Trinity Burning, 6.2

Trinity Burning 

6.2

Chicago, Illinois

January 26th, 2020

James didn’t know what he was going to do. He asked where she was staying, if she was indeed staying in Chicago. She gave him her room number when it was discovered they were both at the same hotel. James denied that, agreeing to meet her in the downstairs restaurant. Amelia said she’d like that, which didn’t make her seem like the kind of person who would have spent time in Trinity.

His wife didn’t like it, but what was he doing to do? “What do you mean you’re meeting her?”

James cleared his throat in the back of the taxi. “It’s the girl from Trinity. She came to me.”

“But why?”

He sighed. “I wish I knew, babe. But I don’t. That’s what I want to find out.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

James shook his head. “I’m not sure what it is. But, weren’t you the one telling me to help Abel? This is me helping him.”

“Yeah, by talking to the cops investigating Trinity. Not by meeting a strange woman.”

“I understand that.” He replied. “But she found me. I can’t help but feel like there is something going on. I’d like to know what. I’m sure Abel would, too.”

Braelynn sighed. “Alright. Fine. Just be careful.”

“I plan to.” He stated. “I also plan on getting us another hotel. I don’t want her to figure out anything else about me. Or us.”

The last bit of the conversation gave James chills. Those chills intensified as he made reservations for another hotel. He had Braelynn go there, stating he’d be over once he felt things were safe and clear. She didn’t like it but didn’t argue.

“You sure this is a good idea?” James heard Abel ask as he took a seat at a table.

“Like I’m sure you heard me tell Braelynn…I’m not sure what it is. But, we’re here.”

“You should let me talk to her.”

James scoffed, trying to keep quiet as to not gain himself any strange looks from those around him. “You wanted my help, so here I am. But I’m only doing this because she found me. She came to me. I don’t like that shit. I feel like I need to know how deep we’ve gotten in this shit.”

“You don’t trust me to do the right thing? Since you’re only doing it for you, and not for us.”

“Well, if we’re in any sort of danger, I’d like to know. Especially due to the fact that I’m married, and that my wife is expecting.”

Abel knelt beside James, as he replied. “I wouldn’t do anything that I felt would put you or your family in danger. Not that I’d have to, anyways. I’m sure its safe to assume that McIntosh is trying to get to us.”

“That is exactly what I thought when I saw her backstage. I want to know why he’s coming for us. Why is he sending her.”

“I know she told the detective that had been assigned…”

James cut Abel off. “Bram, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Continue.”

“She told him some story that made McIntosh seem like the Second Coming of Christ. Like Trinity was this paradise.”

James scoffed once again. “Yeah, she’s definitely working with him. I wonder what sort of bullshit he’s fed her.” He shook his head. “Probably the same bullshit he fed my mother, to make her believe he was helping her. Oh, you know what I’m talking about, right? When she basically sold me.”

“Here she comes.” Abel said, as James watched Amelia step into the restaurant. He lifted a hand, and she noticed him before making her way toward the table. “We can talk about your mother later. Right now, we need to focus on this.”

“I’m focused.” Amelia reached them, and James stood, extending his hand. “Welcome, Amelia. Thank you for joining me.”

Her lips curled into a smile. It was nothing short of devilish. “Thanks for the invite, even if you did decline mine to meet me in my room.”

“Don’t fall for that.” Abel stated.

“No worries.” James said reassuringly, before responding to her. “I have my reasons.” He didn’t want it known that he was married just in case she didn’t know. He knew McIntosh did, but wasn’t sure of what all the doctor had told her. “Just as I am sure you have your reasons for finding me.”

“You’re correct.” She said, keeping the smile. “You like to cut to the chase. Can’t help but like that.”

“I don’t believe this is Amelia.” Abel chimed in.

James simply nodded in agreement. “You’re correct as well. Speaking of cutting to the chase, I’d like to know who I’m talking to, since I have no doubt in my mind that you’re not really Amelia.”

She grinned. “You’re very clever, Mr. Evans.” Her grin faded. “If you are indeed…James Evans and not the voice in his head.”

“So, she knows about me.” Abel added.

“She does.” James said, before clearing his throat. “You’re talking to James Evans. And I take it you’re clever as well. Or did McIntosh feed you some information before sending you to come find me.”

“Oh, yes. He did.” She replied. “But, not to Amelia. Amelia is locked away good and tight.”

“Then who am I speaking to?”

“You can call me Ivy.”

“Alright, Ivy.” James stated, leaning forward, cupping his hands together as he rested his arms on the table, making sure she knew she had his full attention. “Why did McIntosh send you to come after me?”

She laughed. “He’d probably kill me if I told you.”

“I’m sure you can handle yourself.”

“You’re exactly right.” Ivy said, slithering forward somewhat, her devilish grin returning. “McIntosh thinks you’re something special.”

“Special?” James questioned, scoffing at the thought. “He’s psychotic.”

“Or a genius.”

“How so?” He asked, feeling slightly puzzled by her comment.

Ivy shrugged. “McIntosh wants us to live like our true selves. It is what I’ve done, getting rid of Amelia. You, James…this version of you…” She said, pointing at him. “Isn’t who you really are. That voice inside your head…That’s the real you.”

James shook his head, giving a small grin. “I’m not sure what McIntosh told you, and frankly I don’t care. But let’s make one thing clear…” He exhaled deeply, trying to make the rage he felt beginning to course through him. “You don’t know the real me. And you never will.”

“Such a bummer.”

He continued. “I know what McIntosh is about. I know he’s a coward. Sending you after me. You’re not the first, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.”

She shrugged. “I could be.”

“Is that so?”

“Just imagine…you…well the voice in your head and I…” She began. “We are a lot alike. McIntosh thinks we’re both special. But we wouldn’t need McIntosh. Just think of all we could do.”

James smirked. “You sound just as insane as he does.”

“So, I take it that your answer is no.”

“Whatever he’s trying to get you to sell…fuck you both. I’m not stupid.”

She cocked an eyebrow, seeming to grow slightly agitated. “You sure about that?”

“I’m fucking positive.”

“We both know playing hard to get is a stupid move, James. Or whoever the hell you are.”

“Why’s that? Because I could end up like Amelia did?” He fired back.

Ivy rose to her feet, keeping her eyes locked with his. “Or worse.” He said nothing, trying to ignore the chill running up and down his spine as he and Abel watched her walk away.

“Now you see why I said we need to ensure that McIntosh and Trinity need to burn.” He heard Abel state.

James shook his head once again. “We are not getting involved, Abel. I am more than certain of that this time. Now more than ever.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am beyond fucking serious.”

“Goddamn it, James. I hope something happens that makes you see the fucking light.”

James said nothing. He looked down and found he was twiddling his thumbs. They were moving in circles, rapidly. It reminded him of his grandfather. The entire conversation had shaken him to his very core. He did his best to come off arrogant. He had learned to mask so much in the past, but now that Ivy was gone, his fear and worry reared their ugly heads.

He knew he couldn’t ignore them.

