like there was a silent communication between the two guys.

"I gotcha," Ky said with a nod before he left Darek sitting there on the bench.

Darek looked down at his phone to see a text from Giselle about meeting her at the hospital to see Nate. "Oh shit, I forgot about that," he said jumping up and grabbing his photo album. He stopped, however when he felt a sharp pain in his side. Then another. He dropped his photo album and looked down at his white shirt to see it was turning red. He turned to look behind him and saw me walking toward him.

"I'd shoot you again but I want you to suffer," I said to him as I shot him in the knees, shattering both of his knee caps. "I doubt you'll be able to play sports anytime soon. That is for fucking with me, my brother, and my friends."

"Coy..."

"Actually, it's Marco," I corrected to him. "But that was thanks from us both."

I pushed his already partially unconscious self to the ground and pressed my foot into his knee and listened to him cry out in pain. "You fucked up his life, but helped create me," I said to him. "I'm not a killer, though. I don't kill." I couldn't kill him. Because I would be just as bad as Darek was with being a part of the Christian Soldiers. Just as bad as the very people I was attacking.

"I'm glad Ky forgives you, but I don't forget, nor do I forgive," I continued. "You helped those people rape us."

"I'm sorry," he said to me, crying. "I'm sorry, Coy. I'm sorry, Ky. I'm sorry Damien."

"Damien? Who is he?" I asked him, confused.

"My brother ... He…" he coughed out weakly. He was beginning to lose consciousness. "I joined ... I joined Reverend Taylor because I thought I was doing the right thing for my brother to ... to change him. But I wasn't."

I thought about Ky and his actions and how he was used by Reverend Taylor as a tool. I looked down at a now unconscious Darek and realized he was just as weak as my brother was.

Sighing, I grabbed Darek's cell and dialed 911 and placed the phone on his body. Hopefully, somebody would find him. 

Scene L  

Carmen sat in the hospital room as Nate slept. She had been there for an hour, had foregone getting Giselle, and was watching him sleep. He looked peaceful. He looked like he could do no wrong.

"Miss Gianni, I am sorry but visiting hours are almost over," a nurse said, poking her head inside the room. Carmen nodded at her and grabbed her own purse and headed toward the door to leave.

"Carmen?"

She looked back to see Nate groggily looking at her. "Hey, I was about to leave. Visiting hours are over in a few minutes."

"Fuck them, My parents are paying some good money for this room. I think the hospital will be fine," Nate said to her with a painful laugh. "God, my head hurts."

"I bet it does," She said to him.

"You've been crying," he said noticing her tear-stained face. "I hope you didn't think it was anything serious. Just a mild concussion and some stitches."

"It's not that," she said to him with a sigh. "I know."

"Know what?" Nate asked her, confused, but the tears coming from her eyes and her pain-stricken face told it all. "How?"

"Josh," she said to him.

"That bastard is the reason I'm here," he said angrily as he tried to sit up but winced in pain.

"What are you talking about?" she asked him.

"That's not important," he said to her. "We need to talk about this ... about us." He never wanted to hurt her. He never wanted this. He just didn't know what he wanted at this very moment.

"Was there ever an 'us' when you were with him? Or was there just a you ... thinking of your OWN needs?" Carmen asked him. Before Nate could respond, the nurse popped back inside. "I'm done here," Carmen said, walking out of the room, leaving a stunned Nate.

"Fuck," he said, frustrated, as he didn't know where to go from this point.

Carmen walked down the hallways of the hospital. No tears. No stress. She wiped her eyes and held her head high.

"Never let a man bring you down to your weakest point," she said as she waited for the elevator. "Not even if you're in love with the son-of-a-bitch!" 

Scene M  

I climbed out of my car and walked up the driveway to Anthony and Nick's house. I'd gotten a text from Anthony stating he needed my help on … some kind of … homework. I decided to come offer my help, albeit surprised, seeing how I didn't even like Anthony, and I pretty much thought it was a mutual feeling.

I walked up to the door to see it was partially open, so I pushed through and walked inside to see a house filled with filth. From Coy's memories, I saw that the house was usually well kept up and gorgeous inside, but now it was trashed as if Hurricane Katrina had swept through.

"Anthony?" I called out as I walked through the house. "Nick?" I heard the door close behind me and I saw that Josh was standing there. "Oh, it's you," I said, folding my arms. "What the hell happened in here?"

