This is a snippet of the events in "Control" from Vincent's point of view. I may do one for Damien, too.

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Monster

It's cold. Freezing. I'm sitting out here, on the porch freezing my ass off and all I can think about are the three, angry, stinging, red lines that have tiny dots of blood welling up here and there. My whole arm hurts from them. It hurts to move it, hurts to look at it. I wonder how long it will be until someone comes out to find me. Asks me to pull off my shirt to bandage the arm. Notices the circular bruise over my sternum (from his knee). The bite mark on my neck (from his teeth). The blood blister on my left hip (from his right hand). I wonder if I still have the bruise on my back from where he threw me against the lockers and I caught a handle right across the spine, in my lower back. I wonder if there's still that cut in my hairline from when he grabbed my hood and shoved my head into the edge of the Coke machine on the third floor.

They'll notice the trail of hickeys from my right shoulder to my right nipple. They'll notice the matching ones near the hem of my boxers. I'm sure I look like death sexed over right now. I'm lucky I don't have the black eye anymore. I said I had fallen during soccer. Hit a kid's cleat on the way to the ground. I don't think anyone bought it. But it's better if no one knows about us fighting. Or anything else about us.

I haven't gone inside still. I don't want any one to see me like this. And I don't want to see him. He's up in my sister's room, flirting with her over their calculus homework. He's sweet to her, caring, a sort of brushing feeling. She doesn't know about us. About how we're nothing but sweet. We're angry; we're primal and hurtful. If we're not trying to inflict physical harm, we're trying to ruin the other one.

It's hard to ruin someone that gives you no foothold in bringing them down. He's a brick wall without any cracks. He's impossible, he's disgusting, he's vindictive. I'm impossible, I'm disgusting, I'm vindictive.

We're made for each other, really. Like two peas in a pod.

If the peas were trying to kill each other.