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New York City, New York

January 27th, 2020

David McIntosh walked away from the X-6 building, before returning to his office. He walked through the front door. The receptionist, Megan waved to him. “Good morning, Dr. McIntosh.”

“Morning, Megan. How are you doing?”

She grinned. “Quite well, actually.” McIntosh grinned and nodded, telling himself that she should have been feeling great due to the amount of medicine coursing through her system. She had no idea, but he knew no one would ever question feeling on top of the world.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said, “Well back to work. If you need anything, do let me know.”

“I will, sir.”

“Please. Call me David. Or McIntosh.” He said, with a reassuring grin, before continuing his journey. He was trying to keep his mind busy. Not only because he knew Ivy was to speak with James Evans, but due to his recent conversation with one Detective Bram Theron.

He entered his office to find his head orderly, Jeffrey placing a couple of files on his desk. They locked eyes as he stepped closer. “Morning, Doctor.”

“Morning Jeffrey.” He pointed at the files. “Are those for our newest patients?”

He shrugged. “Well, our potential patients, sir.”

McIntosh nodded. “Good. I will make sure to look them over. I’m sure they all have plenty of potential.” He hoped they did. He wanted them to them to follow the key. The key being James Evans.

“I will leave you to it.” Jeffrey stated, before turning away.

“Jeffrey.” The doctor called out. His orderly stopped and returned his attention to McIntosh.

“Yes, sir?”

“Do you remember the Detective that came by here the other day.”

“Yes. Yes. I do.”

“Did I tell you what he had asked me?” Jeffrey shook his head. McIntosh continued. “He asked why he had never really heard about our fair institute.”

“I see.”

“I’ve thought about that question for quite some time. It has kept me up at night, if I’m being honest.”

“And why is that?” The orderly asked.

“Because he’s right. We shouldn’t have to hide this place.” McIntosh began. “I am sure people wouldn’t agree with our methods if they knew what went on behind these walls, but the truth always scares people, until they find the strength to accept it for what it is. To accept themselves for who they really are.”

“So, what are you suggesting, sir?”

McIntosh grinned, as he took a seat at his desk. “I believe we should take Trinity public. Like fully public. TV appearances, and things of that sort. Mental health doesn’t get a lot of attention. Now, I have the perfect place, as well as the platform, to do something about it. To bring it the attention it deserves. The attention that Trinity deserves.”

Jeffrey shrugged. “That sounds great in theory, sir but…” He leaned in closer. “Do you honestly think that’s a good idea? If we have detectives looking into us. It could bring forth a lot of unwanted attention.”

McIntosh shook his head. “Mental health always comes with a stigma, just like mental facilities such as this one. It’s not a real concern of mine. I think this would benefit us. Especially if other patients follow Ivy’s lead, telling people, such as our good friend Bram Theron, what we need them to hear.”

“Seems risky.” Jeffrey added.

“Life is a risk, my friend.”

“Well, you know that I will follow your lead, sir.”

“I appreciate your support.” McIntosh stated, before his phone rang. He removed it from his pocket and glanced down. “Speaking of support, its Ivy.” He said, waving the phone for Jeffrey to see. “We can talk more later. Right now, I need to take this.” Jeffrey nodded before leaving the office, closing the door behind him, knowing the doctor needed his privacy. McIntosh exhaled, hoping for good news as he answered. “Ivy. Good morning.”

“Yeah, same to you.”

“Well, you sound rather pleasant.” He said, using a hint of sarcasm that he felt she should have grown to expect. “Did you have a rough evening?”

“You could say that.”

Her response made his chest suddenly feel heavy. “What is the matter, Ivy. Please, tell me something good here.”

She sighed. “I wish that I could. James Evans is a piece of fucking work.”

He felt his teeth and hand clench. “Why do you say that?”

“He didn’t bite at all. He was on the defensive the entire time.” Ivy replied.

McIntosh released a heavy sigh. “That is not very good news at all, Ivy. What happened?” He listened intently, as she relayed the story. He felt rage coursing through him, up to the point where he slammed his fist down onto his desk. “This cannot be happening.”

He heard her sigh once more. “I don’t know what you were expecting, Doc. He doesn’t hold you in the highest of regards if we’re being honest. Whatever happened to him…whatever you did to him…he definitely holds a fucking grudge.”

Of course, he does, McIntosh thought to himself, before he replied. “James Evans doesn’t know what is best for him. I do.”

“Well, what did you do to him?” She asked.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t do anything to him that he didn’t need. I’ve known him since he was a child.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t go getting sentimental on me, Ivy. It’s totally unbecoming, my dear girl.”

Silence fell between them for a few moments, until Ivy spoke up. “So, what do you want to do now? Do you want to move on from James?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. There is a way to get through to him. I know that there is.”

“Then do you care to let me in on what that is?”

He sighed. “There’s no need. You’ve done enough when it comes to James. I will have to take matters into my own hands.” He said, his mind returning to his recent conversation with Jeffrey. “I know what I’m going to do. I just need to take the first step.”

“So, you don’t need me anymore, right?”

McIntosh shook his head once more. “Oh no. You’re still a very important part in all this. Let me know when you land so we can meet up. I will fill you in on the details then.” He heard the line go dead suddenly. He cursed Ivy for not coming through for him. After all he had done for her. He let out a sigh, cursing James as well, as he remembered the day the young man was introduced to him by his own mother.

She wanted something to numb the pain. He needed a subject. It was a fair trade, McIntosh always felt.

He stepped out of his office, going to the nurse’s station, where he found Jeffrey. “Excuse me.” The orderly and one of the nurses that worked the evening shift looked at him. He frowned. “I need to speak with you, Jeffrey. In private.”

“Yes, sir.” They walked away from the desk, going down a long hallway, empty of patients and staff. “What can I do for you?”

McIntosh looked around, wanting to make sure they were totally secluded. “Do you still have that reporter friend?” Jeffrey nodded. “I’d like you to set up an appointment with him. I want to give him an interview about Trinity.”

“Are you sure you’ve thought this through? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I do mind, Jeffrey. Just get it done.” McIntosh commanded, before turning and walking away. He was going to have James Evans. He just needed to change the approach, he told himself. Instead of going after James, McIntosh pondered, why not have him come to me?

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New York City, New York

January 28th, 2020

James still felt on edge after his conversation with Ivy. He wanted to know what McIntosh was planning, even if it made him uneasy in the worst of ways. His wife even noticed how shaken he was when he returned to their hotel room.

As he stood outside Dr. Williamson’s office building, James recalled how he kept looking over his shoulder that night. He couldn’t get over the feeling that someone was following him, watching him. He wanted to protect Braelynn at all costs, and didn’t put it past Ivy to trail him, in order to give McIntosh more information.

It was becoming a dangerous game he didn’t want to play.

He remembered taking one last look over his shoulder before he entered their room. He closed the door, and locked it as he checked the peephole, only to turn and find his wife staring at him, with concern all over her face. “Are you alright?” She asked. He nodded. “Are you sure? You look like anything but okay, babe.”

He let out a sigh, shaking his head. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“What happened?” She asked, stepping closer.

