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[To Sun Tzu] "You're the one jumping around like a ninny, half-starved for attention because your box is about as dry as the Gobi Desert and you have no one to make a river run through it."

Lindsay Troy

Title: Nature vs Nurture: Episode 3
Featuring: The Sentinel
Date: Today
Location: Around

What I saw in Harvey the day we met at the 718 precinct will forever give me chills to the day I die. I had known, as Angela had known, that Harvey had gone through a transformation the likes of which none of us ever anticipated. However, that is a gross understatement to the reality of it. In truth, and I say this in hindsight, Harvey didn’t so much transform into another person as he allowed himself to be possessed by another person. I’ve heard many stories of people completely changing their personalities after experiencing severe trauma. But I had never heard of a story of such drastic change as Harvey. I knew of only one person who could help me understand this. That person was serving out a life sentence for the many crimes she committed. I need not tell you how awkward our meeting was.

Even in the orange jump suit, she still seemed extremely attractive. But there was something different of her. She no longer walked with that aura of confidence she once had. She seemed to be pretty much like a Christmas decoration: they were flashy and beautiful on the inside, but they crack easily and have nothing on the inside. So it was with Karla, who at this point in her life only had her looks. And I’m not sure that was any kind of advantage given the bruises I saw on her face and on her body she tried to cover up.

She sat down across from me and gave me a weak, half-hearted smile. I had never seen her so defeated, so lifeless. I almost felt sorry for her until I reminded her that she kidnapped by daughter and was responsible for a few orphaned children deaths as well. I don’t remember exactly how long we looked at each other before either of us said a word, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t as long as it felt.

"How’s Angela?" She asked first. She seemed genuinely interested in the well being of my daughter. But I could not fully trust her since she had a terrific talent for manipulation and naturally assumed she had an ulterior motive.

"You know damn well what happened to her, don’t you?" I replied back. I was sure she had heard of Angela’s rape, of Harvey stealing my identity, of well pretty much everything.

She told me that she did not know about Angela’s rape, or anything else for that matter. And when she said that, she had the most worried look in her eyes, as if she still saw Angela as her daughter. Her rightful daughter, she would say. I mistook that look on her face for the loneliness of not being able to have a family of her own. Then I realized that she was trying to reach out to me, she was trying to regain some sense of usefulness in her life.

"I need your help," I told her.

"I sensed that."

I explained to her the full details of Angela’s rape leading to a massive transformation in Harvey. I explained everything Harvey did from quitting his job, to stealing my Sentinel masks, to picking fights with anything and everyone. When I was done, I expected her to answer my questions, to give me some kind of sign that everything was going to be all right. Instead, she just stared off to the side. I think perhaps at the wall behind me.

"Aren’t you going to say anything?" I asked her. "You’re the one who knows all about this metaphysical stuff."

"Did you know that a few years ago I was diagnosed with cancer?"

The question caught me by surprise. I said I did not before immediately realizing that it was right around the time of the GTT6 tournament where she kidnapped my daughter and had kidnapped several other children as well.

"The doctors only gave me a few years to live. You know me, though. I was never one to accept bad news."

I laughed. To most, it would have seem like a heartless gesture, but to us it was an inside joke.

"I didn’t care what I did, or who I hurt, because I had a vision. No one was going to tell me when I was going die. But it never worked out. The police found my work and as you know I ended up here serving a life sentence."

She started laughing almost hysterically after she said that last sentence. I admit it made me uneasy and reminded of how cold she could be.

"I used to be afraid of dying," She explained. "I’m actually looking forward to it now. I used to think that knowing the day you will die was the worst living nightmare. Now, I see it for the blessing it is. In a year or so, I’ll be dead. And I couldn’t be happier."

At that point, I realized more clearly the marks and bruises she had all over body. I realized also that she wasn’t staring at the wall to avoid me; she was avoiding looking at the guards standing by the door. She wasn’t so much looking forward to death as she was wishing it could be here now. Then I realized something else as well.

"Are you saying Harvey is going to die?"

She shook her head. "I’m saying he might already be dead."

I got up and walked out of the room. I looked back at her and hoped that she would be wrong. Oh, how I hoped she would be wrong.


