Many people say that when you are going over the edge the strangest things happen. This is not the case entirely. As any girl my age I fretted about beauty, acne, boys, school. My looks were important. I was raven haired, dark eyes, with fair skin as tall or short as any typical girl. There was nothing special about me. That would soon change.

It all began halloween night some years ago. We were all playing ouija board and the spirits were playing for keeps. I don't remember much about that night, not even how I managed to get home. Earlier that night we were doing what any typical teen does on halloween, which is drink and have sex.

After the guys lasted the little while they did we all got bored so Stacy pulled out her spirit board. We gathered around giggling like and asked stupid questions. All six of us that night were in for something we never thought would happen. In pairs we held hands and recited some phony stupid chant. My boyfriend Demitri was shaking or maybe I was. I looked at my reflection through his eyes. I'm still me, Marvilla Lasandro. Yet the consternation on his face was unmistakable.

I closed my eyes and it felt like something cold had just entered my body. There's nothing but darkness after that. Demitri broke up with me and my friends were no longer my friends after that night. It's fine, I hate halloween any ways. Rage always in the back of my mind towards them. Demitri especially, my mind would slip up with interesting thoughts of his death, murder.

Shaking them away I continued untill the last day I would ever see them. Grad night came and again there were six of them. Little miss perfect, Joanna Livinsong held his hand. Rage beyond what ever I felt beforethen I blacked out. I awoke days later in the hospital.My mother sat by my bedside praying, cross in hand. God had nothing to do with this. The anger peaked again inside me. A voice echoed in my mind. He said clearly :

"The lords work is not needed here! So pray all you want it won't change a thing. In life or reality. So get right to the point and get out!" he laughed maniacally.

Mother stared. She pointed and said you're bleeding again. I was, it was from my nose and ears.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Blacking out through the madness. What was I becomming? The police came in and asked me about the night before. I spit at him and the voice inside my head roared with laughter.

Mother cries a lot. She says I have a demond inside me. The voices spoke in outrage. The cops tell me that six of my friends are missing and infact are considered dead.

"I have no friends." responding bluntly.Weeks went by and no bodies were found. I'd watch the news and find myself laughing hysterically. It wasn't me it was him.I went to church on sundays, before. Now I watched as the others left, why couldn't I go? My body wouldn't let me.

Months went by and the murderer was never caught and the bodys never recovered. Yet in the back of my mind I knew everything. The case was cold, the only link they had was me and i couldn't remember a dammed thing.

"Marvilla, hun, please come down." mother sweatly asked.I came down to find Father Miles. He greeted me with a smile."Your mother tells me there has been a disturbence." he said still grining."There's no such thing." responding while the anger was exploding inside me.

My mind was snapping bending and i blacked out again. This time I awoke in a scene out of The Exorsist. Tied up to my bed as my mother cried. My family wrecked over the madness that consumed my mind without my acknowledgement. Trapped inside myself my body weighing me down like a coffin. Father Miles began to recite and I was fading away. He stopped.

"Mrs. Lasandro, I don't believe this is in my control any longer. What ever is in her will die along with her. I'm sorry." He looked genuinely remorseful.

He blessed the house I grew up in. He came once again to release me. Throwing holly water on me, it did nothing. I blinked confused at his actions.

" Have you considered maybe the assylum?" He asked. "Give it a thought, it may be her saving." he held her hands then left.

For the next six years I was imprisoned at Blackridge assylum. It was maddening to be in the confinements of the cell. I wasn't crazy!

"You aren't." the voice said simply.

"Call me James." he said in a sharp voice.

"Call me JAMES!" louder and louder he repeated it.

"Call me JAMES, JAMES that who I am." He insistedI call his name.

"Who are you?" my silent reply came at the right time for Dr. Kells was infront of me. "Hi Marvilla, i'm the Doctor remember ?" he smiled and took my hand. "You've been hurting yourself again?" he locked eyes with me. "No, I haven't." I looked down at myself. I hadn't seen myself like this! Bruises and cuts from where? What had been done to me?

