My head throbbed and i felt myself blacking out again. I tried to fight the sinking sensation, but i didnt have the strength to resist it. My fragmented mind was slipping away, as i was pulled back in the darkness.
An incessant drip..drip…drip brought me round. Though my mind was fogged, i became aware of rain. Heavy rain and frightening thunder roared from the heaven. The drip was infuriating, but my body ached so much…that i had to surrender to it.
Forcing my eyes to open, i discovered myself to be a complete mess.
My lower lip was slit, ribs ached but on inspection, not broken. My left eye was swollen. I knew the punch was hard as soon as it landed on my face. Damn you, Tyler!
My eyes are somehow open and are rolling over the broken glasses, which is letting the rain in, rats moving all around with utmost freedom, doors creaking as the wind strikes them hard. Yes. You guessed it right. My home sweet home. Back in the days it was a two-storeyed bungalow. But now, it’s haunting. It seems only vampires of the fairy tales could live here. But it’s cool to me. The ancient wood is strong and furnitures oriental. It sends a royal tickle down the bone.
Tring, Tring! Rang the telephone.
Hello? Whose there?
“Its me Marla Singer, you asshole. Thanks for last night, Tyler. I havent been fucked like this since high school! It’s gonna be the fuck of the century.”
“Wait, it’s not Tyler here. I’ll convey your message to him, though.”
What the fuck are you talking about Tyler? The scars affected your brain. But not your dick. I must say that!”
Dead. She hung up.
Marla Singer. She is one hell of a woman. A member of the Prostrate Cancer Community. God dammit! I have known her from the time I moved to this place. Tyler and Marla would always be on first floor and I, downstairs would hear the bed creaking periodically. She says she lets Tyler fuck her, so that life doesnt fuck up with her. A complicated soul. A bitch!
But what concerns me is not what they did yesterday night, but why will she confuse me with Tyler Durden. What is wrong with her?
Okay. It’s time to get up.
I crawled to the edge of the bed, with my right leg aching as hell. It seems to be fractured. I forcibly threw my legs down, transferred by weight on my legs and there i am. Ta-da! Standing. Though my knees are hurting, I planned to walk upto the door. I did it somehow dragging myself on one foot.
I walked down the ladders, which were creaking on each step I landed on them. Helping myself on the less injured leg, I finally reached the kitchen.
The members of Tyler’s MAYHEM project were down there, working on something horrific and probably dangerous. Either they are gonna blow up a whole fuckin’ city or whatever insane thing comes to their mind. Tyler wanted anarchy, and so the result was this motherfucking project.
The workers gave me an awkward look, inspected my injuries with their eyes and went back to work again. Nobody asked or even a spoke a word to me.
Well, it was me who broke the silence. “Where is Tyler?”
They replied all at once – “The first rule of Mayhem Project is-no questions. The second rule of Mayhem Project is- No Questions!”
“C’mon, tell me where’s Tyler! ”
“Is that a test, sir? ” a confused Leto replied.
“What? What’s a test in this? ”
“Coz you are Tyler Durden.”
I was dumbstruck. C’mon ass-face. Don’t fuck with me. Where is Tyler?
“You are Tyler, sir!” replied the other guys.
“I am Tyler Durden? What the fuck is wrong with these guys? I was thinking Marla was kidding me, but these guys had no ways to fool me. If the Mayhem Project members said something, it’s gonna be true. Even if they said the sun rises from the west, it would do so from the next morning.
What the hell is going on?