Scully was smashed, he had drank too much alcohol. His partner, Natalie had gone to stay at her mother's with their son, Aston because she couldn't handle Skulls love for alcohol anymore and the fact that he wouldn't talk to her, it wasn't much of a relationship. Natalie contacted Alfie, Scully's best mate to try and talk sense to him. She couldn't get through to him so hopefully Alfie could. She needed to know why Scully was acting this way? After being questioned by his good friend, who was only showing his concerns, Alfie received a headbutt for his troubles. Then Scully did something really stupid... He got in his burgundy 2016 Subaru Impreza and sped off into the streets of Miami. Alfie had no choice but to call the police, the life of Scully aswell as innocent civilians was in danger. Skull could barely walk nevermind drive a car under the influence, his vision was blurred and in this moment in time Scully didn't care.

April 10th 2017
(The beginning of a Lost Soul~ Part 3.5)

Continued from Part 3
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Skull drove down his road and swiftly turned left. He puts his foot down on the accelerator and begins to pick up some speed. Skull glazed at the main road ahead, it was only three in the afternoon and the streets were busy. Skull quickly overtakes a van on the carriageway and then gets back in the first lane. The sudden sound of sirens can be heard as a cop car begins to give chase. Skull looks in the mirror, wondering whether to do the right thing.. Pull over and stop.

He doesn't! He was pissed and his mind wasn't clear, in this moment in time he did not give a fuck. He turns up the car stereo, as he awkwardly fiddles with the track selection and let's the music blurrr. The song he put on was perfect for this situation.....

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A lorry honks loudly as the Impreza overtakes the large wagon in front. Skull was driving like a maniac, going in and out of the lanes, dodging the traffic... "Don't fuck with me!"

He turned the corner, nearly tipping the car over in the process. Damn! Another cop car joined in the chase, this was getting dangerous and anything could happen. Alot of cars attempted to move to the side as
Skull continued to weave in and out, before suddenly slowing down.. Was he going to STOP? No, instead making a quick turn down an alley way. The two cop cars followed behind in pursuit, staying cautious but keeping up. Skull hits a bin which flies up in the air and lands on top of the bonnet of the first police car but luckily for them it rolls off, falling to the side. A hobo who is peacefully asleep in a door way is woken by the sound of cirens and speeding cars, he stands up shouting at the vehicles. Once at the end of the alley way, Skull immediately turns right and is now on a another carriageway.

A police helicopter was now flying overhead. The Subaru is heading towards a junction where the cars in front are braking....

GREEN

AMBER

RED

Scully fails to stop, straight over the crossroads as traffic from all directions narrowly miss him.

SMASH!

The first cop car is hit in the side by a pick up truck. Cars stop after the accident, the second police car continues on, calling for back up to get ready.

Scully was screwed. Up ahead there were pedestrians, waving like crazy at Skull to stop, screaming, running away, and stupidly recording him on their mobile phones. His car was at 70 mph down this road, if he didn’t stop now someone was going to turn into a pancake. Then, he'll be screwed for sure.

More cars let them through as the road ahead has been blocked off by a few cop cars. It was just Scully, his Subaru and cops now. Spikes were led in the road and the cops had stopped to get out of their cars to point their guns at the car. Skull suddenly brakes as he attempts to turn the car back round. He loses control of the vehicle and it spins round and round.....

CRUNCH!

The passenger side of the car crashes into a lamppost causing it to bend back a little. The airbag smashes Scully in his face and he hits his head hard on the drivers window, blood begins to pour from his head and a crack is left to mark. With the strength he had left, he kicks the car door open. He is suddenly surrounded by officers holding their guns towards him.

Cop1: "Put your hands in the air now!"

"Okay.. Okay... That was fun wasn't it?"

Skull raises his hands like told and is then made to drop his hands behind his back and he is handcuffed pretty quickly. He still not steady on his feet and the police body check him. The other coppers just stay cautious around him.

Cop1: "How much have you drank?"

"Just one small tiny drink."

Cop1: "You look like you've had more than one.."

Another cop gets the breathalyser test out. Wait for the unit to warm up to optimal test conditions until the display shows "blow".

Cop2: "We're going to breathalyse you. Please blow into the mouthpiece for approximately 4 seconds. As you start to blow, you will hear a long, steady beep. You must not stop blowing until this beep stops."

"Beep."

Cop1: "You're a funny guy aren't you?!"

"Thanks, thanks."

