Title: Psychois
Featuring: Dusk
Date: Rev 248
Location: Two Worlds

The phone rings without any sort of warning, without any sort of premonition, in the middle of the night. For Doctor Montgomery Williamson, it is something that is just another staple in his life, and as he rolls over, he wonders to himself what it could possibly be on this particular evening that is enough to wake him up. He reaches over, grabbing his spectacles as the phone continues to ring with no end in sight. He places them on his long, narrow face and answers the phone in the process.

"Hello?" his voice comes off groggier than he would like and he immediately clears his voice.

"Doctor, I'm sorry to bother you at this late an hour," the voice on the other end replies. Montgomery shakes his head as he tries to sit up, careful to not wake his wife Allison.

"Nonsense. Please, don't worry about it. What's the issue tonight?"

There is a pause on the other end. This is enough for Montgomery to know just how serious the situation is. Hsi ears perk up, trying to compensate for the pure exhaustion that has settled long ago into his bones. He wants to make sure that he is aware of everything that is happening so he doesn't miss some crucial detail.

"Brant?" he asks, hoping to jarr the information the loose from his assistant.

"You are just needed here sir. I don't know what else to say other than that, except to hurry. It is an emergency."

With that, there is a click on the other end, and Montgomery sits there, completely baffled. He swings his legs off of the bed and pauses for the briefest moments as he looks back at his lovely wife of over thirty years. She still sleeps there, peaceful as ever, as she is just used to this. For Allison Williamson, she had seen her husband leave in the middle of the night to the hospital on a number of occasions. This, for her, as well as Montgomery, was nothing new.

Montomgery Williamson had graduated from John Hopkins at the age of twenty-seven and was immediately classified as one of the best young surgeons in the nation. Over the years, he had proven just that, and tonight would definitely show not just his physical skills, but his mental skills.

Montgomery rubs the sleep from his eyes as he starts to put on some clothes, desperate to get to the hospital as soon as humanly possible. He knew the situation must be an emergency as he was typically never called at this late of an hour, unless his expertise, his particular skill, was needed for one of the most serious situations in the world.

As he looks over at his wife, he begins to think about the day he can retire, spend the rest of his nights with her, never having to worry about an emergency phone call that was certain to have a negative experience on him.

He keeps telling himself that the moment is coming sooner rather than later.

A mere thirteen minutes after the first ring of his cell phone, Doctor Montgomery Williamson is leaving his house, desperate to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

***

Once upon a time, he would walk down the street and be instantly recognized by many people all at the same time. People would be able to take one look at him and recognize him from television, regardless of what country he was in. For a while, he was on top of the world, and no one could dare knock him down from his perch. After a few years though, it was amazing how quickly all of that changed.

Still, as he walks by some of the younger kids, he can hear the whispers between them and he finds himself unable to stop smiling at the random bits of attention.

"Hey, hey, did you know that guy used to be a wrestler? Went by the name of Dusk!"

More times, he heard those same words come out of several kids voices as they were brought up in a world where parents were not prevalent enough to be aware of what their kids were watching. For Craig, he loved being able to hear those whispers, but he was even more than happy to have put that life behind him as he was determined to embark upon a new one.

Off the coast of Indonesia, stood a man that was once a beast in the ring as well as a nightmare outside of it. So much of his life had become filled with heartache and drama that he wanted nothing more than to rid himself of it all. In the process, he had found a woman he could find himself more than happy with, and could never look back to the life that he once lived. For Craig, the man once known as Dusk, this is something that he could only describe as pure happiness.

On this particular day, he finds himself stepping up towards his home, and notices something is not quite right. He glances around the exterior of the building, hoping to notice what it is sooner than later. Still, as much as his gut was screaming at him that something was wrong, there was nothing he could ultimately put his finger on, and entered the small abode.

No sooner than he had stepped inside, he was surprised by a fist to the face and he was thrown into a chair by a masked vigilante. Dazed, there was nothing that Craig could do as the man tied him up and then began to pace back and forth with him.