Nature versus Nurture: Episode 3 "Atavism"


Harvey was hunched over the bathroom sink in the Sentinel outfit sans mask. The match with Eddie O’Neal had been a grueling affair and Harvey was sporting fresh bruises on his body from their encounter. But it was not those bruises that pained Harvey, and it was not the match with Eddie that overwhelmed him. It was the fact that he could not recognize the reflection in the mirror. Sure, it was him. But there was something different about it as well.

"Who are you," Harvey whispered.

I’m you.

"Get the fuck out of my head," Harvey whispered angrily. He turned the faucet on and cupping a handful of water splashed his face.

You are fucking pathetic.

"Get the fuck out of my head!" Harvey cried out and punched the medicine cabinet window. It shattered and the glass cut into his knuckles. He bleed into the sink filled with water.

Avoid me like you’ve avoided every problem in your life, Harvey.

Harvey succumbed to the bathroom floor. He sat on the wet floor, his hands bleeding, and cried. "What do you want from me?"

It’s not what I want. It’s what you need.

Harvey closed his eyes not knowing what was going to happen next. In his mind, he saw a vision that greatly disturbed him and he knew then that he had lost complete control.

Some Things Never Change

This was their fourth house in seven months and their routine had become just about perfect. They would scout the area for a few weeks, immerse themselves into the neighborhood to the point where people considered them part of their circle. However, they never made any contact with anyone, never talked to anyone, all in an effort to remain as just another face. Their ultimate goal was to see how hospitable the neighborhood seemed and to find the least secure person. This is why their three previous home invasions all worked because the people at home never experienced anything criminal in their lives. They opened the door for pretty much anyone because they had no reason to suspect it could ever happen to them. Until now.

This brunette haired half Greek and half Italian woman, whose license said her name was Rachel Volapoulos, didn't willingly open the door for her assailants. She was on her way to pick up her kids at the elementary school when she opened the door. The first thing she saw was the revolver aimed straight at her face. She screamed but, in the suburban neighborhood of Howard Beach, there was no one to hear her cries for help. The leader of the men pushed her back into the house. They stuffed a sock in her mouth, taped over it and dragged her to the master room bedroom. They took turns raping her.

"The bitch looks like she wants more," one of the masked men said.

They looked at the woman, Rachel, laying on the bed with her body stained with bruises and bodily fluids. She was indeed staring at them, but she wasn't looking at them. Whatever she was looking at, or thinking about, it was safe to assume it wasn't about this moment.

"Can't get enough huh?" one of the other men said, unzipping his pants. "Dem white girls are straight freaks. I got you, though."

"What the fuck are you doing?" the leader said. He was standing by the window, with the shades down, peeking out at the neighborhood seeing if their commotion had disturbed any of the neighbors.

""Just having some fun, man. Chill out."

One of the masked men slapped the girl's ass so hard, her body bounced on the bed and she yelped. Everyone thought it was the most hilarious thing they've ever seen. The girl, she didn't seem to think so. She kept staring straight ahead, almost towards the ceiling, and mouthed the words help me.

"What the hell is she doing?" the leader asked, walking away from the windows.

The man who had slapped her ass looked up at the ceiling in about the same area that the girl would have been looking at. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary at first. Then he cussed.

"What?"

"There's a red light behind the ventilation there. I think that shit's a camera or something."

Two of the masked men grabbed the nearby chair and used it to climb to the ventilation chamber. It was screwed shut. One of them pulled out a switchblade and tried to use that to unscrew the ventilation cover. The leader, meanwhile, walked over to the girl and lifted her slightly off the bed by her throat.

"Where the fuck is the video," the leader demanded to know.

Rachel didn't answer. She bit her lips and tried to show that she wasn't afraid anymore.

The leader punched her. "Where is the fucking video."

The pain was incredible. Blood trickled down from her nose down to her breasts. If Rachel could cry, she would. "Not here," she whispered softly.

The leader shook her up. "Where the fuck is the video."

Rachel could barely stay conscious now. She dozed in and out of consciousness. She muttered, "Direct feed. Silent alarm."

"We gotta get the fuck out of here," one of the men said to the leader, tugging at his arm. The other two trying to open the ventilation cover stopped their efforts. They agreed.

"Fucking bitch."

"Come on, man, Terence. We gots to fucking go."

The leader stared hard at the man who had called him Terence. But he had no time to rectify his gross mistake. They had to leave the area immediately.

