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Marseuves sat on the edge of his bed, unable to sleep. His mind was spinning, almost as if he were in a room with a thousand people talking and he was tryi ng to listen to everyone. He flopped back onto the bed. He laid there until sleep finally overtook him.

Marseuves walked down a dark alley, with the feeling that someone was watching him. He quickened his pace. He heard someone running behind him, and he was struck with great fear. He began to run down the alley, hoping to escape his pursuer. But no matter how fast he ran, he could hear the other person right behind him. He looked ahead and suddenly a brick wall appeared, blocking his only escape. He felt the stranger's hand on his shoulder, and the man spun Marseuves around. Marseuves looked into the man's face, only to realize it was himself. His copy let out a blood chilling laugh, and blood began to run down it's face. Still laughing, the nightmare version of himself drew out a knife plunged it into Marseuves' heart.

Marseuves bolted upright. He wiped his forehead and felt the layer of sweat. Only a dream. Marseuves got up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the sink and splashed his face with water. When he looked into the mirror, he could only see his murderous side staring back at him, with water as thick as blood running down It's face.