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“You know rockstar, things are easier if you just go with the flow. Life ain’t such a downer when you just… let go.” James’ voice echoed through his head. Bounced around in his skull. Trapped in this place, it was a torture beyond all other.
The room was different now. More painful, more a prison. He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe. Chains and locks held him in place. Chains expanding into an unknown abyss beyond, holding his arms in the air. Forced to kneel, his head held upright by a collar around his throat. The chain extended behind him, holding his head back. This was probably the most egregious the punishment had been. The most painful of it all.
The worst part of it all was the voices. The people he knew, the people he loved. The people he couldn’t save. The people he would always miss. James, Lauren, even Leon. As much as he hated him, as much as detested him. Leon was someone he once loved, despite it all. Leon meant the world to him at one point in time. Part of him wondered if all of this was just his due time. A true punishment by karma in the collapse of his mind. A journey through his own madness, with no light at the end of the tunnel.
“The past catches up to us rockstar. You can’t escape it daddy. It always catches us up in the end. It's time to let it go, Alex. You can’t keep this up forever.” James' voice whispers through the void, filling his skull. Scraping down the back of his eyes, piercing through his skin. Every inch of him was trapped in the sounds of ghosts.
Whimpering, Alex could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He was breaking, and he couldn’t stop it anymore. He was slowly falling into the abyss of his own mind, and that terrified him. Terrified him that he would lose everything he was. Lose everything he’d ever been to his own mind. To his own soul. He’d lose himself and everyone he had ever loved, ever lost. Everyone would simply forget about who he once was. The man, the shell, he would leave behind would be the last imprint he left on the world. A world that would never truly understand him.
“Ravey boy, how ya been? Miss me? You didn’t even know I was dead, brother. I mean, I get it. I put it in both your pretty little pieces. You just keep marrying women who want me more, don’t you? Do you remember it? I do. I remember the look on your face. I guess I’d have been pretty upset too. What made it worse? The fact it was both of us? Or the fact that she didn’t even try to stop?” Leon’s voice.
People often talked about forgetting someone’s voice. As time went by, they were afraid of forgetting what someone sounded like. How they dreaded the day that their voicemail was full, or they lost the last video they had of someone. To forget how it sounded. Alex spent every day wishing he could forget Leon’s voice. It was the one voice he knew he never would. The spite, the foulness of it. The mocking tone that laced every single one of his words. He didn’t even know why Leon did it all to him.
Was it a power play? Was it simply because he could? The more he thought about the less sure he was. He didn’t know why Leon seemed to have this hatred for him. Why he clawed at every bit of happiness he ever seemed to have. Why did he feel the need to take everything from him? Considering how it all ended for him, maybe it was because he was so deeply unhappy himself. Alex was still here, suffering through it all. Leon had taken his own life. Despite it all, Alex had had his happiness. He was… happy, right?
The more he thought about the less certain he was.
“Maybe you need a reminder. Of walking in, seeing her impaled upon me. Seeing the bliss and joy in her face. The lack of remorse. Let us relive it, shall we, Alexander?” Leon’s voice whispered through the world around him. Forming colours, images, shapes. Forming a memory. A memory he didn’t want to remember. A night he wished he could just forget forever. Another moment in time of agony.
He was forced to watch himself, watch from the side. Watch as he walks down that hallway. That hallways that seemed far too long. He’d been so good that night. He’d been so happy. He went looking for Luna. Went looking for his girlfriend. They’d been young, they’d been stupid. Alcohol and drugs were their day to day. He’d already achieved more success in the ring than either Leon or James ever had, or ever would. Talented, athletic. Higher tolerance for pain. Better understanding of the ring and technique. That was what he thought anyway. Truthfully, James was always better than he was. Leon was a much better wrestler. James was the all round star. The fact that Alex had been a multi time world champion.
It was just dumb luck.
Maybe it was all just Leon’s way of spitting at the universe. Spitting on the man who was living the life that should have always been his. He wasn’t sure, he never would know for sure. But right now, he would do anything to stop himself from seeing what was to come next. To stop himself from seeing that which was in front of him.
“Stop it. Stop it right now.” Alex begged, struggling against his bindings. A burst of energy. The chains rattled, the collar around his throat gagging him as he bucked and pulled. Trying to break free. Trying to stop himself from seeing it. His eyes clenched shut. His body is rolling. His muscles are contracting and convulsing. He could feel hands on his shoulders. Hands shaking him. A distant voice. A voice begging him to wake up.
And then he did, sitting bolt upright with a scream. A primal roar of fear. Of pain, of agony. Of decay. Luna’s hands on his shoulders, one of her arms wrapped around the back of him.Her eyes wide with fear. In terror. In sympathy. He was clearly having a nightmare. Or at least, that is what she would have thought. The truth was he would have had to be asleep to be having a nightmare. He didn’t really sleep anymore. He just sort of drifted in between states of awareness or not. When his mind let him be free and when it imprisoned me.
The cold sweats, the fear. It boiled over him, but not because of a night terror. Not because of a bad dream that he couldn’t escape. It was a reality that he couldn’t escape. In bed with the woman at the centre of one of the worst nights of his life, and she was here. Part of him wondered if he’d forgiven in a way she shouldn’t. To be married to her was a painful reminder every day of the things he wished he could forget. That never happened.