He sighed once more, telling himself to just tell her. He had promised to be open with her. James didn’t want to go back on his word. He told her about the conversation with Ivy. How she was like him and Abel, with voices in her head. He told her how Ivy’s last statement cut him like a knife to the stomach, because McIntosh was still trying to open him up, in order to set his most violent nature loose upon the world.

“I don’t want that to happen. Ever.” He added, releasing a heavy breath.

Braelynn shook her head, reaching up and placing her arms around his neck. “And it won’t, James.” He looked her in the eye, as she spoke again. “It won’t.” And then their lips met, again and again. He started to feel safe, the darkness of his world beginning to slip away slowly. That was when he spoke. “There’s something else.”

She stepped back. “What’s that?”

He exhaled. “It’s about the other day when I went to see my mother.”

“Oh.” Braelynn said, glancing down as her arms crossed over her chest. “I wondered when you were going to tell me about that.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been wondering the same thing. After all that happened, I wasn’t sure how to tell you, honestly.”

“I see.” She seemed to bite down on her bottom lip out of nervousness. “So, what happened?”

“Well, when I got there…” He began. “I found her face down on the floor. I rushed in. I started shaking her and yelling at her. I didn’t get a response. I started to call 911, which was when she woke up.”

“That’s good though, right?”

James nodded. “Yeah. But what happened after that…” He paused, as he re-lived it in his mind. “Really sent things on a downward spiral.” He paused once again, only for his wife to take his hand in hers, as she reassured him that it was okay, and that was when he told her about having a brother, he couldn’t remember. A brother named Abel.

“Oh my God…James…” She said, shaking her head. “I can’t fucking imagine.”

“I still can’t believe it myself.” He looked down and away. “I just really wish I could remember.”

She shrugged. “Is there anything that I can do in order to help you jog your memory?”

“I really wish I knew a way for you to do so, but I don’t babe.” He pulled her close once again. “You don’t need to worry about me, though. I will figure this out. I promise.”

She wrapped her arms around him once more. “Don’t tell me not to worry. You know that I will. You’re my husband. We are supposed to go through it all together. I’ve not forgotten that, and I never will.” She buried her face in his chest for a few moments, before he heard a heavy sigh escape her lungs, as she spoke once more. “Just promise me one thing.”

He looked down and they locked eyes. “What’s that?”

“Don’t put yourself through another Hell like Trinity. You figure this out before it gets that far.” She stepped back, breaking from his embrace. “I will do anything and everything to help you, to prevent that from even becoming an option. I don’t think I can go through that sort of thing again.” She glanced down. “I don’t think you can, either.”

“I’m not going to do that, babe.” He said, pressing his fingertips under her chin and lifting her head up so they locked eyes once again. “You’re right. You can’t go through that again, and I am not going to do that to you, or our child.” He said, placing a hand on her stomach. “Nor do I want to put myself through that. I don’t know what effect it would have on me. All I know is that it would be bad, more than likely.” He sighed. “That’s probably why I’ve not gone to my therapist. She could probably help me remember. I’m just afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Braelynn asked.

He sighed once again, knowing his answer was going to be poor. “I’m afraid of what it might to do to me if I remember what happened to my brother. If I remember it, then it becomes even more real. There would be no denying it, like I still want to do.”

She shook her head. “James, you can’t do that to yourself. If you don’t try and remember, you’re going to have to live with not knowing. That will fill you with regret, and something tells me you don’t want to go on like that.”

He nodded, knowing she was right, no matter how stubborn he wanted to be. “What can I say?” He gave a grin. “When you’re right, you’re right.”

“Then, please go to your therapist. See if she can help you.”

“I will. I will.”

She grabbed his hands into hers, placing them in the center of her chest. He could feel her heart. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” He said, kissing her forehead.

He made an appointment shortly after, telling Dr. Williamson he’d rather tell her what was going on, in person. She told him to come in first thing in the morning. Night came and went, with morning waking him up to the reality James knew he needed to face.

He got a shower, where he pressed his head against the shower wall, trying his best to remember on his own, but nothing really came. He told himself going to see Williamson was doing the right. Sharing an embrace with his wife on the way out, reaffirmed that thought.

“You alright?” He heard Abel ask, as James continued to stand outside the building.

He shrugged. “I’m not really sure, if I’m being honest.” James shook his head. “I know I wanted to go see my mother, and I never expected what happened to happen. I know I demanded her to tell me the truth. That truth has haunted me ever since.”

“We both know the truth isn’t always pretty.” Abel stated. “The memory of me as your brother is locked away in your mind. I know you’re afraid…” He paused. “But you stood up to Ivy, as well as McIntosh. You’ve endured one Hell after another, James. You can handle this just as well.”

James looked at Abel. “Not going to give up on me, I take it.”

“At this point…” He shook his head. “There’s no reason to. Even if you can be a dick. We are in this together.”

“You deserve to be a voice in someone else’s head.” James said, with a grin.

“Is that a poor attempt at mental illness humor?”

He nodded. “It was an attempt. Not sure if it was poor, but it was an attempt.” He then looked at the front door of the office building.

“What’s the plan?”

James cleared his throat. “I’m going to have her place me under hypnosis. It helped me locate you a few months ago when we were going through one of our many spats.” He sighed. “I think it’s the only way to unlock the memory, so I can know for sure.”

Abel nodded. “It’s worth a shot, I’d say.” James caught him looking at him, out of the corner of his eye. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

James replied. “I’m just thinking of something Braelynn said to me last night.”

“Which was what?”

“She said she didn’t want me to go back to Trinity.”

“And you fucking shouldn’t.”

“We both agreed that I couldn’t handle that.”

“Make me a third.”

James nodded. “What happens if I don’t come back from this?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Abel asked.

“I’m not sure what will happen. I’m not sure what I will see once I’m under. I could come back and be completely fine. Or even better than I have been in nearly a year.” He said with a slight shrug. “Or…” He paused, glancing down. “Or, I could see something that triggers a chain reaction within me. I could see something that weighs me down, and I end up in the abyss like I was when you left Trinity.”

Abel stepped in front of James, shaking his head. “No, no. You cannot think like that. Do you hear me? You’re going to go in there, and you’re going to see what you see. And then you will come back to reality, where everything will be fine.”

James simply nodded, not saying anything else. He had his doubts, and he was sure Abel could sense them. He made his way into the office, telling the receptionist he was there. It wasn’t long before Dr. Williamson met him in the lobby, inviting him to her office. His doubts grew with every step, his feet becoming heavier, his mind telling him it wasn’t the best of ideas, no matter his intentions, but James kept moving forward, telling himself he had to.

He had to.

Once in her office, Williamson took a seat at her desk, as James nestled down on the couch. She was the first to speak. “Before we go any further, I’d like to know who I’m talking to.”

He nodded. “It’s me. James.”

She nodded as well. “Alright. Now that we got that out of the way, tell me what it is I can do for you, James.”

He exhaled, telling himself that he had made it this far, that he couldn’t turn back. He nodded once again. “I need you to put me under. Like hypnosis.”

“I see.” She stated. “And may I ask why that is?”