"You happened," Josh said to me. "You caused all this. I don't know how I'm going to explain it to Mr. and Mrs. Pagan when they come home. That my boyfriend pissed me off, and I got mad and trashed your house."

"I am not your boyfriend, Josh," I said to him as I walked toward the door. "I'm leaving."

"I can't allow you to leave," he said to me. "Not until we fix this and prove our love for each other."

"What the hell? Get the hell out of the way," I said annoyed. "There is no love. I don't love..."

Josh smacked me across the face and I fell to the floor clutching my cheek. I looked up and saw this empty look in his eyes. I crawled backwards and got up to run to the back door of the kitchen. Josh cut through the living room to intercept and stop me from getting out. He yanked my hoodie by the hood and slung me over the counter. I slid across it and fell again to the floor.

"Josh...stop," I said to him as I struggled to get to my feet.

"You don't love me?" He asked, punching me hard in the stomach. "Tell me you love me."

"No," I said, holding my ground.

"Tell me you love me, Marco," he said to me, hitting me again in the stomach.

"No," I said slightly weaker than before.

"Tell me!"

"N-No!" I said, weak from the blows he was throwing to my fragile, slim frame. He shoved me hard into the fridge. I fell back and clutched my head painfully. "This is why I can't love you anymore, Josh," I said in pain. "I can't love you because you don't love yourself. You're turning into a fucking moron. You're too strung-out on the drugs to remember who the person I was in love with, was. You are not him."

"You used to love me for the sex," he said, his voice soft but speaking ominously as if I knew what was coming.

"Josh! No!" I screamed out as he grabbed me by my arms and drug me toward the spare bedroom, toward the place where hell was. I fought and screamed for him to stop, but he didn't listen. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. He ripped my clothes off and unzipped his pants. It was 7:45 when I felt him forcibly penetrate me.

I could feel a rush of emotions and memories that I knew weren't mine. Coy was trying to help me. He was trying to block out the pain that I felt. Memories of him and Ky. Memories of him at his academic events. Memories of him when he was in a happier and better place. "Focus on me, Marco," Coy whispered softly. "Focus on me." I closed my eyes and focused on all the good memories of Coy as Josh raped me for literally an hour and a half.

It was 9: 15 when it was all over. There was blood all over the bed, and somebody's semen.

"Do you love me?" he asked with a pleading look on his face. The painful look on my face, the tears said it all.

"Marco..." he began, but was unable to finish his … whatever.

I grabbed my clothes and changed back into them as Josh stood there, looking at me, his eyes tearing up as well.

"Marco...Please don't leave me," he said to me. "I love you. I need you."

I didn't say a word, I just left and walked to the front door and opened it to see Mr. Pagan and Anthony standing there.

"You look like hell? You okay?" Anthony asked, but I pushed past both and rushed to my car and sped out of the driveway. But five minutes down the road, I stopped my car and released the sickness in my stomach on side of the road.

I felt broken ... Something wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to feel like this but I did... I could feel myself getting sick again, and I released it from my stomach. Wiping my mouth, I closed the door and drove home. 

Scene N  

Ky and Nick sat at Ky's laptop, checking out the listings for movies. "I still can't believe you cooked me some Italian dishes, baby," Nick said to his boyfriend as he rested his head on his shoulder.

"Did you like it?" Ky asked curiously.

Nick thought about the slightly burnt noodles and not-so taste-worthy sauce and chicken. "I loved it babe," he said to his boyfriend, kissing him on the cheek. "Just like I love you."

Ky smiled happily and saw a movie he figured they both would like.

"One step ahead of you," Nick said to his boyfriend. "Push."

"See, I was so thinking that," Ky said with a laugh. "No wonder you are perfect for me. 'Push' it is, then."

"I love you, Kyle Donovan James," Nick said to him.

"I love you too, Nick Still-don't-want-to-tell-me-your-middle-name Pagan," Ky said, kissing him.

They kissed passionately for a few moments till they heard the door in the kitchen open.

I limped inside my house. I could feel blood trickling down my leg as I walked inside the kitchen, trying not to make any noise.

"Hey, bro," Ky said as he and Nick walked into the kitchen.

I forced a smile at them. "Hey ... guys."

Ky noticed a grimace on my face and flashed a concerned look. "Coy? You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I said with a smile, trying to hide my pain.