Catching A Break

Detective McKenzie kept on his desk a special unmarked manila folder. It contained only the cases of utmost priority and most of them were currently unsolved. There was one case in particular that drew McKenzie's completion devotion. It was the case of a home invasion occurred in June at the house of a medical school student who came home and witnessed his mother and girlfriend raped repeatedly before his eye. The case was horrendous for McKenzie to stomach. Unfortunately, it was not the last of such occurrence. Two more calls came into the Queens precinct, both with the same M. O. as the Harvey case. The assailants entered the house without any evidence of tampering, left anything of value in the house, and appeared to only rape the females inhabiting the house. Each week that passed without any leads made McKenzie curse his job.

"I'm pretty sure I missed something," McKenzie whispered aloud.

"You've gone over the file a hundred times."

McKenzie looked over to his side. The voice came from Sarah, another veteran detective on the force. She was working her own cases, but occasionally lend McKenzie some help, mostly in terms of psychology profiles.

McKenzie pulled out the case files and browsed his computer files to the case. "How can all three houses not be able to identify any of them?"

Sarah walked over and stood behind McKenzie. They stared at the screen together at the few still images they had of the suspects. Most of the images were very blurry and it was nigh impossible to get a clear view of the suspects.

"I don't really see how any of the victims could identify their attackers in these images," Sarah said.

McKenzie sighed. "It's the only visual evidence we have. None of the victims can even remember their eye colors, or any marks. Nothing."

Sarah mumbled, tapping McKenzie on the shoulder. "The Harvey kid, the kid from the first case, he remembered something didn't he?"

McKenzie slouched back in his chair. "It was really nothing. He wanted to know if the other victims reported any scars or markings on the attackers. I said one of them had a scar on hand just below the thumb and he confirmed that it wasn't the attackers."

"And he was sure about that?"

"He was completely positive and the girl was, too."

"Strange."

McKenzie turned his seat to face her. "What's on your mind?"

"It is impossible to identify these suspects on the images unless you know exactly what you are looking for."

McKenzie took a deep breathe. "You're saying Harvey was looking for the scar all along?"

Sarah nodded. "Unless I was looking for it, I would have missed it completely myself. You said all he did was ask about the scar and then nothing else?"

McKenzie slammed his fist on his desk. "Son of a bitch."

"Harvey knew what he was looking for. He knew all along."

McKenzie stood up from his chair and walked briskly to pick up his pea coat. "We have to get to find Harvey."

At that moment, a young policeman burst into the room. He seemed out of breathe, but the expression on his face suggested he had some very vital information.

"What's the matter with you," Sarah asked, smiling. Seeing rookie policeman always put a smile on her face.

"Detective, you're not going to believe this," the young cop said to McKenzie. "But that case you been working on about the home rapes? Well, we just got a silent alarm feed from a house. The security company also sent us a direct video of the crime."

McKenzie's eyes lit up. "What are you saying?"

"Sir, it's the same guys from the other cases. This time, they're on video!"

"Where did this happen?" Sarah asked.

"Howard Beach. About twenty minutes ago."

"Shit," McKenzie cussed. "That's only half an hour away from Harvey's neighborhood. We gotta get to Harvey fast."

McKenzie put on his pea coat and ran out the door.

It's Not You, It's Me

Harvey stood outside Wolfgang's house in the brisk New York winter. The bitter wind made his bruises ache a bit more. But Harvey was used to pain by now. It no longer affected him. His mind, however, was another thing.

Harvey continued to the ring the doorbell. He had been waiting for a while now. Truth be told, he had no idea what he was doing here. He only knew he was supposed to be here because that's what he said. Somehow, Angela was important to helping Harvey get better.

Angela finally answered the door. She was in a blue jumper outfit, folding her arms, quivering from the cold breeze at the door.

Harvey smiled a bit. "Can I come in?"

Angela hesitated. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

Harvey shrugged. "Have it your way. We can talk out here in the cold."

Angela grumbled. She stepped aside and invited Harvey into the living room. "Fine."

Harvey tried to give her a kiss, but Angela turned away and Harvey barely caught her cheek, "I'm sorry all right."

"What do you want?"

"I just came to see you."

"Bullshit. You barely ever call me."

