Disclaimer: I don’t own Fight Club. I don’t even own A fight club.

A/N: Marla. Love interest? Part of the twisted plot? A prop? Just a stupid waste of space? Or the thing that started it all? What is Marla, who is Marla, there is more to her that meets the eye.

TYLER knew this……..

If you thought the mayhem was over you were sadly mistaken.

Told from Marla Singers point of view.

Enjoy.

My name is Marla Singer, sounds nice doesn’t it? But what is a name really…an identification of who we are. So I’ve told you my name, does that mean you know me? How could you, we just met, all you know of me is a name.

Marla Singer.

I am going to tell you about my life. No real, reason, except perhaps I’d like you to know, I’d like someone on this planet to know my full story before I pass away.

Do the big death thing. And maybe I’d like to know myself, so I’m telling you a story but I’m also telling myself my story.

But actually, no that will sound too much like an autobiography.

I hate autobiographies. Celebrities and past presidents put what they recall to be happy preppy memories of childhood or contrariwise of hard times living on the street or some other crap that is just nonsense.

Like, it’s the ultimate prostitution isn’t it? Selling your life story to the world.

Selling yourself page, by page letting go of your secrets till you have nothing of your own.

Whoring that memory of your first kiss to the general public.

This story, MY life story is not for sale, I’m giving it away. Like I gave everything else of mine away, my home, my job, my dignity. My heart.

I won’t bore you with my past, I don’t dwell on it, and I’ll skip passed it to the resent future, just after the incident that was catalogued PROJECT MAYHEM….

“Oh. My god. Tyler…what the fk have you done!?” were the exact words that whispered out of my lips as the rubble of several tower buildings piled under our eyes.

“I’m sorry Marla. I am really sorry I involved you in all this” said Tyler. He didn’t look at me; he kept his eyes firmly fixed out the window and downwards at the destruction. His eyes started to fill with tears. “Oh Tyler, Tyler Tyler Tyler” was what he repeated over and over again, to himself.

“What now?” I asked, to be honest, I was scared. I had found out bout Tyler’s split personality awhile ago. I had tried to help him. But I would have never imagined that it was to this scale of……epic craziness.

“I don’t know Marla, Tyler knew everything. I was asleep.”

Back at the Paper Street Soap factory, the space monkeys had disappeared, leaving behind nothing that suggested their presence. Tyler had trained them well.

The house was as it always had been: a standing wreck.

Enter two walking wrecks.

I helped Tyler into his room and kissed him on the forehead.

“Stay with me Marla.” He croaked “Make sure I sleep this time” his voice was cracking, and I saw something I had never seen in Tyler’s eyes before. Fear.

Actual fear.

I held his hand “Okay”

I waited for him to fall asleep and I stayed up and watched him like some demented mother watching her child sleep in a fever.

That night, for the first time Tyler didn’t wander in his sleep, he didn’t start organising anything; he didn’t go to any of his night jobs.

He just slept.

When the wee hours of the morning rolled around my eyes started to droop, by four am I had nodded off as well.

I woke up with a start, Tyler’s bed was empty.

Fk! I thought as I stumbled down the stairs, luckily Tyler was in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee.

“Hey Marla….” He smiled. But God, it wasn’t Tyler’s smile; Tyler’s smile was always a sort of a smirk as if he was laughing at some thick inside joke he had just told himself. This smile, this guy...was more...hesitant; shy even. Not my type at all.

“Ah yeah…” I yawned, God I was tired.

“You should get some sleep Marla” said Tyler in his new shy voice, “There’s a couch over there...”

Without thinking, I flopped onto the mouldy old settee and drifted into a snooze.

I had slept for over three hours when I felt a cold hard hand slap against my mouth and hold it shut.

My eyes shot open and I let out a strained muffled yell.

Tyler was leaning in towards me, his face red from the blood that leaked from the dozen or so fresh cuts that quilted his face, his arms were littered with theses little slits too.

His face had a demented look on it, like the old Tyler just before peaking, only this time he had this horrible toothy grin that stretched his mouth as far as it could go, his eyes, were glowing like a devils fire dancing in his soul windows.

That’s what I liked to call eyes, soul windows. I’m not going to bother to explain it. You’re not that stupid.

Tyler started giggling, cruel little distorted chuckles that sent me trembling, oh so creepy.

That’s when I saw the knife.

A big butcher’s knife was gripped in Tyler’s free hand; dripping in what I could only hope was his own blood.

Tyler raised it up and spoke “Naughty Marla… ” He tuted “You feel asleep…” his breath was high and sharp “You were supposed to be watching Jack”

JACK?!

Tyler’s soul windows glowed brighter as his face contorted into a sinister glare “He asked you to help him, you failed. You failed at life Marla” he giggled “Now all you have left to achieve is death”

I could feel the panic swell up inside me. He was going to kill me.

….I think what surprised me was that I was surprised.

But what shocked me was my own fear, why was I afraid of death. I had embraced it before, craved it even. But now…

“Marla, Marla…” Tyler’s voice brought me back out of my thoughts with a jump “You failed life. You failed Jack. But you won’t fail me Marla. I know you won’t. You’re going to help me Marla. A new project has come to light Operation Chaos.”

He leaned in closer, removed his hand from my mouth and kissed it forcefully. He brought his head back up and stared hard into my soul windows.

“Tyler is back…and he’s very, very pissed!”

A/N: oh crap OO ….Well what do you think? Good opening? Wonder what happens next? This story entails the true potential of Marla in Tyler’s plans. With prominence, you never could have imagined… Please review!