"You sure?" Nick asked. He could tell something was wrong.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I said as every breath hurt as I inhaled. "What are you doing here, Ky? You don't live here."

"God, I know, and it feels so good to be on my own with the love of my life," Ky said, kissing Nick passionately on the lips. "You miss me?"

Ha, not even," I said with a fake laugh, knowing that I was in pain. "I got your closet space since your ass is gone."

"Asshole," Ky said, punching me lightly in the stomach, but I winced in pain.

"Thanks," I said to him with a weak smile.

"Coy? Are you sure you're okay?" Ky asked, concerned.

I nodded softly and tried to find a lie. "Yeah, I was playing football with some guys from the group, and I guess I got hit harder than I thought. I just need to go lie down."

"Well, Ky and I were headed to the movies, but we can stay here if you need somebody to take care of you," Nick offered.

I shook my head. "No, go on and have a good time. I'm fine."

Ky looked at me for a moment then smiled. "Pussy."

He and Nick walked out of the house, and as soon as they shut the door, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited.  "Oh, my God," I said after vomiting for a good five minutes straight.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed some tissue and wiped my mouth, and looked to see it was Josh.

Josh. He was the reason I was in the state I was in now. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had spent so much time pretending to be Coy, that I honestly forgot who I was.

"Marco," I whispered softly to myself. I was strong. I was confident. But why, now, was I scared. I felt ... like ... Coy. A victim. A used product.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled off my underwear and saw that it was blood stained. "Oh, my God," I said as I got nauseous and bent over the toilet seat as I released it again from my stomach. I knelt there with my head in the toilet, flushing away and watching it disappear.

"Oh, my God," I whispered as I could feel the tears rolling down my eyes. I couldn't believe that I … me ... Marco ... Marco, the strong one … felt weak. My tears, sadness, and pain... I could feel it growing into pure hatred. "He raped me," I whispered softly to myself.

I heard the front door open and close. "Ky?" I called out. "Nick?"

I put my jeans on and headed out of the bathroom toward the kitchen. "Who's there?"

My parents were away on some cruise so it couldn't be them. Looking at my phone, it had been fifteen minutes since Ky and Nick left, so it couldn't be them. I walked into the kitchen and dropped my phone at the sight standing in front of me.

"Hello, Coy," Tony said to me as he looked me in the eye.

"No ... No..." I could hear Coy screaming inside my head. Or was that me screaming, as Tony took a step toward me. I ran toward the stairs, but Tony was faster and tackled me on the staircase and bashed my head into a step.

"Don't run, baby," he said to me as he ground his crotch into my butt.

I struggled to fight with his heavy body pinning me down to the stairway. 'Marco ... please don't let him violate us anymore,' Coy whispered inside my head.  It was the first time we were both on the same side. I needed Coy, and Coy needed me. 'Fight back,' Coy said, in my head. 'Fight.'

I headbutted Tony, and he released his grip, slightly, on me, and I pushed him off. I got up and began running up the staircase but he grabbed my foot, trying to trip me.

"Get the fuck off!" I yelled out as I kicked him down the staircase.

He fell to the bottom, moving slowly. I ran upstairs to my bedroom and locked the door. I grabbed my house phone and dialed the 9 and the 1, but stopped.

"Marco, what the hell are you doing?" Coy yelled out through my/his/our voice. "Call the police. Get out!"

"No," I said shaking my head. "No."

I hung the phone up.

"MARCO!" Coy yelled to me. He was struggling for control.

"No," I said, realizing that I was the victim for far too long. "I'm going to kill him."

"MARCO! NO!" Coy yelled out to me.

"And after I kill him, I'm gonna kill Josh," I said, as I heard Tony bang on the door trying to break it in.

I readied myself as he burst through the door.

"Aw, look what we have here. Coy is actually going to fight back."

I chuckled softly at that. "That's the funny thing. I'm not Coy...."

Tony looked me in the eye and it was almost as if he could see that there was something different about me.

"You're eyes aren't the same color," he said hesitating slightly.

"Good observation and they aren't contacts," I said rushing toward him.

I punched Tony in the face and ducked a blow from him and hit him in the stomach. "I'm tired of pain ... I'm tired of feeling weak," I said to him as I kicked him across the face. I didn't know where the burst of energy came from, but I had to do it. I had to make my stand. I was Marco. I was nobody's victim. Nobody's product. Nobody's Bitch. Nobody ... I think that's where that came in from. Without Coy, I was nobody. That is why I was not going to let go of my control over Coy. As long as I had him, had his body, I was fine. I was a person I was real. I was somebody.