Harvey looked at Angela for a moment. He could tell that she was afraid of him now, and he did not blame her. Honestly, he was afraid of himself at this point. "I know things have been...different," Harvey said, trying to find the right choice of words.

"Different?" Angela mocked him. You're fucking killing yourself with all these fights. You're going on national television impersonating my father. I don't even recognize you anymore."

Harvey scoffed. He extended his hand to her, but she backed away. "What are you talking about? I'm still me. I'm still Harvey Randalls. This muscle? It means nothing."

Angela shook her head and turned away. "No, you're not Harvey anymore. I don't know who you are anymore."

"That's bullshit. I'm still me."

Angela turned to him. She looked like she was about to cry, but she held strong. "We watched your fight last week."

That put a smile on Harvey's face. "I'm in the semifinals now, can you fucking believe it?"

Angela didn't seemed impressed. "You were sick in there, Harvey. You were like a man possessed against Eddie O'Neal. And now you're going to face a woman. And I'm scared for her."

"Don't be. Look, I know..."

"If you have no problems fighting that woman, Desade, then you have no problems using your violence on other women."

"Wait a second," Harvey pleaded. "You don't seriously think I will actually harm you? I love you!"

A single tear trickeld down Angela's face. "Don't make this any harder for either of us, Harvey. Just leave. Please."

"Don't do this to me," Harvey cried. "I need you. I need you so bad."

"Just leave. Please."

Angela turned her back on Harvey.

You got a nice fucking ass.

"You got a nice fucking ass," Harvey said.

"What?" Angela turned around. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I didn't say that!" Harvey protested.

Angela looked around confused. "There's no one else here. What's the matter with you."

I would have loved to take my turn on that ass.

"I would have loved to take my turn on that ass," Harvey said.

Angela gasped. "Leave!"

Harvey shook his head. He kneed down and grabbed Angela by her ankle. "Please Angela. I need your help. I'm not me anymore. I have no idea what is happening to me."

Angela pulled her leg away. "You're scaring me, Harvey."

"I have no idea what's happening to me, Angela. I just know I need help. I need your help."

Angela shook her head. "I can't help you anymore. There is no more us. You and I, we're done."

"No!" Harvey cried out. "Please."

Harvey walked over to the door. He paused and looked back at Angela. "I came here because I wanted to be with you; I wanted us to become something bigger and better; I needed you to be with me. You think you know how hard it's been for me these past couple of months. But you don't know. You don't know what it's like to lose your entire life, to lose everyone you loved and ever cared for. You have no idea what it feels like now to be betrayed by the last person you thought would betray you."

"Harvey..."

"I should have known that you were going to give up on me. I should have known that you were like everyone else."

Harvey opened the door and left the house. Angela raced after him.

"Harvey, wait!"

The Atavism of Harvey Randalls

Harvey sped away in his Civic. He was sure that Angela had gotten into her father's Nissan and driven after him. He was also sure that he made enough distance between them so that she would not catch up anytime soon. He knew that as a first resort, Angela would go to his house. He could not see Angela now, not until he dealt with his problem.

It was a shame. She seemed like a really nice piece of meat.

"Get the fuck out of my head," Harvey cried out. "What the hell was that all supposed to be about?"

It was about making you realize you're alone. You can't depend on anyone.

Harvey was so angry, so focused on going away that he did not bother to answer the voice in his head. He also did not bother to pay attention to the rid and missed that a black beamer was crossing right in front of him. He clipped the black beamer at the rear end and send both cars into a spin at the intersection.

Harvey got out of his car. The car was dented and smoke peeked out from the front lid. It was otherwise in decent condition. "Fuck!"

The driver of the other car was a bulky black man. He had mostly Rocawear on and his face looked like he had never smiled in his life before. He got out of the car and examined the damage to his real bumper. There was a huge dent and the painting had been scraped off near the rear lights. He was not pleased.

"I'm so sorry," Harvey said approaching the man.

"The fuck you think you is nigga," The man said, not looking away from the damage to his car.

Suddenly, Harvey froze. The voice. It seemed so familiar.

"You gonna fucking pay for this shit nigga," The man said.

Harvey didn't say anything. He noticed the man had a scar on his hand right below the thumb. And he knew then that this was the moment he was waiting for the past few months. But he did not know why he was so scared. No, he was petrified. He was staring right at the man who had raped his mother and Angela in his own home. He was staring at the Devil himself and he was petrified. He began to walk away.