“Yes.” He replied, before telling her of his trip to see his mother. She commended him on taking such a big step. It seemed as if she withdrew the praise once he told her what happened. About Abel. “That’s why I’m here. I can’t remember. I feel like I have to.”

“And you think that me placing you under hypnosis will help you?” He nodded. She continued. “I will say that I do not mind doing so, but I need to know if you’re fully prepared for what could happen, James.”

He ran his hands over his face, as he heard Abel whisper. “You can do this. Don’t stress yourself out, or you will break down. You can do this. Just remember that. Repeat it to yourself if you have to.”

James brought his hands down, exhaling heavily once again. “I’m as prepared as I can be.”

“I just want to make sure, because going this route could cause more harm than either of us can fully grasp or explain.” She added.

He nodded. “I understand. Just as I need you to understand that this isn’t a matter of whether or not I do it.” He felt on edge as he continued. “It’s a matter of having to do it, no matter what.”

“Alright.” She nodded, before rising to her feet. She walked to the other side of the room, to a cabinet. She opened it and he watched as she reached inside. Her hand emerged with a golden watch. She opened it, and before he knew it, the room filled with a consistent ticking. It grew louder as she stepped closer.

James felt nervous, before taking Abel’s advice, telling himself that he could do it. That he could endure it. That he would be fine. That he had to be. Not only for himself, but for his family. He closed his eyes as he repeated this, before exhaling. As the breath evacuated his lungs, his eyes flung open to find Williamson standing before him, the ticking watch swinging back and forth in front of him.

“Lie down.” She commanded rather suddenly. He remembered being startled the first time they did this, due to the boom in her voice, but he did as he was told. Resting his head against the pillow on the couch, his eyes to the ceiling, he remembered how things went the last time he had committed to such an act. “Now,” She began. “I want you to relax.”

“Okay.” He said, letting out a slow breath.

“Now remember. You are to do exactly as I say.” She said,  as James could see her out of the corner of his eye, beginning to circle around him as she continued. “I want you to take a few deep breaths. Make sure they are slow.” He did as he was told, and he found himself feeling calm with each slow breath, “Now,” She stated. “I want you to close your eyes, and keep them closed, as you continue to take those slow, yet deep, breaths.” He continued following her instructions, “Now, think of the place where you feel you may have last seen Abel. It must be from a time when you were a child. Take more slow breaths until you’re able to fully see the scene as it displays itself, letting the memory become real.”

James nodded, as listened to her words, breathing slowly and deep, keeping his eyes closed, as the memory began to slowly form in his mind. He saw one other person there, waiting for him. He saw a child that resembled him, except for longer hair. They were in a bedroom. James recognized it as the room where he spent most of his childhood. There were no words spoken between them, as James stared at the other child. He was at a young age as well. They were practically identical. In the memory, he dropped his pillow from the top bunk where he was, onto the other child as he rested. The pillow hit and the child slowly grabbed it before flinging it to the floor. That was when their eyes met.

“Morning A-hole.” The child said, sounding exactly how James remembered he sounded at such a young age. His words were followed by a smile.

James returned the smile, before he could hear Williamson’s voice, despite sounding far away and hollow as she said, “Are you there?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice echoing, as he felt his mind open up, the memory slowly beginning to swallow him whole.

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New York City, New York

Years Ago

James woke up on the top bunk. He was still tired, but he knew he needed to get up. The night before had been rough. He rolled over onto his stomach, glancing down at his brother Abel who rested peacefully on the bottom bunk. He smirked as he lifted his pillow before letting it drop down on Abel’s face. He tried his best to keep from laughing but was unable to do.

Abel slowly reached up and removed the pillow from his face. His hair was longer than James’, but other than that, they looked identical. They always enjoyed playing games with people, pretending to be the other to the annoyance of others, but to the delight of themselves.

“Morning A-hole…” Abel said with a groan.

“Back at you.” James said, flipping his brother the bird.

Abel grinned, before things suddenly became serious. “How are you? I mean…after last night?”

James glanced down, clearing his throat. The night before, their father had gotten drunk. They lied in their room, listening to him talking in his sleep, shouting for their mother, before finally waking up fully. They listened as their parents argued, their mother telling their father that he needed to get a grip, and to stop drinking. Their father demanded that she leave and go to the store to get him more beer. She refused, and that was when the violence occurred.

James heard the first smack. It sent a jolt through his body. He remembered looking at his brother, as they heard the second strike, followed by their mother crying out, telling her husband to stop. They listened as their father began to curse her before hitting her once again. That was when the brothers ran into the living room where it was all taking place, doing all they could to tackle their father, to keep the menace from their mother.

“I think I’m okay.” James finally replied, remembering how they were shoved back and cursed as well, being told to never get between their parents. Abel had shouted back, and their father had raised a hand to him, but didn’t follow through. “What about you?”

Abel glanced down, still resting on his back. He let out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“I wish things weren’t like this.”

Abel nodded. “I wish the same.”

James let out a heavy sigh. “I just want Dad to get better. He’s great when he’s not drinking. I love being around him.”

“Yeah, same here.” Abel wiped his eyes. He was supposed to be the strong one, but James felt like things had changed between them, as the reason their father did follow through was him. James shoved him out of the room and watched him tumble through the kitchen before crashing into the doorframe of the back bedroom.

“I’m just glad he didn’t hit you.”

“He would have had you not did what you did.” Abel replied, delivering a heavy sigh of his own. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that, though. I’m supposed to protect you.”

James shook his head. “We can protect each other, bro.” Silence fell between them for a few moments, as he replayed the entire ordeal over and over in his head. They were 11, and James had found the older he became, the harder it was for him to forget things. He wished it was as easy for him to forgive and forget like it was for Abel, for his mother.

He could hear his parents in the kitchen, cooking breakfast and cracking jokes, like the night before didn’t even happen. Like it was nothing but a bad dream.

“I can’t believe that.” James said.

“What?”

“She’s laughing with him.”

“I know.” Abel said. “But Mom has a good heart. You know that.”

“Yeah, she does. I wish she didn’t. I don’t think he deserves forgiveness. At least, not so soon.” James said, shaking his head.

“He’s our dad, James.”

James rolled over, staring at the ceiling, feeling a slight rage beginning to course through him, the memory continuing to repeat itself in his head. “I know he is, man. I just don’t think its right. I feel like he needs to earn that forgiveness. Not just have it handed to him.”

Abel couldn’t reply as their bedroom door flung open. Their mother stood before them. “Good morning, boys.”

“Hi Mom.” Abel said. James turned and nodded. “We were just talking about you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Yes. Of course.” James heard his brother state, which annoyed him, though he tried to hide that fact.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you guys.”

Both boys sat up. “What about?” Abel asked.

“Well, I know things got a little out of hand last night…” Their mother began. “But your father is in much better spirits today and he would like nothing more than to take you two out and spend the day together.”

“Like a guys day out?” Abel asked once again, a certain excitement in his voice.

“Exactly like that.” She said. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Yes!” Abel shouted.

And then she looked at James, as he said nothing. “James?”