Frantically I looked around the room for the answers. They were no where to be found. The Dr. Kells helped me up and then a nurse took me to the bathroom. I was relieved at the thought of a bath. Unfortunetly it wasn't what it seemed. I was hosed down, the icy water stinging my flesh. My wounds comming to life from their slumber of dried blood. I cried, so deeply lost in this bad existance. Again the voice came.

"Call me JAMES!" he demanded.

What could it hurt? Not like the pain would lessen if I did this or not.

"James!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The pain was no more. I was drifting and James was holding me. James? Who is James?

The pain was no more thats all that mattered. James was with me, who are you James.

Again locked in the same cell. Clean, cold and confused. I'm not crazy! I'm not. There's a James living inside me. What do you want?

James was with me. The voices never ceased to amaze me. They all craved attention. Where they came from was a mystery to me. Sitting there I knew that somewhere lay all the answeres to my question burried deep inside my mind.

"It's not pretty don't go pokeing your nose in those locked memories doll." James said steadily.

"What do you mean? What have I done wrong ?" I said slowly as the orderly peered in.

My mother visit's frequently. She pray's and cries as i sit numbly head in her lap staring at my empty room. This is the only time it's lit otherwise it's my dark prison and my imagination runs wild gleefully.

She would never save me from the never ending battle that tormented my soul. If I even had a soul left, for the sin in me burned deeply. Too deep infact, it was almost like it begun to be a stronger part of me and it even began to develop a personality, a voice...It existed within myself and he desired to be. He insisted to go by James. Why James? Why?

I don't posses this answer and only he holds this knowledge selfishly. I trembled as i surrendered my unconciousness to James. He was my inner voice the one who drove me to sin.She couldn't save me from sin and i finally accepted that everyone had a little sinner inside them, I call mines James.

He always took over when i felt i couldn't handle it no longer. We even conversated when he pulled me away from control over myself. The voices clashed in my brain. One was calm and passive the other screamed shut up in times of reason. Nasty, vile thought's inhabited this vagrant vessel. I never knew how strong they were.

The voices in my head don't like me... I said aloud when I least expected.

James laughter echoed as the voices argued. Apparently the statement shook up the voices.My mother held me close. Pain in her eyes and her heart pounding furiously against my face now. "Mrs. Lasandro time is up." the orderly waited for her at the door. She disapeared once again and then the lights were gone.

"Shut up! We got to calm down or the chic will black out again." he seemed to be the voice of reason in this chaos.

The darkness took me over. Consumed me, fed off me. I no longer knew if i were dead or alive.All I knew was James.

He kept me company. He kept me sane. He kept me alive. How do I repay you James?Was James inside me or was he a part of me? Was he me? Was I James? Where did you come from James?

I sat there alone in my cell. James and I quite a pair. Doctors came and went, mother came and left. My time was spent knowing James. my only salvation and obsession.

He told me finally. It wasn't what I had thought. He came into me from the spirit world and those voices followed him.

"I died. It was my last grand ride. On my Bike when I got hit from behind, ran off the road, into the darkness. No one ever found me. Nor did they miss me." He offered this information keeping more than I thought from me.

My story hasn't been told. Slowly my thoughts gathered. He saw what I saw. My childhood up to halloween and the dammned board. James remembered, that was the night he came back.

"We met that night. You embraced me like a lover and we became one. I never thought i'd feel again. You and I, we were meant to have met." I saw myself and James inside myself. Reality no longer existed.

Time had gone by. We were free, finally after six years. The nut house set us loose. No we escaped and we killed them. Blood on my hands to prove it. Wearing the remains of an orderly's shirt. Truth hurts.

James immediatly wanted to leave. I wanted to see my family. The old house lay empty. Nothing was left. No clue to my past. I was forgotten, I became a nobody. It would always be Marvilla and James.

We wanderd together. We found them. All six of their bodies where they lay. James had explaining to do.

"I had to release your anger." he tried to make me believe it was my fault.

I may be angry but i ain't no killer! I'm not crazy! This is my body and my mind and you are just a figment of my imagination from being locked up all those years.

Oh really? Then why are you talking to yourself? Who are you trying to convince? I'm still here aren't I?

James is a part of me, as Marvilla is a part of James. There's no other logic. The voices responded in unison.

You and your demented followers! They're your followers too. You let them in as well. What do I have to do to get rid of your presence?

