A/N: Here is another chapter, uploaded sooner than I had even thought it would be. Apologies in advance for any errors, you know how this goes with the way this website sometimes acts. No worries, this is far from the last chapter. Oh and lest I forget, enjoy.

The placating blur of weariness fell like a heavy curtain, spiraling quickly into an unsettling slumber.

Blood settled upon the dirty floor and upon his torn flesh as he rested, however tormented by a new nightmare and a voice within this.

You failed.

Eyes opened radiating blue and wide with shock.

"Who said that?"

Does it really matter? You've fucked everything up.

This time the voice retorted with a mocking tone.

Trying to stand the imposter found himself too weak and fell back to the floor his wounds reminding him of the fact that they were still there and screaming at his foolishness. His gaze darted to each corner of the room, looking for a source.

"What do you want from me?"

Nothing at all. But I know something about you. You wanted this. You wanted it to end in this very way. There's no use trying to deny it.

Looking down at the floor beneath him, he knew it was true. He was so obsessed that he wanted all of this. It was a twisted thing to have wanted but the voice, his conscience was right. His obsession had become perverse. With every fiber of his knowing, he wanted Dan. Wasn't this really why he had become him? The teasing he had done when Dan had first found out about him stealing his life, his everything. It was a cruel game but a highly satisfying one. With every grin he'd flashed at his victim he knew exactly what it was doing to himself even if it was buried in his subconscious in the beginning.

This was more than just identity theft, so much more was invested in it than just that indeed.

Just then the nightmare shifted to more of a dark theme, his former captive entering the room with an unreadable expression, his face darkened by the shadows that lingered.

He could only watch as he was approached, the silence deafening.

A syringe was produced and a sickly smile formed on that of Dan's face as the needle was plunged into the imposter's arm without mercy and a soft yet cruel whisper lingering on the others lips.

"I hope it was all worth it for you. It's a shame that you never realized it would come down to this. Now do me a favor and die."

Watching in horror as the veins that snaked up his arms became more visible bulging and blue, the imposter tried to scream but nothing came out. This world spiraling, the room shifting like oceanic waves and mocking laughter echoed in his mind. Desperation sank in immediately as his mind began to break and he clawed at his arms shredding what flesh he could with not so much as iota of hesitance to slow him. Only insanity remained as everything turned into an eventual blackness.

Finally a scream tore through the apartment as the sheer terror finally reached it's climax thus causing the imposter to awaken.

His entire body trembling and cold as he examined himself for any vestiges of such a horrific dream despite being curled into a tight ball against the wall.

It was only a dream.

He sighed softly despite the very realness of the ordeal that he had awoken to. However he was still fearful of his situation though thankful that at least he was not dying. Not yet.

Soon the sound of footsteps drew closer and he listened intently, bracing for whatever Dan had in store for him.

The doorknob turned slowly as soon as the footsteps ended, a few words spoken from just outside presumably to Mr. Mumbles.

Stepping inside Dan took a moment to look at his former enemy, noting how he looked visibly disturbed even more so than when he had left him. Even though he had told himself repeatedly that he wouldn't have pity for this man, he felt his feelings begin to betray him. Reaching over to the bedsheets, he lifted them from the bed and lay them in front of his captive.

No words were exchanged, however the imposter dared to stare into the emerald eyes of the one who kept him chained there. His own gaze held no hatred for once, instead an anguish remained.

Breaking the stare, Dan turned around. "If you think I'm letting you go that easily, you're mistaken."

A elapse of silence followed in the next seconds..

"Thank you." The imposter had barely found his voice to say this, but he meant it and it took Dan by surprise. This was the last thing he'd expected as he turned to look at the other, reading his expression trying to analyze what the meaning of saying such a thing would be.

"Whatever."

Such a simple word that seemed to suit his frustration in not knowing what else to say.

The imposter decided against everything to steel himself for what he was about to reveal.

"You were right before, Dan. All of this..it was never so simple as a crime or vengeance against you. There's more to it."

Dan could only stare in shock at what he had been told but continued to listen.

"At first, you were just another victim in an identity theft plot on my behalf, but then it started becoming something else. I didn't even realize it for awhile but I began to feel different about it..about you."

Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, Dan took all of this in disbelievingly, his fingers idly rubbing his facial hair as he tried to wrap his mind around all of it.

"How can I believe you and what you are telling me?" He spoke with a considerable skepticism.

The imposter, who had wrapped the bedsheets around him looked down at the floor in thought before responding.

"Look at me Dan, you have won. I have nothing left to gain from this. I just thought I owed you the truth. In some twisted sense..I love you."

The last three words were spoken in more of a hushed tone and the verification of truth was written on his face as he looked back at Dan, his disheveled hair falling halfway over his face.

Dan could only stare as these words registered in his mind. Had he ever truly been loved by anyone? Hortence sure, but only for a day. That was in the past and seemed so insignificant now.

New feelings began to pour into Dan's heart and mind as he rose from the chair and walked over to his imposter. It was as if he was in a dream unable to stop himself, everything was ethereal.

Bending down, he looked at his captor for a moment before speaking in an unusually quite tone. "I can't forgive you for what you've done, but I love you too."

The response was simple yet sincere.

"I would never ask that of you."

With words having been said, Dan found himself embracing the weakened man that lay before him. The tenderness that Dan had been so hesitant to show to anyone before became overflowing as he broke the embrace. The imposter despite his weariness met his gaze as he rose up, kissing him on the lips and silence met the room again.

The world seemed to stand still as Dan took this too in, before joining him finally on the floor and pulling his imposter into his embrace. He knew he'd have to help him to heal, but for now the desire for closeness was stifling. He'd longed for a closeness for so long with someone and now here it was. His fingers found the imposter's hair and stroked it idly as he reveled in such a feeling. Despite how it had came to be, Dan would relinquish it under no circumstance.