We're Alone Now--Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe (RUMBLE)

[Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe (NJC)]

“The pills Roy...Where did you get the pills?” 

The voice was pounding in his head, booming over the room like a radio blared far too loudly. Roy circles and pulls himself up, the covers at his legs as his white shirt was soaked in heavy sweat, his face decorated in beads of perspiration. Roy wipes the collecting moisture from his brow as he breathes heavily, as if he just committed a mad sprint moments before he woke up. Roy shakes his head as he tries to shake the cobwebs from his brain, the words echoing in his head as he tries to blink into focus.



Roy: “The...pills?”



Roy says as he turns his head to the nightstand table, looking at the plain white bottle on the table as the look of unease on his face washes over him. He reaches his hands to the bottle and plucks it from the table, his eyes scanning over the bottle as he reads what is transcribed on it’s surface.



Roy: “Fluoxetine...What? What is that…”



Roy says as he spins the bottle around and examines it with careful eyes.



Roy: “Hmm, maybe now would be a good idea to have a phone. I could have looked this up…”



Roy says as he places the bottle back on the nightstand with a look of concern looming on his visage.



Roy: “But...alright...alright, retrace your steps Roy. Your matches with Kuroi left you a little worse for wear, you went to see the AWF doctor after your loss to Tommy Strychnine, complaining...what were….you were complaining of...Headaches...Voices, they were screaming...they were anger. The Doctor...the doctor prescribed you a pill….Exactly!”



Roy says as he grabs the bottle again and runs his finger over the bottle as he scans for the doctors name.



Roy: “Dr...Geist.”



Roy says with a look of peculiarity.



Roy: “Why doesn’t that sound familiar. Maybe he's new....”



Roy arches his brow as he seems to be deep in thought.



A Voice: “It’s weakening you...Roy.”



The voice is course, heavily distorted, disturbed and almost garbled. It’s audible to the viewer, it’s audible to Roy.



Roy: “Wha...What?”



The Voice: “It’s...disconnecting you...from us, Roy.”



Roy rubs his brow as he tries to make sense of all this, inhaling deep through his nose.



Roy: “...You’re just a voice, you’re not real…”



A Voice: “We...used...to be...so close.”



Roy growls as he tries to grit his teeth, gripping the sides of his face.



Roy: “Shut up! Shut up!”



The Voice: “Your...Sorrow...is not...enough.”



A Voice: “You’re...losing...that...grip...on...us.”



Roy: “You’re just an intrusive thought! Insecurity! I have the Sorrow! I am the one true sinister sorcerer! The masses, they demand me to feed on their sorrow! I have The Rumble to prove this...I will bleed them all dry...I will win the XHF Rumble and prove myself as the champion this company has earned the right to call their own! My pain, my torture, my agony will lead me to destroy all who lay before me, to leave their carcasses for the crows to pick and gnaw clean!”



Our Voice: “You...don’t believe...you.”



Roy: “Shut up!”



The Voice: “You’re afraid…”



Roy: “Shut! UP!”



A Voice: “Coward.”



Roy: “I said Shut up!!!! DAMMIT!”



Our Voice: “Take a Shower.”



Roy: “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!”



Roy yells screaming at the top of his lungs in this empty hotel room, the voices are gone, quiet hushed far pass whispers that once filled the room. Roy’s chest is heaving in and out as he feels something is different about this. There was no black seeping ooze dripping from the walls...the supernatural element wasn’t...there, this was all too surreal. All the usual smoke and mirrors that accompany Roy in his days as the one true Sorrow of AWF weren’t there. This was...real...this was too real. This was altering the perception of reality for Roy Harlowe...was the Rumble changing things? The look on Roy’s face said so much, but the words didn’t escape him. He just sat there, his eyes wide in their gaze. The silence defeaning, the sad somber wind blowing outside the window as the drizzling sound of rain splattering on the asphalt outside was heard.



Their Voice: “...You’re alone….”



Silence.

Their Voice: "If it bleeds....we can kill it." 

END