DeLacy walked along the side walk beside Lauren. Hands in her pockets. She was rather silent not saying anything. Lauren glanced at DeLacy as she walked in complete silence.

"Thank you", whispered Lauren.

DeLacy smirked, "I've heard that word too much. I don't want to be thanked", said DeLacy looking up at the darkening sky. The sun was setting over the horizon.

"Oh......sorry", said Lauren.

"I don't want an apology either Sergeant", said DeLacy.

"Sor-", Lauren stopped herself and DeLacy shook her head taking a drag.

"It's alright, you didn't know. All I want is that. Nothing more. No favors. No special treatment. I don't want it. Not from a woman like you", said DeLacy stopping at the side walk leading towards Lauren's small living area next to the mail box. It was much smaller than DeLacy's and she smiled liking it. But she sighed looking at Lauren.

"Good night", she said turning on her heel and walked away.

"Good night", said Lauren. DeLacy gave an aloof wave and walked back.

She lifted her head stopping for a moment looking at the sky. "This place hasn't changed a bit", she muttered.

DeLacy sighed veering off to a small path walking down towards a man made pond. She stood there at the edge watching the sun slowly disappear. She was still alive. She was thankful for it.

DeLacy turned her head hearing footsteps in the grained path staring. She turned her gaze back to the water seeing Anderson. He stared at her in silence. The breeze blowing her strands free for a moment. He swallowed staring as she stood their silently. The smoke rising up and her brown eyes reflected the setting sun.

"DeLacy", said Anderson. "I'm sorry-"

"I'm not", interrupted DeLacy not looking at Anderson. His jaw stiffened.

DeLacy sighed casting down her eyes muttering and took her cigarette in her fingers, "And another man joins to make the twilight love triangle. Fantastic", she huffed. She laughed at herself, "Now I have this to put on my mind".

DeLacy then tossed her pack of cigarettes to him. "They may not be nicotine, but it's better for you anyways. It'll help you think", she said walking past Anderson.

He held them but turned grabbing her arm. DeLacy frowned, "I've done enough thinking these past years I've known you", said Anderson.

"Yes, tsch! You've done a lot of thinking. But that was when you knew me. Not when I knew who you truly were", said DeLacy pulling out her arm walking forward.

"Even after all the years you've known me you still don't respect my ideals because you disagree with them. The world isn't twisted because we have guns and grenades Anderson. The world is twisted because we don't respect one another for who we are and for what we desire", I said.

"Then get to know me now", said Anderson.

DeLacy looked back shaking her head, "I'd prefer the image that I had before the one I know now", said DeLacy.

Anderson slammed his arm around DeLacy's waist surprising her making her stumble. He turned rotating his back slamming into the grass. DeLacy groan pushing herself up annoyed. But Anderson pushed the back of her head forward and he raised his head kissing her.

DeLacy pushed off but he snatched her wrists with his large hand holding her firmly. "Anderson stop-" Anderson muffled DeLacy his fingers curling harder in the back of her head and he felt her strands. His lips moving against her's in a rhythmic fashion.

Anderson broke hovering looking at DeLacy's eyes. They were angry. "DeLacy I know....I know our beliefs as to how you should live your life differ.....I know I've lied to you a millennium of times..... But won't you try to understand that.....that I want to keep you safe. Not just because it's my job......but because you are the only woman who has made me feel this way, please.....I want you....I need you", whispered Anderson.

"I'm not playing this game, I will not have this. No-",

"Why? Why are you so afraid to love someone else?", asked Anderson.

"Because in this I always lose", warned DeLacy pulling her wrists but Anderson gripped tighter not losing them.

"Kiss me", said Anderson.

"No!", snapped DeLacy.

"You did it with Jane May to make her happy. Why not for me?", asked Anderson DeLacy was pulling back her head against his palm.

"Because it won't make you happy", warned DeLacy.

Anderson looked at DeLacy, "You don't know me", he whispered raising his head and pushed down DeLacy's head towards his. Anderson pushed her closer dropping his head onto the ground feeling the stones in his hair. DeLacy didn't have the strength to fight him. Her wrists bound. Anderson slowly released her wrists and raised his hands behind her head and down to her neck holding her firmly in suppression.

DeLacy gave a hard shove pulling off stumbling and she stood her head spinning. She shook her head holding it.

No, no no, no!

It soared with pain and her breath quickened as she began to lose air. Her whole body shook vibrating and she fell to her knees. "No, no! No! Not again! No, no!", she whispered paranoid. Her heart was pounding and her eyes staring into the abyss of the ground fearfully as she shook. She shut her eyes.

Tears fell, "No, no! Your supposed to be dead!", she whispered.

"DeLacy?!", yelled Anderson.

Spit flew from her mouth as she pressed her forehead against the ground. "He's supposed to be dead! He's supposed to be dead! Why the hell do I still see him?! Gahhhhh!", DeLacy was tense and straining. She could only see his face. That's all she saw. The horrible frightful face. The one who dominated her entire life.

"Get out of my head! Get out! Get out!", she whimpered.

Anderson gripped her shoulders, "DeLacy! DeLacy who?!", yelled Anderson.

DeLacy was shivering without any control as she gripped her head spitting her face covered in tears as she half cried and half screamed. The symptoms were coming back and Anderson saw her eyes fill with anger and hate as she saw his face and her hands flew to his throat.

Anderson tried to push her off but her new found aggression was thrown at him. He felt her fingers clench at his throat and push with full force. Anderson began to choke.

"Anderson!", called distant voices.

"DeLacy get off him!", yelled Rollins sprinting and pried her hands away. Louis pulled her with Rollins off of Anderson who turned vomiting and coughing breathing for air.

"What hell has gotten into you?!", yelled Rollins. He was shocked her face was covered in tears and she was shaking nonstop prettified.

Lawrence stared from his kneeled position aghast at what he saw.

DeLacy pulled her arms from Rollins Louis stumbling back. Louis and Rollins approached her but she backed away standing and burst off sprinting.

Jackson sprinted roaring past Rollins and tackled DeLacy hating that he had done it and DeLacy clawed at him like an animal screaming, "Get away! Get your filthy hands off!", she yelled.

"Get out of my head! Get out of my head! Your supposed to be dead! Your supposed to be-",

DeLacy! DeLacy look at me! Look at me!", yelled Jackson reeking of beer, DeLacy shut her eyes refusing and sobbed.

DeLacy was shaking underneath him. Shivering and crying. She didn't see or recognize any of the men. She could only see him. Him.

She could only see the face of her father.