“What?”

“Doesn’t that sound fun, honey?”

He shrugged. “Yeah sure. Why not?”

She went to say something but seemed to hold back. She let out a sigh and nodded. “Well, get up and let’s go have breakfast. I’ve made quite the spread this morning.” She gave a grin before exiting the room. Abel stood up and locked eyes with James.

“What?”

Abel shook his head. “You didn’t have to be mean to her, dude.”

“I wasn’t being mean.”

Abel replied, mocking his brother. “Yeah sure. Why not?” He rolled his eyes. “You need to give it a chance.”

“I’ve given him a chance. Chance after chance, dude and you know it. We all have.” James replied, trying not to let his frustration consume him. “I just don’t like it. He’s said sorry so many times, and he’s been forgiven so many times.”

“Because he’s our dad…the only one we got.” Abel said, before silence fell between them once again. A few moments later, he stepped out of the room. James sat on his bed, trying to shut out the memory as well as whatever anger he had. It was difficult, but he told himself that his brother was probably right. That he needed to give it a chance, no matter how many chances his father had already been given. He let out a sigh before climbing down off his bed, and heading to join the rest of his family.

Breakfast was rather cheery, with James watching his parents feed his younger siblings, Logan and Holly. He even watched as Abel joked around his father, talking about sports and movies. Once the meal was finished, James helped his mother wash dishes, before it was time to grab showers. James sat with his brother, after they were dressed, watching TV in their bedroom, until their father stepped in. “You boys ready to go?” He asked, his voice filled with something close to joy. That was how James felt, at least.

“Heck yeah!” Abel chimed in, probably knowing that his brother didn’t care enough to give a real response, before taking off out of the room. James followed, trying to mimic his brother’s reaction. Once in the car, they drove through the city, listening to the classic rock station their father always listened to. “I love this song, Dad.” Abel said, in reference to “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

“Me too, bud. Me too.” Their father said, looking at them in the mirror. “Your mom used to sing this song to you guys when you were just babies. I’m pretty sure she sang it to you until you were two or three.”

They continued to drive before arriving at one of the many parks in New York. Abel had brought a basketball, as he wanted to shoot around with their father. As they got out of the car, James watched his brother take off, dribbling the ball as he jogged toward the nearest basketball goal, tossing a lay-up. James went to join but was stopped. “James.”

He slowly turned and faced his father. “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” He said, knowing his voice gave him away.

“Are you sure? You’ve been awfully quiet.” James simply nodded. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“I promise I’m okay, Dad. Just tired.”

His father sighed, looking down. “I know things got a little out of hand last night…” He said, repeating the same exact words James heard his mother say, before adding his own little spin to it. “I’m not perfect, bud. I wish I was. I have more good days than bad days.”

“I know.”

“Good.” His father continued, stepping closer before placing a hand on James’ shoulder. “All I can ask is that you live with me one day at a time.” They locked eyes. “Do you think you can do that?”

James swallowed, knowing he was getting ready to lie. “Yeah, I can Dad. I promise.”

“I’ve got promises to keep, too.” He said, stepping back and pointing toward Abel. “Let’s go shoot a couple of hoops. I got us tickets to the movies in a little bit.”

James watched as his father jogged toward the basketball court. He wished he had told his father the truth but didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Not while he was sober at least. He shook his head before joining them. They played a few games of Horse, before leaving the park, and heading off to the movies. They were watching Batman and Robin with George Clooney.

James settled in and started to feel better about everything, as it seemed his father remembered both boys loved Batman.

“I gotta run to the bathroom. Okay?” His father said as he stood up.

“Alright.” Abel replied.

“Hurry back, Dad. You don’t want to miss the movie.” James whispered. Their father nodded before making his way out of the theatre. James wasn’t sure of how much time had passed, but all he knew was that it had been awhile since their father left.

He looked at Abel. “Do you think Dad’s okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t be?”

James shrugged. “He’s been gone a long time.”

“Maybe he had to crap. Just shut up and watch the movie.”

James sighed and did as he was told, though he didn’t enjoy the movie. His mind was elsewhere. They left as the credits began to roll. James went into the bathroom, but his father wasn’t there. They found him in the lobby, sitting against a wall. His eyes were closed.

“Are you okay, Dad?” Abel asked, as he rushed over.

James said nothing. Something just told him that things weren’t right.

“Yeah.” Their dad said, his eyes jerking open. As James got closer, he could see how bloodshot the man’s eyes were. They weren’t like that earlier. He looked close to how he had looked the night before. “I just had to get out of there, man. Those speakers were killing my head. You know what I’m saying.”

As soon as his father said that last bit, James knew something was wrong. His father always said ‘You know what I’m saying’ when he was messed up. “Are you sure you’re alright, Dad?”

“Yeah, man. I’m cool.” He climbed to his feet, Abel helping him along the way. “Let’s go to Rick’s. I am sure he’d like to see you guys.”

Abel nodded, but James didn’t like that idea. “Shouldn’t we get home? Do we need to call Mom to come get us?”

“James…stop.” His brother said.

“No, no. Why would we need to do that?” Their father asked.

James shrugged once more. “You just look like you don’t feel good. That’s all.”

“I’m fine. Now let’s go.” Their father said, James sensing a growing agitation in the man’s voice, so he did as he was told. They sat in silence this time as they drove through the city, before coming up to a place James hated coming to.

His father’s friend was named Rick. He wasn’t the best of people as far as James could tell and was one of the reasons why his father liked to get messed up.

Rick welcomed them inside. “So, what brings you all by?”

“I wanted to talk about some business with you.” James heard his father state.

“Kids gotta go outside.”

“James…Abel…get outside. Now.”

They did as they were told, playing with Rick’s kids, Jake and Tiffany. Jake was slightly younger, while Tiffany was in Abel’s class.

“So, what sort of business does your dad do?” James found himself asking, as a ball was rolled his way. He kicked it as hard as he could, but Abel cut it relatively easy, shouting that James was already out.

Tiffany shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know it makes a lot of money. I also know they do whatever they do back in the spare bedroom, with the door closed.”

As they continued to play, day turned into night, the blue skies transitioning from gray to black. “Abel…” James shouted across the field, as he moved toward his brother. “Dad has been in there for forever. We need to get home.”

“Why?” Abel asked as he gasped for air, after hours of hard play. “Are you not having fun? You know Mom would have us doing all kinds of housework.”

“Whatever, man. I’m going to go get Dad.”

“Be my guest.”

James shook his head as he walked out of the field and onto the front porch of Rick’s house. It was nowhere near as nice as the house James and his siblings grew up in. He went to knock, but the door was cracked open. He didn’t hear the slightest sound, nor was there a hint of light in the entire place. James sighed before stepping inside.

He found himself in the living room, and he saw Rick asleep on one couch, while his father rested on the floor. James dropped down to one knee. “Dad.” He said, giving his father a slight nudge, but got no response. He could tell he was breathing, so James gave another nudge, followed by another, before adding some much-needed aggression to the fourth, which woke his father. He sat up and glared at James. “Dad…are you okay?”