You can't. Plain and simple we are one.

The road we walked on was not easy. I was a stripper now. I went by the name suggested "Hazely Rain". the slut fest continued. Anytime times got tough James intervined and used the strength and force i could never bring myself to use.

I loved for only a week. His name was Adrian and he desired me. We made love, Adrian inside of me. James wasn't for or against him or was he. I awoke one night to find my beloved Adrian torn to pieces. I held the knife, covered in his warm blood from head to toe. I cried over his body and James laughed. Jealousy had played a part.

"The only man you can love is me!" Physco asshole!

Already I heard sirens. Wtf do i do now? i don't want to be locked up again! James took over in the back motionless i saw it all. James wrote so beautifully in my ignorance to write indeed but I could apriciate the words for what they meant.

"I pledge myself a soul assasin, an aristocrat of death. Brining all those sinners down to their last breath. I'm neither dead or alive. I do not wish for giveness for what I have done. I seek justice. I seek revenge on all the unjust. Hazely Rain will come again." he left the mark that would start the saga of Hazely Rain. We left, the killing sensation so new. I felt what James felt, it was awful. Everything unfamiliar like always. I'd never be normal.

"What's normal anyways doll?" his grining smile reflecting in my own.

"Normal would be still in Adrian's arms. Not being a murderer." my voice more a whisper then an answer.

We went out to satisfy my new lust for causing pain. I was hired again, dancing and picking my victim tasing the delightful fear in my mind. Luring him to his last day. No loving just beautiful death awaited. Who would await me in my death? James? There was no one else. James, do u love me James?

I plunged the dagger deap inside him and fear in his eyes his body quivered under us. Another death, a little more money and finally something familiar. Something to grasp when my time is up.

Are time is never up. Who would catch you? How would they follow?

James always knew what to do. We worked are way out of small cities and into the bigger playing field. In less then a week we'd already killed 30 people in Vegas. After all who would remember the strippers face?

I never knew it until then that this was what I was meant to do. How is it that no one has caught me? James loved me....right?

James do you love me? No answer came. I'm going insane! Someone hit me from behind. I crash through the coffee table onto the floor. The person walked away. I don't even know who was in the room with me. James who were you talking to? Who was with us here tonight?

I heard no voices.Where are the voices? I want them back! My love, my James. He took care of me where was he? Why did they leave.

I cried, Were they gone, silent, or had they been imaginary? All the people I killed were for James and he left me. Why james! why!?

Will I ever know why? Who was I? Destined to be the murderer known as Hazely Rain? Had all that been just some insane creation from my mind? Nothing at all. Oh my head! I blacked out again.

I awaken sun beating directly on me. Oh it burns so brightly in my eyes. My skin feels ablaze. My mind is hurting, oh the noise it's unbearable. What noise?

The voices? James? Blood trickling down my eyes nose ears and mouth. I'm being ripped apart internally! I lay motionless on what seems to be a bathroom floor. The room is spining and im still grogy.They're looking for Hazely Rain. Was that me? What happened? I couldn't remember? I had lost my mind. All I knew was that I had to find James. Who was James? How would I find the only link I had to my past? My past.... but where was I now? I crawled out of the bathroom and tried to get up in the hall way with no luck. The t.v. blaring the news about a serial murderer. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew they were looking for her, whoever she was.

Wandering the rooms I see dead bodies on the floor, in the closets and under the bed. Every step I take i'm walking in a puddle blood. Shreds of clothes all over the floor and a room full of faces pinned onto the wall. I don't even know why I'm so comfortable. How could I be walking there and not pukeing and all. I slipped on what seemed to be a finger and now i'm in desperate need of the shower.

I enter the bathroom some how and someones already there looks like they're still alive. She's gagged up and dripping with blood and she starts to shake and shiver when she see's me come in. I could see the fear in her eyes, I could taste it in my mouth. My first instinct wasn't to let her go. I took out a blade from out of nowhere and i began to slice her deep into her skin like the knife was a part of her. Her muffled screams didn't bother me, her blood was warm and the feeling was intoxicating as I crawled into the tub with her reliving my pain. Then echoed the laughter, James was home i'd no longer be alone.The police outside are pounding the door.