"So what the fuck you gonna do about this shit," the man said, standing up. He turned to face Harvey who was backing away.

"You look mad familiar to me, son" the man said.

Harvey shook his head. He turned and ran.

Suddenly, the man realized who Harvey was. He raced after him. "Get the fuck back here, you little bitch."

The man, or Terence as was learned earlier, ran after Harvey. He chased Harvey down a few blocks before going in after him inside an apartment complex. A few blocks away, Angela had seen the accident and seen the man run after Harvey. She phoned Detective McKenzie and went after them.

What the hell are you running for? This is what you wanted.

"Shut up," Harvey pleaded. "Just shut up."

Harvey ran up the stairs, hearing Terence's thundering steps behind him. Harvey ran up as far as the stairs could go. He pushed open the last door and ran out to the roof paved with gravel.

Nice going, dumbass

"Shit," Harvey muttered. He tried to look around for somewhere to hide. He waited too long and Terence came through the door and clotheslined Harvey from behind. Suddenly, Harvey's mind race back to the day when they first met.

"I never forget a face nigga," Terence said. He kicked Harvey in the gut.

Get up and fight!

"And I make sure people always forget my face, you get?"

He kicked Harvey again.

You're fucking pathetic. All this strength and you can't even defend yourself.

"You made a big fucking mistake recognizing me."

He got on top of Harvey and began punching away at Harvey's already imperfect face.

You can't do anything.

"Help me," Harvey managed to blurt out amidst the punches.

Terence laughed. He thought Harvey was actually asking his help, or calling out for help. But Terence had no idea who Harvey was really talking to.

"Help me."

Finally.

"Who the fuck you think is gonna help you here?" Terence laughed.

You don't know how to use your power. Let me show you!

An Atavism is when a dormant trait or characteristic reappears in an organism after being skipped over many generations. While the term is used to describe characteristics of a biological level, it can theoretically be used to describe a change in personality - provided that personality has been present in some form or another in the individual. In such cases, the change is extreme bordering on actual possession.

Terence continued to punch Harvey. He stepped when he noticed that cold, stare in Harvey's life. It freaked him out for a moment and that moment was all that Harvey needed to land a swift punch to his jaw. Terence staggered back, and stumbled off Harvey. Yet, it was not Harvey. It was something else entirely and somehow Terence knew.

"What the hell are you?"

"I'm just giving you a good show, dawg." Harvey mocked him.

Terence was a man who probably never lost a fight in his life. But this time he was staring at a man - no, a thing = that he had never seen before. Harvey seemed completely oblivious to pain and his strength was unreal. Harvey had no problems overwhelming Terence. Harvey's attacks were brutal and full with malice Instantly, Harvey knew what the voice intended to do all along.

Stop it!

Harvey did not answer. This was his body now. Terence was barely conscious, but he was awake enough to feel every punch and every kick.

Stop this! Stop this right now!

Harvey lifted Terence up off the floor and smashed his head against the brick wall. Terence fell lifeless onto the gravel rooftop. His leg twitched.

Please! Stop this!

"Let me show you how's it done." the possessed Harvey said. He wrapped his hands around Terence's throat and clamped tight.

"Harvey!" Angela cried out. She was standing at the entrance shivering, not from the cold but from fright.

The possessed Harvey ignored her and continued to choke the life out of Terence.

"Harvey!" Angela cried out and tried to pull Harvey away.

Harvey glared at her and pushed her back. She stumbled back and fell on her ass.

You son of a bitch. Don't you fucking touch her!

"Harvey," Angela pleaded with him. "Don't do this."

Angela had no way of knowing that Harvey wasn't who she thought it was. When she said that she no longer recognized Harvey, she had no idea just how accurate she really was. Of course, she had no idea that Harvey was possessed by something unnatural. Something feral. So, when Harvey slowly made his way towards her, she thought that it was really Harvey who looked like she wanted to kill her.

"No!"

Get the hell away from her!

"I thought I was never going to get a chance at that beautiful ass of yours," Harvey replied, with a smirk. "But I should have known you couldn't stay away from him."

"Harvey, please don't do this."

This is my fucking body! Get the fuck out!"

"Harvey please..."