That was just the delirium talking. He’d truly come to terms with it. There were just days where it all seemed to just… slip away from him. Days like these. Nights like these. Nights where she held him in fear of the agony he experienced in his state of not sleeping. Where he floated in a void of his own making. A prison of his own destruction.
“Bad dream. Sorry.” Alex said softly, leaning over into her. Resting his head on her chest. A moment of reprieve. Of warmth and happiness. Of peace. He just wished it would be like this all the time. He couldn’t quite shake the image of the hallway. Of the door at the end of it. Knowing exactly what he would see when he opened it. If he opened it. Knowing what the two people on the other side would be doing. Who they would be. It was…
Maddening.
“Shortcomings. They are a regular facet of life. I’m not one to shy away from them. I’m not one to pretend that things out of our control can happen. I lost to Aiden, I lost to Alex. These things happened, these things are absolutes. I know what losing is, because I have to. I have to know how it feels to hit rock bottom. Because only in knowing failure can we truly know success. Can we truly know what it takes to get there.”
“I don’t harbor resentment for my failings, that would be stupid. It would stupid to rest on them, to assume that the failure of one night can instantly undo the success of others. I beat Aiden multiple times, and now he’s better. Alex Jones has been world champion multiple times, and now he is better. Carter himself has been at the bottom of the barrel time and time again, and now. Now he stands at the peak. The champion of Sin City. The World's Heavyweight champion. Failure breeds success and any who refuses to see that?”
“Complete losers.”
“I have made my career on doing things that people haven’t thought possible. Crushing the skull of Alexander Remington. Coming back and doing this again after being set on fire and near having my brains sprayed out across the canvas. In Puerto Rico I piledrove a man through a skylight, cut my arm near down to the bone. I’ve bleed, I’ve burnt, I’ve struggled. I’ve nearly killed men in that ring, and nearly killed myself. All in the pursuit of being better tomorrow than I was today.”
“So imagine my surprise when little Carter gave in to my demands. In hopes of shutting me up. I know the comfort that would come from being able to put me in the rear-view mirror. An offer he couldn’t refuse truly. To be free of the blight of Alexander Raven. So that he no longer has to deal with the ever present dread of being tracked down by me. So that his family will be safe from me. That Miles will be safe from the pain I will inflict. That his precious little championship will be safely wrapped around his waist.”
“A steel clad little outcome for him. Yet, I have to wonder. Did you even think about the offer on the table, Carter? I win, I get my shot. That’s the poignant part. I just have to win. Something I know you think I can’t do. You think I’m a loser. You think that this will just absolve you of your transgressions. That you will be free to do as you please. To be the champion you want to be. I am a man backed into a corner. An animal caged and afraid. Afraid of the mean and stabby implements of the captors. The dangerous hands that feed and beat.”
“I will beat you, Carter. That is a given. I need to beat you. I need to and will. By any means necessary. See that’s the fault here for you. I don’t care about doing this clean. I don’t care about doing this right. I don’t care about fairness and the rightness. I will win, and I will do it by any fucking means necessary. I will ensure that I do it my way. I’m going to hurt you Carter. That’s the simple fact. I’m going to hurt you, I’m going to embarrass you. Then you’re going to know that no matter what you do. No matter how hard you try. The world is coming to an end for you. Every pretty little thing you’ve surrounded yourself with. Every pretty little part is going to collapse on you.”
“I’m going to take the championship. I’m going to hurt Miles. I’m going to hurt everyone you love, because you. You had the audacity to pretend to be my wife’s friend. You had the audacity to pretend that you cared. When she finally needed someone to listen. To hear what she was saying. You feigned ignorance, you feigned surprise. We screamed for weeks that our friend, her brother, was dead. She finally broke and called you all out on it. You pretended that you didn’t know. That you were surprised.”
“Despicable.”
“This isn’t a game for me, Carter. This is about punishment. Punishment for your sins. For your narcissism. For your blindness. This is about ensuring you learn what happens to those who do not see the truth. You are going to suffer. I will make sure of it. I’ve got plenty more to say to you, Carter. But for now, I’ll let the world show what it needs to. I’ll let things settle as they need to settle. I will beat you, and then when you are faced with the reality. Know this. The ending? It’s going to be a bloody and brutal affair. I’m going to get everything I want. I will beat you. I’ll get them to sign off on another stupid idea, thinking they’ll give you the advantage. Maybe I’ll offer an out. I beat Miles, I pick the stipulation. Miles beats me, you get away from not having to face Alexander Raven.”
“I like making deals, Carter. It's a fun little game of cat and mouse. It raises the stakes. In this place of Sin City, why wouldn’t a little gamble be on the table? But that’s for another day. Another time. Another place. I’ll beat you, and then we can finally get down to business. So that when you’re laying in a pool of your own blood at the end of the year. When you’re laying in a place of decay, and pain. When everything you love is taken away, you will understand what it is that you feigned ignorance of. You will know loss, Carter.”
“Count your days. Time is coming.”