Adam walked the streets his hair dying loosing its brown color and his eyes turning a almost blind looking grey. In one hand he held a a scalpel in hand. The small blade curved nicely and clean. Adam's breaths where shaky, as well as his arms. He walked bear footed along the side walk his pail skin glowing in what light was left shinning on him. His hands over his faced trying to keep himself together. He peered ahead threw a crack in his fingers seeing a police station in front of him. A smile spread across his faced as his head twitched as the other side of him tries to keep him distracted and fill his mind with the planes and ploys they could do on this one night.<br/><br/>Adam shook his head with a loud grunt grabbing the handle of the door dropping his only weapon, the scalpel, to the ground. He clutched his head in pain. "QUITE!" he yelled feeling like he just kept getting louder. He growls as he leans against the door to the picking the surgical blade back up. His head pounding with pain like someone was beating on it from the inside trying to break threw his skull to get out. "He cant get out..." he said to him self now calling it a he. The other him even giving him self another name. He repeated this as he started into the police station. His voice slowly bouncing off the walls of the halls. Repeating the same sentence over and over.