“What do you want, boy?”

“Its late, Dad. We need to get home. Mom is probably worried sick.”

“Oh, who gives a shit?!?!?” James grew silent, but his father continued. “Of course, you do. You little mama’s boy! Well, I guess spending time with your dear old Dad isn’t fucking good enough for you.” His father said as he struggled to his feet. He snatched his keys off the coffee table before nudging James with his foot. “Get up. Let’s go since you’re in such a fucking rush.”

“Dad…”

“No. Don’t even go there. Just get your ass outside.” James got up and stomped outside. “You better slow you’re fucking roll, boy. I don’t want any goddamn attitude.”

James said nothing. He just climbed into the backseat, as he watched his father and brother talking. He couldn’t hear anything, but he could tell Abel was aggravated.

Their father got into the driver’s seat, as Abel tried to get into the back. “No. Abel…get up front.” Their father commanded. Abel sighed before doing as he was told. The car started up and off they went, once again in silence.

The silence didn’t last long, however. “I’m sorry Abel.” Their father said, looking over in the passenger seat. “Your brother was too worried about getting home to your Mom. He didn’t like the idea of having a guy’s day out.”

“It wasn’t that, Dad…” James said.

Their father glared at him. “Do I need to pull the car over? I told you that I didn’t want any fucking attitude.”

“No, sir.” James said, looking down. Silence filled the car once again, until he felt the wheels go off the road. He looked up, to see his father’s eyes were closed. “Dad!” He shouted, nudging the man’s shoulder.

His eyes flew open. “What the fuck are you doing? I’m driving!”

“You fell asleep!” James cried.

“Oh, my fucking God. No, I didn’t.” He looked over at Abel. “Did I fall asleep, buddy?”

Abel looked at James, and he could see the uneasiness in his brother’s eyes, which locked on their father. “You did, Dad. Maybe we should pull over and call Mom.”

“Oh, not you too…” Their father huffed and puffed. “I am good to go. I promise. Just watch.” He let go of the wheel, before catching it. James felt their father could sense the boys were upset which was why the bastard laughed.

“Don’t do that, Dad.” Abel pleaded.

“Here…” Their father started, before taking one hand off the wheel as he grabbed at Abel. “You think you can do a better job? Do it, then!”

“Dad, stop…” James stated.

“You shut up!” Their father glared at him, before looking at Abel once more. “Get over here. Right now!”

Abel locked eyes with his brother before looking back at their father, shaking his head. “No, Dad. I’m not going to. Just pull over, please.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up! Both of you…” Their father turned around, looking at James. “If it wasn’t for you, everything would be okay. I wouldn’t feel so bad for drinking or doing anything but no…You have to make sure a fucking big deal about everything…I cannot fucking stand you!”

James felt he was going to cry, but he swallowed his sadness as something exploded from his lips. “I hate you too! You’re a terrible father, and I wish you would just die!”

“What did you say…you little shit…” James felt fear course through as their father lunged toward him, grabbing him by the shirt collar, his hand meeting James’ jaw. His ears heard his brother crying out, and then his eyes saw a look of fear on Abel’s face. As well as the bright lights of the oncoming truck.

And then, James’ ears filled with the sounds of busting glass and screeching tires. He heard screams like he had never heard before. He heard it all until there was nothing but silence within the oncoming darkness.

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New York City, New York

January 28th, 2020

“Can you hear me? If you can hear me…You are going to wake up as I count down from ten…” Williamson’s voice rang through, causing everything around him to rattle and shake.  “10….9….8….” The broken glass and bended steel began to reassemble itself and straighten. “7…6…5…” The screaming no longer pierced the air. He saw the truck, slowly going in reverse, his father sitting upright once again “4…3…2…” Everything else continued to move in reverse as well, as his ears filled with mumbled speech, before he heard her speak once more, as clear as day. “1…” His eyes shot open and he sat up, gasping for air, with sweat beading off his forehead as he looked around, gaining his bearings.

Taking a few deep breaths, he felt himself calming down, slowly but surely, realizing he was in Dr. Williamson’s office, seated on her couch. She knelt before him as they locked eyes, “Are you alright?” All he could do was shrug. She spoke once again and nodded, before taking a deep breath of her own. “I see. Well I need to do to ensure you are okay.” She stated firmly, before continuing to speak, “When is your birthday?”

He replied, while still slowing his breathing, working on regaining a sense of calm still. “April 20th, 1987.”

“Where were you born?” She fired out rather quickly, catching him slightly off-guard.

He ran his hands over his face, taking another deep breath and exhaling slowly. “Boone, North Carolina.”

“And more importantly,” She began, her eyes following his as if she were ensuring she maintained his gaze, as Williamson climbed to her feet. “What is your name?”

He looked down; his head rattled. He continued to take deep breaths, trying to find a center within himself. She repeated her question. “I need you to answer me. What is your name?” He continued to look down and away, as she repeated once more. He felt the impatience beginning to waiver through. “Are you James Evans?”

That was when he looked up, slowly shaking his head as they locked eyes. The background behind her grew like it exploded, before dwindling down its normal everyday size. “No.”

“Who am I speaking to?” She asked, as he watched her take a few steps back.

He exhaled. “It’s me. Abel.”

“I see.” She said, as she now glanced down and away. “How did you end up here, Abel? Where is James?”

He shrugged, letting out an exasperated breath. “I wish I knew, but I don’t have the damnedest clue.”

“This is what I was afraid of.”

“He was afraid of it, too.” Abel replied, cursing himself for pushing James the way he did, for trying to be encouraging instead of taking the time to listen and understand James’ thoughts and feelings. “I pushed him to do this, and…” His voice trailed off for a moment. He let out another sigh. “I pushed him to do this, and whatever happened…wherever he is…its because of me. It’s my fault.”

Williamson shook her head, taking a few steps closer. She seemed relieved to know it was Abel and not someone else, not another voice within James’ mind coming to the surface. “Its not your fault, Abel. Do not blame yourself.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she knelt before him once again. “James came here. He knew the risks. We both know that he did. Hell, we all knew them, and yet we still did it. His mind still isn’t as strong as it needs to be.” She said, shaking her head. He could hear her curse herself under her breath.

“We have to go back and bring him out.” Abel stated. “We have to.” He found himself pleading.

They locked eyes. “I know we do, Abel. Its just that…” Now her voice trailed off.

“It’s just what?” He asked, and she said nothing. He dropped off the couch, getting down on one knee. “Its just what?” He asked, the words filled with venom. “Answer me. Please.”

She exhaled deeply. “I don’t know if we will be able to this time, due to the state of his mind, and the strength of it, or lack thereof.”

Abel went to speak, but no words followed. He simply nodded before rising to his feet. He headed for the door, ignoring Williamson as she called out to him. He heard the defeat in her voice. It matched what he felt in his chest.

It became heavier as he walked through the New York streets. “Where did you go, James?” He asked, as he cut down an alley, trying to avoid an influx of people. He wanted to be alone, unless James decided to suddenly reappear.

