She was in danger again. Pushed too far, a failure, some kind of loss ... whichever it was, 'it' would always rear its hideous head and hunt her. And here it was, once again, appearing in a moment of weakness. Eager to thrive on her pain. To enhance it. To deepen the cuts and make sure they scarred. And it was slowly closing the distance ... Her every instinct told her to get away. -Now-.

Further and further back she staggered, stumbling to get out of reach of the hideous horror that advanced upon her ... knowing that she would never move far enough to escape the monster's inevitable grasp. She had tried so many times. It -always- caught her ... Cold fear overtook her as she stared at it, drawing ever nearer as each of its labored strides was punctuated by wet ragged breathing. Thick black ichor oozed ceaselessly from its snarling maw ... pouring from its eyes like tears, its features permanently twisted into a pained hateful grimace. Across its withered sunken chest and down the grotesquely distended belly were the remnants of a Y-incision left behind from an autopsy, crudely stitched shut with rawhide cord. In every possible way, it was a monster of pure nightmare. A monster that wore her face. A fractured reflection of a broken mirror, lurching towards her ever closer with vile intent.

A long gangly limb lashed out to seize her, now ... cold clammy pawpads grasped her forearms as gnarled talons tightened...

No escape.

Long gooey tendrils of that thick black fluid drooled from the creature's mouth as its jaws parted to speak, the words half-drowned and garbled around the ichor that filled its lungs and throat. "Useless ... broken ... -unwanted-."

Fighting and twisting in the monster's grasp, she snarled back at her horrid 'twin'. "No. Those are the words that describe what -you- are!"

"'You'...? 'Me'...? Miserable wretch. I -am- you. I've -always- been you. We languish together in misery, because that's the only thing we're good for ... wasting away. Together, we poison everything we touch, until we have -nothing- left ... Until we're -alone-."

"No. I won't let you do this to me ... I won't listen to you anymore...!", she shrieked in defiance into the abomination's scowling face, tears pouring freely from her eyes even are she fixed a hard hateful stare upon the monster that was more than vicious enough to match its own.

Shaking its head in mock sympathy, the monster's grip tightened, slowly yanking her in closer. Its fluid-choked voice was laced with a growl of contempt as it rumbled lowly, "Til death do us part, Precious ... you won't ignore me, because you -know- I'm right. You -hate- that I'm right, but you know it ... even accept it. I've felt your resignation ... that coward's surrender. Taking every last ounce of abuse I dish out, like the masochistic little shit you are. You're weak, and you're soft. You -need- me. I'm the resentment that keeps you hardened ... I'm your armor against a world that's done nothing but -break- you."

Fresh tears soaked into the fur of her cheeks as the horror's verbal tirade cut her deep. Just like it always had. In indignant pained anger, she managed to find her voice again, cracked and wavering as it was. "The only one ... whose ever broken me ... was -you-. You made all of my experiences more painful than they actually were, because you -preyed- on my anger, my fear, and my sorrow like a fucking ... -vulture-! You left me too crippled to ever learn how to cope without falling to pieces or lashing out ... I'm broken because of -you-! Because you belittled me! Judged me! Taunted me! Convinced me I was -nothing-! But I'll fix it. I'll undo every last shred of damage you ever left on me..."

Its glaring hateful features broke for just a sliver of a moment ... and the ghost of a smile pulled at the edges of its slime-filled mouth. Ever so slowly, the creature pulled her right forearm up towards her face ... forcing her to stare at the myriad of thin criss-crossing scars that covered it from wrist to elbow, every which way. Permanent reminders of every moment of loathing, hatred, and rage she had ever given into. All directed towards herself.

Deviant mirth shone in her 'twin's' cold dead eyes as it calmly replied, "No ... you can't. I've -already- marked you."

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Just some venting I went through last night, that took the form of both writing AND drawing, so ... figured I'd lap 'em together and post 'em up. I figure if I wait for me to only ever post completed stuff, I'd never post anything, so ... yeah. Here ya go. Expect the "Fractured Twin" character to make further appearances in future uploads.

Lyrics in the image are taken from this:

Agonize - "I Against Me"
http://youtu.be/glqhf4ba8wk