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Doctor Louis D'Ville · (08-29-2016)

Rest in peace. R. I. P. I wish I knew the feeling.

Someone passes on, they're resting. They're without pain.... In a better place. The coined phrase and death seem to go hand-in-hand, but why? What does anyone know about what comes after someone's life expires? You can't be certain without experiencing it. Unless, of course, you're a fucked-up-train-wreck like myself and you make certain friends along the way. Somehow the rules and reality always seemed slightly bent when he was around. We'll get to all that though.

First, let's talk about why I'm here. Not why I'm HERE talking to you, fuck face, but HERE.

It's not much different from what you would see on a wild day in the big city. Bustling traffic, folks going to their job, crime, mischief, law enforcement... Fire.... It's like these fuckers aren't even dead, because they certainly don't act like it. It would almost be hard to tell if everyone didn't look so rotten. Literally.

So, anyway, believe it or not, I've actually seen darker days than these. I'm sorry for anyone that's already heard this one, but for those who haven't, have a seat.

It's your typical 'hero-cop' story where the job consumes one part of my life and the complete slaughter of my wife and boy consume the rest. True story. So on top of the drug abuse, alcoholism, sleep deprivation, and stress I enjoyed before, add some more drug abuse, alcoholism, sleep deprivation, stress, and a dash of depression on top of all that.

After a few mistakes and some remarkably poor performance on my part, I was let go for a bit to find myself. Or blow my head off. I wasn't sure which one they actually expected me to do and hadn't quite decided myself either... So I put it all off for a while.

Then "You-Know-Who" showed up. As you would think, it changed everything. You could say I'm guilty of catering to his UNIVERSE for a bit. In my defense? I took matters into my own hands and ruined a few plans along the way. It might have been desperate or extreme measures, but if you haven't thanked me yet, you're an asshole. The ringing still lingers in my head.

I don't think I've introduced myself yet.

My name's Trevor Dedntik. I have a hole in my head.

001

Stricken

The sky glows red and beats down on the vast desert. Trevor opens his eyes and fights off the ringing piercing through his brain.

"Wha-- What the fuck?"

He reaches up from his knees and feels out the hole in each side of his head. He shoves his finger inside and pulls it back out to a puckering sound. He feels out the other side to find another hole perfectly adjacent to the other.

"Awe, man. What the hell?!"

He slowly reaches his feet and looks around, finding himself alone, able to see miles around him.

The ground is hard and flat, cracked from the heat of the burning sky above him. Looking in the distance he sees a landmark of somekind. Squinting his eyes, he shields his eyes from the brightness of the red sky and begins walking towards it.

After what felt to him like hours of walking, the landmark in the distance became somewhat visible.

"It's a city."

Trevor said aloud to himself with a bit of relief. After he thinks for a moment though, he's been walking for quite sometime in this endless desert, and feels just fine. Not thirsty, nor winded in the least.

In the center of the city stands what locals call, 'The Tower'. Fancy name, right? It's the tallest structure in the city and is where everything is ran from. More specifically, a large office on the very top floor where a large committee sit around a long conference table awaiting the head of that very table. They're all dressed like executives of some kind. Sharp suits, dresses, shoes, neck ties. The works. All pretty hideous looking, however. Their deaths pretty obvious to the sight.

"Late again."

Said the man with an obvious broken neck and a dark ring permanently scarring it.

The entire table don't acknowledge the sap trying to break the silence. He gets the hint and continues to wait patiently with the rest of the group. They didn't have to wait much longer, the double doors across the room swung open just a few seconds later and out came the man in the white suit.

"Hello, my friends!"

The doctor takes his place at the head of the table and leans in with a wide smile.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. I understand, there is quite a bit we have to address."

"Yes, sir. There most definitely is."

Speaking out was a woman seated towards the other end. Her throat was cut from ear to ear and her neck flapped as she spoke. She was a bit heavy too, so it flapped like a flag in the wind.

"Yes, my dear! There most definitely is."

The woman shutters to the echoing bellow released from her boss. Even remaining at the softest volume, the doctor's voice pierced through not just her, all of them. He laughs to himself quietly as one other man speaks up. He shares a similar hole to Trevor in the side of his head.

"With all due respect, sir. We do have a city to run here, what's next?"

The doctor slams his hand down onto the table.

"What do you mean, what's next?"

The man looks confused.

"Well, you ARE back. So, a mission failed is a mission failed. We have to move on."

The doctor sits back in his chair and closes his eyes.

"Mission failed?"

"Sir."

The man nods, confident with his words.

"Mission failed, as in, I lost control of my UNIVERSE?"

The dcotor stands up out of the chair and pulls a large cigar from his inside pocket. No one speaks up.

"Because I don't believe we've lost or failed a damn thing."

Within a couple of puffs the entire room is pretty foggy. Doc's like a dragon.

"You see, my friends, perhaps this UNIVERSE just needed a breath of fresh air. Just a SMALL breath of fresh air to truly respect my reign. Have I lost control of my UNIVERSE?"

The doctor takes another long puff from his cigar.

"Not in the slightest. There isn't a single one of you that don't perk your eyebrows, get butterflies in your bellies, or even crap yourselves a bit when I come around. Just because I'm not around ALL the time doesn't mean I'm out of the picture. So help me! I'll prove that to you all time and time again."

The doctor sits back in his chair at the head of the table.

"It appears the everything is aligning just as it did before. It's like I never left. My returning session was a flop, now, that retched X-Treme Championship is within my grasp once again. That title was much more of a burdened than anything. Expected to defend it constantly, twenty-four seven, like some kind of machine. On top of that, the whining of the ACTUAL title defenses that went along with it. Tell me, exactly WHOM was I going to defend against? T.J. Wallace again? Or perhaps Jonathon Heartsford? There's a single entity keeping me locked in this rerun and that's my next patient."

"I take that back, it's not YOU keeping me. It's your irrelevance. TALK about a rerun. Morbid Angel, it sickens me enough that you've managed to snag another briefcase. What exactly do you plan on doing with that thing anyway? Cash in on Scully? Knowing you, that'd be the only route. Why would YOU settle for anything less than the Universal Title?"

"Well, if you're smart, you'll avoid it. Because like I said, my path is as simple and the same as it has ever been. Staight ahead. Once I become the X-Treme Champion once again, after beating you and whether it's Unknown Soldier or whomever it may be, I will regain my UNIVERSE once again."

The doctor snuffs out his cigar. Another gentleman speaks up, he shares a similar hole in his head to Trevor.

"And as for your friend?"

The doctor slowly walks towards the window and looks out from his tower. The tower is high enough to see past all edges of the city into the vast flat nothingness beyond it.

"He'll be here eventually."

As Trevor finally reaches the outer edges of city, more and more folk seem to flock in the same direction. He reaches a large gate where it seems like theres a line of a thousand people waiting to get in.

No one seems to know what the fuck is going on. All kinds of folk, some with worse problems than Trevor, with the hole in the head and what not. After asking several folks, they were in the same boat he was.

After what seemed like several more hours, or days, or months.... Who knew. Nothing ever changed, just the line kept getting shorter, Trevor finally reached the front. He reached the front gate alone and stopped at desk where a short-ghastly looking red guy sat.

"Name?"

The thing asked.

"Uh, Trevor. Trevor Dedntik."

It began typing into small computer sat in front of it then stopped. Looked at Trevor and rolled it's eyes.

"Come with me."

The creature left it's post and walked behind closed doors. Trevor stood for a moment before he was shoved along by some apparent security person in the area.

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