Abel remembered their last night at Trinity. The memory of James beating on Lance in order to gain his freedom, and how James was unable to live with himself at the time. He felt he was a monster, something he never wanted to be. He recalled how he tried talking James out of what he had planned, but all Abel could do was watch as James began to slip away, a great distance growing between them, until James was no more.

Abel sighed, as he found himself at a halfway point in the city. He could continue forward and go to James’ home, or he could turn and go in the opposite direction to the apartment, James’ escape. He recalled how it became the same for him when James abandoned him.

He cursed himself, knowing that wasn’t the case this time. He cursed himself for even considering the option of going to the apartment. Abel knew Braelynn would be worried sick about James, and in her pregnant state, she didn’t need that.

“You’ve left me in a lose-lose situation, James.” He said, as he made his way toward the house. “I have to tell your wife the truth. I don’t want to lie, but I know things will be worse if the truth comes out later. She doesn’t deserve to be lied to.” A deep sigh escaped him, as he reached the bottom of the steps leading to the front door. “I wish things didn’t have to be this way. I don’t know if you can hear me, James but…” His voice broke for a moment. “But I’m sorry this has happened. Dr. Williamson can tell me not to blame myself all she wants, but that won’t change the fact that I still do.”

He stopped speaking when the front door opened. Braelynn stood in the doorway. She gave a half grin. He barely managed to wave. “Are you alright?” She asked. He gave a slight nod before making his way into the house, gently brushing by her, doing all he could to prolong telling her the truth, but she cornered him in the kitchen. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He gave another tiny nod. “Well, how did it go?”

And then, they locked eyes. He watched as hers grew larger, appearing to be dilated, and watery. He could tell just by looking at her that the truth was settling in. “James?” She asked, shaking her head, bringing her hand to her mouth, as the tears fell.

All he could do was shake his head, wishing he could comfort her, but that comfort would not come. Not this time.

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Promo

The view was pitch black, with relatively quiet yet hauntingly eerie music began to fill the ears of the viewers. A light flicked on, showing the left side of James Evans’ face, at least as the viewing public knew him. Things faded to black for a few more moments, before Abel stood in front of a half white, half black background. He wore a black shirt and leather jacket, the SCW World Championship draped over his left shoulder.

He smirked, before the viewed switched to the end of Day of Infamy, where Syren attacked ‘James’ with a chair, before showing clips of the war that took place during the Superbowl half-time show. The clips ended, returning the view to ‘James’, as Abel finally began to speak. “Syren, I want to start off by saying one thing. You didn’t prove a damn thing. You proved that while you were once the best female wrestler on the planet, you are now nothing more than a shell of that. You’ve allowed yourself to become the very definition of a coward.” Clips of Syren standing with the rest of Infamous as ‘James’ fought against the odds were shown next.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking. James, you did what you did at the Chamber. Yes, I did. I repeat that I did it for the right reasons. People like Syren do not need to be in this business. Where once Syren caused this promotion and its roster to elevate the game, she now does nothing but hold them down. I hoped someone else would have stepped up, and taken Syren out, but no. Owen wasn’t able to get it done. Aaron Blackbourne was unable to get it done.”

“So, I took it upon myself to do something.” He said, as clips from Under Attack, with Syren falling out of the Chamber filled the view, before once again returning to Abel.

“I knew beating her in a straight up one on one match wouldn’t get the job done. So, I had to get a little creative. I did what I did, and Syren is still here. She kept coming for me, but in the end, despite all her tough talk, she proved she was more pussy than the one she eats on a nightly basis.”

“Syren, seems like neither of us can get rid of the other. You can’t fight me straight up. You like to continue playing the numbers game. That tells me the one thing I already knew. I’m in your head. I’ve infected your mind like a disease, and it has spread to the point that you’ll be forever haunted by the name James Evans.” Clips of James fighting various opponents appeared, as well as clips of him taking a beating, only to get back up to continue fighting.

“You can’t kill me, or my spirit. You did a number on me with the chair, after I handed you a win. I was preparing to get creative, to get surgical on your punk ass, to rid the SCW and to put you out of my misery. You got away, but I know you weren’t damage free. After all you and your lackeys did to me, I still got up and walked to the back.”

“On my own.” Abel stated as he leaned forward, removing the World title from his shoulder, as he continued. “You don’t have it in you to take that kill shot. Next time, I will make sure I beat you to the point where pulling the trigger will be an absolute necessity.” He said, as he lifted his free hand, his fingers mimicking a gun, before he jerks his hand up, the sound of a gun shot rippling through the scene, as he resumed speaking. “Because I am sick of you, and people like you. I made a vow to go to war with each and every one of you. I’ve not lost sight of that. It’s been sort of a mission my entire life. Fighting against bullies and making them feel smaller than they deserved to feel.”

“But back then, it was beyond difficult for me to fight back. You see, I was like Aaron Blackbourne. A little different. But unlike Aaron, I wasn’t really part of the social scene in school. I wasn’t even remotely close to being quote unquote popular. I’d get bullied for a lot of stuff stemming from what people knew, or thought they knew, regarding my home life.”

“After I’d take a beating at school, or even out in public, going out with the few friends I had…they were fellow outcasts…I’d go home. I’d go into my room, put on my headset and plug in a CD before grabbing a pencil and notebook. With those pages, pressing the lead as hard as I could into the paper without breaking or tearing anything, I’d let my imagination run wild.”

Clips of a young child drawing in a notebook, the pictures littered the screen. The pictures transitioned into words, which sprang out onto the screen in various positions within the view. “I’d draw my own comics, depicting me as the rising hero, stepping out from the shadows to fight the evil being dispensed by the bullies I drew as supervillains committing various dastardly deeds. If I wasn’t drawing comics, I’d write stories. I’d write stories, basing characters off my life and those in it. I’d write about the main character’s trials and tribulations, overcoming the hardships of the world. I’d even write poems or song lyrics to help me get my anger out into words.” The pictures and words disappeared, Abel finding the view had returned to him, as he continued.

“You see, I became creative as a way to cope. As a way to help gain some confidence. I’ve lost and regained confidence throughout my entire life. But I truly feel I’ve found my place after all these years. Being the voice of the voiceless. Standing up for those who feel beat down by the world, and the bullies like Syren who do all they can to make others feel like they are less than nothing.”

“I got the people, and the people have me.”

The tempo of the music switched from eerie to louder, more rage filled, as Abel spoke, his voice matching the mood of the music, as his words progressed. “I want not only the people, but those in the back who feel like their voice isn’t heard, that they don’t have to sit on the sidelines, while those who are just born into this, or step into a room and are just primed for greatness, take everything for themselves, leaving nothing for anyone else. I want those people to step out from the sidelines, and fight against the bullies. To not let the hardships weigh them down.”

“To get…creative when it comes to expressing that inner anguish. To use it for good. To make a change in not only their lives, but the lives of others.”

“You don’t have to worry about getting dirty in order to do the right thing. That is for me to do. I will do whatever is necessary to ensure our voices are heard. One voice together, fighting for something for us. For the betterment of us, be in the wrestling world, or out in the real world.”