What happened next was something that Angela would never forget and never be able to understand for as long as she lives. Harvey stopped just a few feet from her and yelled out in pain. He grabbed his head as if he was having an incredible migraine. He began to shout obscenities loud enough for anyone within a few blocks to hear. Angela sat on the gravel, petrified and too confused to move. She was bewildered by what she saw. It seemed like Harvey was fighting with someone, but that someone was inside of him. She heard Harvey talking, but he wasn't talking to her she was sure of it.

I don't need you anymore.

"Not now! Not fucking now."

This is my fucking body not yours.

"No!" Harvey cried out. "Not now! You can't do this to me now!"

You were nothing without me. You needed me. I never needed you!

The possessed Harvey was ventilating and staring at Angela hard. But it was not Angela whom he was focused on. "You were nothing before I came here. You were nothing before I showed you what you could really be."

"What are you talking about?" Angela asked, thinking that Harvey was addressing her.

You were wrong. I had a life. I had a beautiful woman who loved me. And you made me forget all of that. You never intended to help me. You only wanted my life for your own. But it's over now.

Harvey stumbled down to the ground, clutching his head between his hands. "Not now!"

This is my fucking body and I'm in fucking control!

Harvey yelled out one last time. His scream was something of a primitive nature, almost feral in a sense. Then suddenly he stopped. He sat on the gravel, silent and motionless, hunched over and just breathing silently. Angela slowly got to her feet and slowly began to make her way towards Harvey.

"Harvey?"

Harvey looked up. His eyes were no longer tense, and his body was no longer quivering. He seemed exhausted, however. Still, Angela was unsure of who it really was. Thus, when Harvey got up and walked towards her she quickly backed away.

"Angela," Harvey said, trying to smile. "It's me. The real me."

Angela shook her head, still terrified and began to walk backwards.

Harvey followed her. "Please, Angela. Stop walking back. It's really me!"

Angela continued to walk backwards unaware of how much room was left on the roof top.

"Angela, stop!" Harvey cried out lunging at her with his hands. But he was too late.

Angela didn't see that she reached the end of the roof and she flipped backwards over the railing. She would have fallen if not for her quick reflexes. She managed to grab onto the rail at the last minute and hung on for her very life. Harvey ran over to the edge, thrilled that Angela had not fallen.

"Help me!" Angela cried out.

Harvey reached out his hand over the edge. "Take my hand."

Angela grabbed his arm.

Harvey smiled.

The Changing of the Guard

Harvey walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water and handed it to Wolfgang, the original Sentinel. Wolfgang downed the water quickly and sat the glass down on the table. He had not come for idle chitchat. He had come here because he had wanted to end things officially with Harvey.

"I still don't believe you're doing this," Harvey said.

"Believe it," Wolfgang said. "As of this morning the Sentinel name and outfit and everything it entitles is strictly yours. I had my lawyers write up a transition of power to you. So, now you no longer will be considered a fraud or an impostor."

Harvey smiled a bit. "I'm sorry about all this. It's been a hell of a past few months hasn't it?"

Wolfgang nodded. "You take care of yourself, Harvey. Good luck against Desade and then in anything else after that."

Harvey watched Wolfgang make his way to his door. When he reached the door, Harvey asked him to stop. "How is she?"

Wolfgang looked back and sighed. "The doctor's say she will be all right. She fell a few stories and landed on her back, they say it's a miracle she survived. They're not sure when she will be able to walk again. If at all"

Harvey covered his mouth. He was so glad that Angela had survived the fall. "Im so sorry, sir." Harvey said. "I tried to help her. But she slipped out of my hands."

Wolfgang nodded. "Angela told me. I know it's hard for you to hear this now. But I think it would be best for all of us if you stayed away from her."

Harvey nodded.

Wolfgang opened the door and walked out. He stopped once more time at the door and looked back,.

"Harvey?"

"Yessir?"

"I have one more piece of advice for you. If this is the road you intend to take, make sure it's not your only one."

The End?

Harvey sighed and went to wash his face in the bathroom sink. He cupped the water with his hands and splashed it on his face. He stared at the reflection for a long time.

"Heh".

He laughed a little bit. Then he laughed some more. He continued to laugh and only he knew why.

Let me out! Give me back my body!

He laughed because he was not Harvey. Not anymore. This was his body now.

He was merely, The Sentinel.
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