I am Jack's Cold Shock

“You met me at a very strange time in my life.” And that was the last thing I said to Marla Singer, as we watched the credit buildings collapse around us.

We'd been right, Tyler and I. Restoring everyone to zero did set Chaos into motion.

I am Jack's disgusted amusement.

Marla and I had our relationship now. Tyler was gone, or so it seemed. Shooting myself through the jaw might not have been the smartest thing I could have done, but it seemed it had accomplished its purpose...

The extermination of Tyler Durden.

I am Jack's smirking derision.

We'd had a relationship for a while. We'd been in a real relationship, not just fucking like Marla and Tyler, but a real, hand holding, dating, going out for dinner sort of thing. She and I, we understood each other. She understood my sick mind, I understood her need to be known, to feel something, anything. Sure, we fucked a lot. What insane person doesn't?

I am Jack's contemplated contentment.

“Tyler I-”
“Marla, shut the fuck up. What have I told you about calling me that?” We were laying side-by-side, after a night of yet another very long fuck session. She was there, her dark eyes still glazed over in the after effects, her wild hair curling around her on the pillow, and a cigarette cradled in between those full, plump lips.

And for a minute? Marla Singer transformed.

For a minute, she wasn't the person I'd been fucking for the last two months. For a minute, she was the person I WISHED I'd been fucking for the last two months. She was a man, well built, with short dark hair, burning dark eyes, and a smirking grin that told you he knew everything there was to know. But that man was gone. And I'd been seeing glimpses of him everywhere.

Like the clips he used to put into films, when he changed the reels on childrens' movies, I saw flashes of him, when I wasn't even looking. He'd be in the corner of my eye, just always out of reach, and when I turned my head around to face him, he was gone.

“Damn straight I wouldn't be hanging around to see you.” No way. No fucking way that Tyler Durden was actually standing OUTSIDE my room. Watching Marla fuck me. Wait...Marla?

I am Jack's cold shock.

Marla had gotten on top of me and was bouncing herself up and down, and Tyler was watching from the doorway, that cool smirk on his face, as amused as ever,
“So I left and you started fucking my girlfriend, thinking I was dead?”

I am Jack's burning desires.