“That is what makes this all tick.”

“…Us.” Abel paused for a few moments as the music suddenly stopped. He lifted the SCW World Championship back into his view, as he took a few more moments to stare at it, studying it, before returning his attention the camera, as he spoke up once again.

“No one has the right to pick and choose who is destined for greatness. You may not have been born into a family with the world being served to you on a silver platter, but you were born. You were given the opportunity to do something great. And that is exactly what I did when I entered the End of the Year battle royal and walked away as the new SCW World Champion.”

“I’ve wanted to defend this title since I won it. I may have made some rather uncouth comments about the lady in charge, but I was speaking from the heart. I was speaking my mind. It can be seen as me whining, or me being an asshole. I felt I was speaking the truth. If I am shunned for that, then so be it. Like I said earlier, I’m no stranger to being unpopular.”

“Hell, look at what I did when Redemption was named tag team of the year for the second time in a row. I let my feelings be known about Angelica Jones. I still stand by them. I’m not going to come out and earn some boos, before turning around partnering up with one of the biggest so-called heroes this company has ever seen.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I am here to fight.”

“I have proven that ever since I stepped foot into the SCW. I have proven that ever since I returned nearly two years ago. I have climbed to the very top. I have given the people something different, so they are not bored by the repetitiveness of Syren and Sienna Swann, as well as all her carbon copies that flood wrestling companies all over the world.”

“And I will prove that once again this Sunday, as I defend the SCW World Championship for the first time against someone who has been labeled a future World Champion by a living legend. I will defend this Championship against someone who has never really been given the chance to shine underneath the bright lights of the main event scene, and someone who I have no doubt will prove that they belong under those lights for many years to come.”

“It’s just that Sunday night, is not going to be your night.” Abel stated, as he shook his head, remembering all the praise Aaron had received across social media. Similar praise had been sent his way when he and James won the World title at the End of the Year special, but it was overshadowed by a never-ending flowing of incessant bitching.

“I would apologize Aaron, but I’m far from sorry for the war I am going to bring to you in the American Airlines Center as we travel to Dallas, Texas.”

“This is your moment to truly live up to the statement made by Kelcey Wallace. This is your moment to show that you’re not some one-hit wonder after beating Syren last year at Apocalypse.”

“But after seizing and creating all these moments, I am going to have dig down deep in order to put you down, to continue my reign as SCW World Champion, as you see I’m not ready to give this up. There is still so much more important work to be done.”

“As I said, I made a vow to go to war, Aaron. I am only getting started. With the way Breakdown has been going the last few weeks, it just adds to my statement of there being so much more work to be done. Syren and Sienna pollute the air waves. Sienna is ending shows, talking about absolutely nothing, except fuck the people and Regan’s Trios contract.”

“You see, I want to face Sienna. I am ready to put this title on the line against her. I’m not ready to face her because your good friend, Owen said it needed to happen. I am ready to face her because she needs to be put down.”

“But…”

“I know in order to even have a chance to defend the SCW World Championship against Sienna, I must get through you. Now, you and I have never faced off before. Our paths have never truly crossed, so this is a first time match up. It is a break from the monopoly certain superstars have generated at the top of the card, with the title I hold near and dear, at the center of it all.” The SCW World title was placed on display, as the view moved around in a circle, before landing on Abel, as he continued.

“And that break needs to continue. I know that if we go out and steal the show as we both know we’re capable of, then it could open the door to so many others who get overlooked because they’re not a model, or sell rum…I could go on and on, Aaron but let’s talk about this match. Our match.” The view was filled with shots of Aaron as well as ‘James’, only to settle on Abel once again.

“It is for the richest prize in this industry, and all that other cliched shit. We know that. Just as we both know you’re one of the most talented performers to ever grace the SCW with his presence. You can grapple with the best of them, before taking to the air, and outshining many of the stars surrounding you.”

“Now, I’m not exactly sure of your opinion of me. You could say you respect me, but in the same breath, take a page from your friend Owen’s book. He has an issue with the actions I’ve taken the past, being against my win at all costs, mentality. The thing is this, Aaron. If that is the direction you want to take, then remember my words about going to war. All is fair when it comes to war. You are fighting for survival when you step onto the battlefield, and that is exactly what I am going to do when I find myself staring at you from across the ring.”

“I know how good you are. I know you can take this from me. I know when the bell rings, creativity will truly be unchained, as we fight and scrap to gain an advantage over the other. You’re a big fan of art, and we will create a masterpiece in that ring. We will create a work of art that will leave people on the edge of their seats. It is not going to be beautiful, as there is nothing beautiful about war.” Shots of Abel, or James, covered in blood, while smoke rose around him, took over the view for a few moments.

“This will be more along the lines of a horror movie. You like to paint your face and upper torso different shades, slipping into different demonic personas at times. You want to portray a demon, while I have done nothing but fight and overcome demon after demon in my lifetime. You want to be a ‘demon’ to express your creativity. I fight them to generate change, not only in my personal life, but within the realm of professional wrestling.”

“That is why I am willing to go as far as needed, before pushing myself that much more in order to retain this. I will endure whatever pain you inflict. I will let you beat me from pillar to post, but I will continue to get back up.”

“Just as I have always done, Aaron. Just as I always will. Whatever hole I’ve found myself, I’ve climbed out and stood tall. Just as I will do this Sunday. I’m writing a book, Aaron and you are just a chapter in this novel, recounting my ascension, as I fight to change the SCW for the better, as I fight for the soul of this place.”

“You will fight valiantly, like you always do. Like you did when you became SCW Television Champion. But in the end, you will experience true art. You will experience defeat, and it will help you grow. I’ve always been more into the stories that are filled with tragedy as well as triumph. You will experience tragedy, but you will also know triumph, as you take comfort in the fact that you’ve been seen in a whole different way.”

“It just won’t be as SCW World Champion.”

“This belt isn’t some trinket. It isn’t some accessory, or something to be broken down and made into a litter of participation ribbons. This is important, just as the pain and anguish we are about to experience is necessary. Just as respect must be thrown out the window, as we shed blood, sweat, and tears before I close the book on you, and move on.” A clip of a battered and bleeding ‘James’ was shown, as he reached down and grabbed the SCW World title. He looked back at something over his shoulder, before nodding and looking ahead. He took a deep breath, before beginning to step forward.

Abel continued to speak, as the view remained on ‘James’ as he walked away, appearing to be walking away from a ring, heading toward a battlefield. “Yes, we will meet for the first time Sunday. We will fight, and then we will go our separate ways. You will fight to get back to this spot, while I continue my fight against the evils of this company, while I continue to do what is necessary, whether its liked or not, to rid the SCW of true corruption.”

The view then settled on his face, as he spoke directly into the camera, as if he had locked eyes with Aaron in the flesh, as he continued. “Not just because I want to…but because I have to.”

“If it means I have to cripple you to continue this fight, then so be it.”

“This is my life. This is my purpose, and I refuse to let anyone stop it. Not even you.” He then looked down at the SCW World Championship, nodding at it, before walking out of view, as everything returned to darkness.