The reliable doors of the office's elevator slowly creep open, revealing a room covered in a disturbing darkness. Confused, a shadow even darker than the entire floor enlists the aid of the walls to guide it. The alliance is only brief as the end of the wall throws the shadow into the deep end, forcing it to adjust to its surroundings to find its goal. Mimicking an assassin, the shadow treads lightly to reduce all noises emitted by itself whilst opening its ears to hone for any unfriendly movements. It is not enough as its foot stumbles over, momentum dictating hitting rock bottom.
Right before impact, another prevents the shadow from crashing into the ground. The shadow tries to catch a glimpse of its saviour as the other keeps it there for the moment, putting together the details of who the shadow might be. All that can be seen is a bright orange light that varies in brightness, with a slight remnant of smoke filling the air. The intensity of the now visible cigarette reveals the other to the shadow, and the shadow to the other. Carefully, the other lifts the shadow back on its feet to where it once was... once lost, now found.
A little shocked, the shadow looks towards the other in query as the expression of the others face is somewhat worrisome. It's a rare experience for the other to look like this, although very familiar. It is the same facial expression that the shadow saw in itself many years ago. The shadow becomes very concerned and initiates itself to break the silence before anything else follows the same path of being broken.
I thought smoking inside these premises is illegal, despite whether you own the floor or not.
The shadow barely sees a smirk run across the face of the other just as it decides to speak.
You thought, huh...? Not something you see everyday, is it?
This isn't the time to be sarcastic...
My dear child, I wasn't doing anything of the sort. I was speaking the truth. When is it that you can specifically go around and try to pinpoint a large amount of people thinking solely on what they are doing in action? When I saw you sneaking in, thinking was one of the last things I'd imagine you'd be doing.
Funny you should say that. There are many things that you wouldn't expect certain people to do, although it is a clear possibility. In order to sneak, you need to think... but no-one really pinpoints that. Just like when the people you thought you knew, the people you trusted your life... the people who were closer than family to you turn their back on you. You'd never expect it to happen, but it's always a possibility. You never expect to be abandoned by your partner, your brother... William Teach.
Sandy, Sandy, Sandy... you have learned well in dealing within the confines of psychology, for someone who had trouble grasping the concept of sanity. It seems as if I have guided you in the right direction because of my teachings and I could not be more prouder with you as your overseeing caretaker... as your saviour... and that's the most I could as for. You are a prized possession Sandy and would not know what I'd do without you.
But it seems that some spirits out there cannot be saved, no matter what you try. Some like William Teach are already a lost cause and its time that I come to terms with it quickly or it will play on my mental psyche for the next few weeks. It was only a matter of time before his chronic boredom would take over and find something else to entertain him. I'm nothing to him, because I'm a wrestler... wrestling does not interest him.
And yet Steven, you pick somebody who is much worse off than William to help. Doug Crashin is on the chopping block anyway, why not leave him for fate to decide. Discarding what has happened...
Ultimately, you cannot force a man to convert if his will disallows him from doing so. Teach did not want to give in, so I set him free to see his own future without me. But Doug Crashin needs somebody like me to even see anyway past this week, he needs someone to pick him up from his descent and get him back on his feet. Just like I did with you a long time ago, and only moments before. He needs a saviour just like you did, and I can be that saviour Sandy.
Okay, now I'm starting to think that this whole situation with Teach leaving you has affected you negatively by making you think that you have this special ability to save everyone.
It's alright to be afraid Sandy... it's alright to be afraid of something you fear that you don't know much about. I would be too if I were in someone else's shoes, because I have found my calling Sandy. I am meant to save people from themselves, from their own mind. They don't understand the forces that play on them inside their brains and I aim to eliminate all the possession, all the insanity, all the unholy thoughts, Sandy. Destiny has paved the way for me and I will grab hold of its throat to control everyone else's.
I will come to the aid of Doug Crashin and save him from being handed his deadwood contract. I will give him another chance at redemption, but only if he accepts my extended hand. If he does, then he will aid me on my quest... starting with two of the most psychotic minds in the business, Lars Reidar and Ty Burna. Both men foolishly believe that they have the "power" on their side, "instructing them" to perform certain acts for their pleasure and personal motives. It's one thing to preach like Second Coming did, but to act upon with force just sickens me.
These two epitomise what horrors insanity can do to man. Listening to an Ouija board long before the Earth was created? The entire game is based off probability... how can you rely on a game created on the grounds of fiction that has multiple chances of extracting possible scenarios to be relevant in reality? There is no destiny behind it, just pure luck. I don't revolve on luck, I take what I am given... there is no second option. I roll with what I have been given... unlike Lars Reidar.
Vengeance failed in his first attempt and had to transform himself into somebody else. And for both encounters, where has that gotten him? A date with Leon Kensworth. World championship contender or not, Reidar is not a man who can control his own destiny when the challenge arises. I, however, am someone who can step-up when I'm required to do so and can control destiny. My destiny? To finally get the chance to avenge all those lost souls that I tried to save, like what Reidar did to my former patient Ashleigh FalKon. Burna and Reidar will not torment any longer whilst I'm around... trust me, I'm a doctor. I will have the Kommon Kurtesy to save them from themselves and save someone in need of a helping hand. And if my ring patients Burna and Reidar resist my attempts, I shall hit them with a dose of Prescripted Sedation.
When they are lying on theirbacks praying to their higher powers for answers and asking themselves why they didn't allow themselves to be saved, I will be standing over their bodies one step closer in my quest to salvation to ask them one final question...
... and how does that make you feel?
