"They live inside us, and sometimes they win.” (Rumble RP#3)
Apr 12, 2023 15:04:30 GMT -5
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Post by bloodiedfox on Apr 12, 2023 15:04:30 GMT -5
In some ways, Dr Steel wasn’t surprised when she opened the door. She had known something was off from the unattended reception desk. Stephanie could be a flighty girl sometimes, but she didn’t generally up and go without saying something first. Still, it was more than just that left her unshocked to see the man reclined on the therapy couch, reading a manilla folder with his own name on the front. The bill, after all, always comes due…
What’s up, doc?
Bloodied Fox hadn’t bothered looking up when the doctor had opened the door to her office. He gave it a few seconds longer before he lowered his reading material and smiled at her.
Sorry. I’ve always wanted to say that in an appropriate context.
He turned, sitting upright and facing her now. He gestured towards her traditional seat of psychiatry.
Please, sit. We need to have a little chat.
Dr Steel considered running, but she didn’t. Doing her best not to give the air of a condemned criminal walking to the gallows, she went to the chair and sat down.
Where is…
Your receptionist? Taking an early lunch. She has a lot to think over, given someone showed her photographic evidence of her boyfriend cheating on her, then video evidence of that someone breaking the faithless toerag’s arms and legs.
He tutted and shook his head in faux disdain.
How… noble of you.
Dr Steel didn’t bother hiding her sarcasm. Fox simply laughed.
You know me, doc, I hate disloyalty.
He waved the manila folder demonstratively.
And I mean it: you really do know me. This thing is a fascinating read! We only had, what, three meetings last year? But my word you really cut to the core! I think my favourite bit was…
He paused, opening the folder again and flipping through several pages before finding his mark.
Ah, here we are! “Mr Cain shows an alarming tendency towards binary thinking tied into a persecution complex. While he remains grounded now, there is a worrying potential sufficient stress or trauma could push him into feeling any actions he takes, no matter how extreme, are justified by the real or imagined transgressions of his opponents.” Now that is some fantastic writing!
Mr Cain…
Don’t call me that.
The joviality was gone. The smile was gone. All that remained were the staring eyes.
You don’t get to call me that. Only my family gets to call me that. Like everyone else in this industry, you will call me Fox.
Alright, Fox. Clearly you are upset with me.
Very astute.
I was simply doing my job.
Were you now? See, I thought so to. After all, given everything I’d been through in the build up to the Rumble last year, it seemed only logical that the XHF would want me to get evaluated. Make sure I was in a fit mental state to compete. It wasn’t until months later that I started to realise something: when have you ever seen the XHF send anyone else to see a therapist? The dozens upon dozens of certifiable madmen on the rosters but it was only me who had a turn on the couch. So I did a little digging, and do you know what I found?
A long, loaded moment of silence passed. Then in a flurry of motion Dr Steel reached into her pocket for her cellphone, only for Fox to leap forward and snatch it from her hand. He threw it to the floor and crushed it under his heel before grabbing her by the throat, pinning her to the chair.
The paperwork telling me to see you was fake. It wasn’t the XHF that hired you.
He leant in close, snarling face right in front of her terrified one.
What did Submaxiswear give you for handing him the key to my head?
I… He…
Then Bloodied Fox began to laugh. Normally at first, then harder and louder, the noise bouncing off the soundproofed walls of the office as his body shook from the force. He released his grip on her throat and stepped back to the couch, finally quieting as he sat down. Dr Steel stared at him in disbelief as he smiled at her.
Oh, that was delightful! The look on your face!
He saw the confusion in her expression and shook his head with a chuckle.
Come on, doc, you’re a smart woman! If I was mad at you do you think you’d still be breathing right now?
Dr Steel’s confusion shifted to disbelief.
You’re… grateful?
Got it in one!
She continued to stare at him, drawing another chuckle from him.
Is it that hard to believe? You may have opened the door for him to get in, but doors are a two way thing. I got out.
Out of what?
Why do you think I didn’t win the Rumble last year, doc?
I… didn’t actually watch it.
Fox rolled his eyes.
I didn’t win because I was in conflict with myself. I was prepared to let Zoran massacre Steve Awesome, but I wasn’t prepared to take one of those blades from the withered old bastard and running it through his heart. I was shocked by Seth Dillinger’s appearance instead of reacting how I should have reacted at seeing the traitorous twink and ramming both thumbs into his eyes. And this trend carried on. I didn’t kill Zoran when he was helpless at End of Days. I didn’t let Marty Donovan drown in his own blood at the Battle of Britain. The last chains of decency clung to me and stopped me taking the final necessary steps.
He saw the increasing horror in her eyes.
“But now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein.