I kicked Tony again. I could hear Coy screaming in my ear for me to stop.

"Shut up, Coy," I yelled out. "Stop being the passive one. Sometimes aggression..." I punched Tony in the face. "…is good."

I was about to hit him again but I was frozen when I felt a flashback of earlier when Josh hit me. I could feel my control slipping slightly.

"No," I said and I felt a blow knock me backwards. "No!"

I could feel Coy gaining control and then that was it. He was in control. Using my same techniques, I used to weaken him against me. "You're going to get us killed," I screamed out but he ignored me.

"Tony stop..." Coy said to him. "I am giving you a free pass just to walk out of here. Just go. My brother and his boyfriend will be back any moment."

"No they won't," Tony said with a laugh. "Reverend Taylor will make sure of that. Hope you said goodbye to your precious twin."

"Wha..." Coy began, but was knocked across the face by Tony and was being pummeled.

"Fight back, Coy!" I yelled at him. I was trying to find a way to break through and gain control but Coy was holding on strong. He was using more energy to block me from being in control than he was in fighting back.

Coy kicked Tony back and rushed out of the bedroom and to the staircase to run but Tony shoved him hard down the stairs.

I winced in pain as I could feel the pain coming from Coy. He was losing this battle and consciousness but he somehow was maintaining control.

"Coy, let me in," I yelled out to him. "Stop being stubborn and let me in."

"No," he said as he rushed toward the kitchen.

Tony rushed after him toward the kitchen. The island was between the two. Coy wondered if he would have a chance to get to the door.

He faked Tony out to make it seem as if he were heading toward the door, but instead ran toward the entry way of the front hall and into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

"COY! FIGHT! DON'T BE A COWARD AND HIDE! FIGHT!" I yelled at him.

He was afraid. He was shaking out of fear. He didn't know what to do. He jumped as he heard Tony bang on the door hard.

"Open the fucking door, faggot!" Tony yelled out ramming the door hard. "When I fucking get this door open, I'm slitting your throat and fucking your dead body."

Tony kept ramming it but stopped for a moment and started laughing.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Coy heard Matt yell out. "COY?"

"Relax, I haven't killed him ...YET!" Tony said rushing Matt to the floor.

"Matt?" Coy called out pressing his ear to the door. He could hear a scuffle going on outside and stuff being broken.

"Coy, don't open the fucking door till I say so," Matt yelled out as he wrestled a knife out of Matt's hand.

Coy sat on the floor unsure of what to do. I growled in frustration as for the moment, I realized I was trapped.

Coy was in control and as passive as he was…There was no way, Coy was going to be able to help us.

Scene O  

Nick made a move to change from the T.I. Ky had playing, but Ky smacked his hand.

"OW!" Nick yelled out, pouting. "That hurt, babe."

"Like Chris Tucker said from Rush Hour, Don't mess with a black man's radio," Ky said with a smile.

"If that black man wants me to keep giving him mind-blowing blow jobs, I suggest he let me play some Circus by Britney Spears," Nick said, changing the CD out.

Ky rolled his eyes and looked up in his rearview mirror. "Hmm."

"Hmm What?" Nick asked his boyfriend curiously. "Don't like Circus?"

"Don't like Britney period, I'm a Beyonce fan, thanks to Coy," Ky replied. "No, that car has been behind us every since we left the house."

Nick looked back to see the car Ky was talking about. "Baby, I think you're being paranoid."

"I mean, what are the chances of somebody from my neighborhood, leaving at the same exact time, going the same exact route as me, turn by turn, mile by mile?" Ky asked his boyfriend. "Especially at like 9:30 at night."

He wasn't trying to be paranoid but he was getting a bad vibe. He didn't know what was going on but he just had a feeling something bad was happening and something bad was about to happen.

"You do got a point," Nick said after thinking about it. "That is kind of odd."

Nick turned back and looked at the car again when a light was turned on in the car. Nick and Ky both saw the face at the same time.

"Is that..."

"Reverend Taylor," Ky said as he sped up in his car.

"SHIT!" Nick yelled out. "DRIVE FASTER!"