"Craig, Craig, Craig, I have searched the world, looking for you."

Craig shakes his head, unaware of who this man could possibly be. "Care to explain who you might be? If you had led off with that, it may have made your journey much more worth it."

The man chuckles, something that turns Craig's stomach inside out.

"You are funny, you know that?"

Craig shakes his head. "Never been called that a day in my life, to be honest." With that, the man's fist slams into Craig's. The man bursts out into a fit of laughter, which makes Craig wonder what it is that he is dealing with exactly.

***

Dr. Williamson pulls up into the hospital and looks around as there seems to be bodies left and right walking through the establishment with a certain amount of tension in the air. It is enough to tell Dr. Williamson that something is terribly wrong, and he immediately walks down the hall.

No more than five or sex steps into the hall, he is found by his assistant of Brandt, a young looking Asian that had spent too much time in school studying aerodynamics.

"Dr. Williamson, he is just in the next room."

Montgomery nods his head. "I need to see him immediately and make sure we finish this situation in a timely fashion."

Brandt just nods his head, acknowledging his boss's words. As Montgomery stands outside of the room though, he knows that this particular clent would take all that he possibly had, and took a deep breathe in before stepping inside of the room, determined to face his demons all at the same time.

***

"Your biggest problem," the mysterious man starts. Craig can only sit there and watch, confused and unable to figure out where this man is going. "Is that you could never remove yourself from the delusions of your own world. I'm not talking about the world around you, Craig, I'm talking about the world that you have created inside of your head."

Craig just sits there in silence, uncertain of where this is going.

"You think that this is the real world? You think that everything you have experienced is actually real? Your daughter dying, your wife dying, your daughter coming back to life, dealing with the dead, other planes of existence, all of that bullshit? Think about it? Think about it!"

Craig is frankly taken aback by all of this, but before he has a chance to really process it, the man, still shrouded in darkness stands just mere inches a way from him.

"You can't possibly believe that this is reality. A world where you are a wrestler, a world where you can come to the verge of death time and time again? A world where you are a God? Come on, you can't be that naive."

Craig shakes his head. "Who are you? What have you done--?" The man cuts him off before he has a chance to finish his sentence.

"We are going to answer your second question first. What have I done with who? There is no one here! Don't you understand that? Don't you see that?!"

Craig's mouth becomes dry.

"To answer your first question. Who do you think that I am, Craig? Do you think I'm someone from your past or someone from your future?"

Craig takes a long look at the man, desperate to put all of the pieces together. "I don't know."

The man smiles. "Good. That should make this well worth it then."

***

Montgomery had only been doing this for a number of years. Somewhere along the way, he recognized that he was good at talking to people, but he had been forced into this role and part of it still made him extremely bitter.

He stands outside of the room, hot water running over his hands as he prepares himself. Around him there is a world that doesn't exist to him any longer. He had to give it all up, but not out of choice. It was forced away from him and it still sickened him.

As he looks down at his hands, he can see the scars on his hands. The fact that he still had his hands was a mere miracle, but it still didn't sit well with him what happened and the life that he lost because of it.

Still, this is the hand that life had dealt with him, and he was all out of cards.

He walks through the double set of doors and looks right at his patient, laying there, wanting nothing more than to explode with a burst of fury, to be let go from this hell that he found himself in.

Montgomery turns around and locks the door behind him.

In the center of the room is a metallic table and two chairs. The man is strapped into one of the chairs and Montgomery makes his way to his chair and sits down very slowly. He opens his folder and then looks at the man who definitely looks worse for wear.

"Well then, I hear we had an incident. Let's see if we can make some progress tonight, okay?"

Then, Montgomery pulls out a tape recorder from his pant pocket and places it on the table. He starts to record his conversation.

"Patient Number 03582, suffering from a severe psychosis break for eleven years now."

Montgomery's eyes look at the man and there is definite pity there.

"Okay, Craig, let's figure this out. Maybe today will be the day I can break you free from your own personal hell."
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