Congratulations, doc: it’s a boy.
Fox stood and headed to the door. He stopped as she spoke.
You know he’s insane, right? What he’s planning, it might destroy us all.
He looked back at her with the air of one amused at a child’s ignorance.
Then I’ll dance in the ashes with a crown on my head.
What’s up, doc?
Bloodied Fox hadn’t bothered looking up when the doctor had opened the door to her office. He gave it a few seconds longer before he lowered his reading material and smiled at her.
Sorry. I’ve always wanted to say that in an appropriate context.
He turned, sitting upright and facing her now. He gestured towards her traditional seat of psychiatry.
Please, sit. We need to have a little chat.
Dr Steel considered running, but she didn’t. Doing her best not to give the air of a condemned criminal walking to the gallows, she went to the chair and sat down.
Where is…
Your receptionist? Taking an early lunch. She has a lot to think over, given someone showed her photographic evidence of her boyfriend cheating on her, then video evidence of that someone breaking the faithless toerag’s arms and legs.
He tutted and shook his head in faux disdain.
How… noble of you.
Dr Steel didn’t bother hiding her sarcasm. Fox simply laughed.
You know me, doc, I hate disloyalty.
He waved the manila folder demonstratively.
And I mean it: you really do know me. This thing is a fascinating read! We only had, what, three meetings last year? But my word you really cut to the core! I think my favourite bit was…
He paused, opening the folder again and flipping through several pages before finding his mark.
Ah, here we are! “Mr Cain shows an alarming tendency towards binary thinking tied into a persecution complex. While he remains grounded now, there is a worrying potential sufficient stress or trauma could push him into feeling any actions he takes, no matter how extreme, are justified by the real or imagined transgressions of his opponents.” Now that is some fantastic writing!
Mr Cain…
Don’t call me that.
The joviality was gone. The smile was gone. All that remained were the staring eyes.
You don’t get to call me that. Only my family gets to call me that. Like everyone else in this industry, you will call me Fox.
Alright, Fox. Clearly you are upset with me.
Very astute.
I was simply doing my job.
Were you now? See, I thought so to. After all, given everything I’d been through in the build up to the Rumble last year, it seemed only logical that the XHF would want me to get evaluated. Make sure I was in a fit mental state to compete. It wasn’t until months later that I started to realise something: when have you ever seen the XHF send anyone else to see a therapist? The dozens upon dozens of certifiable madmen on the rosters but it was only me who had a turn on the couch. So I did a little digging, and do you know what I found?
A long, loaded moment of silence passed. Then in a flurry of motion Dr Steel reached into her pocket for her cellphone, only for Fox to leap forward and snatch it from her hand. He threw it to the floor and crushed it under his heel before grabbing her by the throat, pinning her to the chair.
The paperwork telling me to see you was fake. It wasn’t the XHF that hired you.
He leant in close, snarling face right in front of her terrified one.
What did Submaxiswear give you for handing him the key to my head?
I… He…
Then Bloodied Fox began to laugh. Normally at first, then harder and louder, the noise bouncing off the soundproofed walls of the office as his body shook from the force. He released his grip on her throat and stepped back to the couch, finally quieting as he sat down. Dr Steel stared at him in disbelief as he smiled at her.
Oh, that was delightful! The look on your face!
He saw the confusion in her expression and shook his head with a chuckle.
Come on, doc, you’re a smart woman! If I was mad at you do you think you’d still be breathing right now?
Dr Steel’s confusion shifted to disbelief.
You’re… grateful?
Got it in one!
She continued to stare at him, drawing another chuckle from him.
Is it that hard to believe? You may have opened the door for him to get in, but doors are a two way thing. I got out.
Out of what?
Why do you think I didn’t win the Rumble last year, doc?
I… didn’t actually watch it.
Fox rolled his eyes.
I didn’t win because I was in conflict with myself. I was prepared to let Zoran massacre Steve Awesome, but I wasn’t prepared to take one of those blades from the withered old bastard and running it through his heart. I was shocked by Seth Dillinger’s appearance instead of reacting how I should have reacted at seeing the traitorous twink and ramming both thumbs into his eyes. And this trend carried on. I didn’t kill Zoran when he was helpless at End of Days. I didn’t let Marty Donovan drown in his own blood at the Battle of Britain. The last chains of decency clung to me and stopped me taking the final necessary steps.
He saw the increasing horror in her eyes.
“But now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein.
Congratulations, doc: it’s a boy.
Fox stood and headed to the door. He stopped as she spoke.
You know he’s insane, right? What he’s planning, it might destroy us all.
He looked back at her with the air of one amused at a child’s ignorance.
Then I’ll dance in the ashes with a crown on my head.