"I'm trying, I'm trying," Ky said nervously. His hands were shaking. He knew they were being followed. "Oh, my ... Oh, Fuck. Oh, Fuck."

Nick looked behind him to see the Car was gone. "He's gone. baby, He's gone."

Ky wasn't so convinced. "Gone? Where the hell did he..."

Ky was cut off as he was hit hard on his side of the car. The car flipped over six times and hung off the side of a rail.

Nick cried out in pain as his leg was broken. Ky realized his ribs were in bad shape.

"Ky..." Nick called out weakly. He reached his hand out and grabbed Coy's hand.

Ky didn't know if it was the end, but if he had to die, he wanted to die right there with Nick.

"I still hate Britney spears," Ky said softly as they shared a painful laugh.

Reverend Taylor rammed his car into the back of Ky's and both cars fell over the embankment. 

Scene P  

I felt a pain, a very sharp pain, but it wasn't coming from me. Coy ... It was Coy. He felt something.

"Ky," he said as he begin hyperventilating.

Something had happened. I could tell. Coy was freaking out. Something had happened to Ky.

"Coy, don't open that door," I yelled out to him.

He wanted to call Ky to see if he was overreacting but what little control I had, I tried to stop him opening the door. He fought through it and opened it to see Tony on top of Matt with a gun in his mouth.

"No," Coy whispered softly to himself. I could feel Coy growing angry. I could feel the anger welling inside of him.

"Now you wanna fight," I muttered.

Coy grabbed a hard figurine from the table and rushed over and knocked Tony across the head with it.

Tony slumped to the floor and Coy rushed to Matt. "Matt?" Are you okay?" he asked, hugging him tightly.

Matt pushed him away roughly and looked at him suspiciously. "Get off me, Marco," He said angrily. "I know its still you inside of there."

Coy looked at him, hurt. "Matt, baby, it's me. It's Coy.

"How do I know that?" Matt asked him. "How do I know it's really you?"

Matt backed away from Coy as he walked toward him.

"Kiss me," he said softly. "Kiss me and you will see."

Matt was unsure if he should but Coy, instead, grabbed him into a kiss. At first Matt fought the kiss but he stopped when he felt the love coming from Coy.

He broke the kiss. "Oh, my God! You're back. I thought I'd lost you forever."

"Nothing will take me away from you forever," Coy said to him. "Only Death, and even then, I will always be with you."

They kissed again and Matt reversed roles and pinned Coy up against the wall. He missed those lips. He missed those kisses. He missed Coy. He had him back.

"Oh, gag me," I muttered as I could feel Coy gaining stronger by every second.

I had to get out of here.

Coy noticed movement coming from behind Matt and saw Tony getting up and pointing the gun at unsuspecting Matt.

"Matt," Coy said shoving him off of him and jumping in front of him, as Tony pulled the trigger.

Time seemed like it was frozen….Matt felt something wet and warm on his hands. Looking down, he saw he had Coy’s blood on his hands.

Tony dropped the gun….He hadn’t meant to shoot Coy.

“No,” Matt said as he laid Coy’s body on the ground.

Matt tackled Tony to the floor and in one lighting-fast movement, grabbed the gun and shot him point blank in the head and in the chest twice, watching him fall to the floor. Once more, he pointed the gun and shot him directly in the heart and only then, dropped the gun.

He turned and looked back at Coy, lying there on the floor.

"No," I said as I could feel not only Coy getting weak, but I was as well.

Coy was slowly dying…if he died, then I died.

"No, this can't be how it ends," Matt said, grabbing the phone and grabbing Coy and carrying him out to his car. 911 took too long. He had to get him to the hospital.

"This can't be how our story ends," Matt said as he placed Coy in the backseat and jumped into the car and sped toward the hospital.

Coy was nearly unconscious but uttered words that only I could hear.

“I’m free now.” 

To be continued... 

Author's Note:

Wow, this episode took me a little longer to plan out and write. It took me awhile to write it and I scrapped my initial Episode 7 to write this one because I didn't want to keep dragging Marco on, and though Marco is my favorite character to write as, I wanted to bring Coy back maybe briefly, maybe not. But I finished it right before I had to leave for school lol. Ha. Well, Coy finally gains and keeps control of himself only to have it end this way. Is Coy Dead? Is Ky or Nick Dead?

One of the main characters will die in the next episode. This episode brings an end to the Tony/Reverend Taylor Saga and serves as the first part of the season finale.