Scully smirks at the coppers sarcasm and places his mouth around the breathalyser. He blows into the mouthpiece as instructed. The cop waits a few moments for the deice to analyze your breath sample. The test result is displayed for approximately 15 seconds. Cop 2 shows the device results to Cop 1. Cop1 looks at Cop2 then proceeds to look at Scully.

Cop1: "You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law.You have the right to consult with a lawyer and have that lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire."

Skull is escorted to the police vehicle and placed in the back of the car. He then begins to sing....

"Bad boys, bad boys 
What'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do when they come for you?
Bad boys, bad boys 
What'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do when they come for you?"

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April 11th 2017
(The beginning of a Lost Soul~ Part 4)

Scully had spent a night in a cell for his drunken stupidity. Luckily for him, he had money to bail himself out as suggested by his lawyer. Needless to say this wouldn't be the end of it and his actions had consequences. He was actually sober for the first time since being back from North Korea. He collected his belongings and he wasn't as cocky as he had been recently. He felt like shit and his hands were shaking, it was all his own doing.

Scully exits the police station and notices a blue Volkswagen golf with a familiar number plate. The driver of the golf stuck his head out of the window, it was indeed his best mate, Alfie. Scully approaches the car and is confused but apologetic. Alfie removes his shades to reveal a swollen nose and a black eye.

"Erm... Look Alfie, about yesterday... "

"Just get in the car and we'll talk about it."

"Okay."

Scully walks round to passenger side and gets in. Alfie starts the ignition and then they go on their way. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes until Scully begins to speak.

"Alfie, soz about yesterday."

"I accept the apology for my face but what you did, driving whilst drunk and then causing all that drama? It's not me who needs that apology."

"So how you've picked me up?"

"Well you can't drive yourself can you?! Doubt you'll be driving for quite a while.

But listen regardless of what happened, you're still my best mate."

"Thanks....

Listen Alf, the reason I've been acting this way..."

"You don't have to tell me."

"I need to talk to someone... Look the truth is I've fucked up, big time."

"Ya telling me?!"

"This is just added to my problems..."

Alfie looks down at Scully in the corner of his eye and notices his hands.

"Wow your hands are shaking like crazy... It must be bad."

"I think I need a drink!"

"No Scully. After what happened, really?"

"I cheated on Natalie."

"You what?!"

Alfie suddenly stops and pulled over at the side of the road. He turns the engine off.

"Basically when I was in North Korea..."

"You mean when you was at the Lethal Lottery pay-per-view?"

"Yeah then I went out on the town, I felt like rubbish cuz what happened. I mean with Paul Heyman costing me the match and well I feel like I'm done with wrestling but that's a different story. I had a few to drink, got chatting to a Korean barmaid and blah blah.

The truth is the guilt is eating me alive. So I've continued to drink alcohol. I've tried and tried to forget it, sweared to myself it'll never happen again but when I look at her, I know I did her wrong. When I look at little Aston, I feel like I've betrayed him too. I've basically destroyed our family."

Alfie puts his hand on Skulls shoulder.

"You have to tell her mate. It's the only way. She might forgive you, you don't know."

"I know she won't. I've fucked up mate."

"You need to tell her mate."

"Okay. I will tell her"

Alfie restarts the car and they head on their way to their destination. Scully stares out the window, feeling sick with worry...

A few hours later...
Scully's House- Miami, Florida...

A key can be heard in the lock of the front door, it opens as Natalie enters the house. She had just popped home to get some more things and to once again confront Scully. She walks into the living room and once again he has a bottle of JD in hand. At this point in time he was a little tipsy. Natalie is rightfully straight away, outraged. She snatches the bottle of him and takes it into the kitchen, pouring it down the sink. Skull followed behind her and watched in disbelief.

"That was a waste wasn't it?"

"Haven't you learnt anything? You're drinking after what you did? You've practically made our lives miserable since you've returned from Korea. Drank every single day. Ignored me, ignored your son who just wants your love. You've headbutted your best mate, you went out in the car whilst being paralettically drunk and then what did you do? You decided to go on a cop chase, big man Mike. Not only that but you ruined our car!

Now you're going to go to prison. You'll leave us for a few months, probably be better anyway considering you'll finally be sober!"

Scully looks at the floor then looks up to Natalie.

"I'm sorry.

There's no easy way to say this but when I was in Korea, I cheated on you."

"You cheated on me? Who was she?"

Before Scully could answer, Natalie goes absolutely apeshit. She screams at the top of her lungs and then SLAPS Scully hard. The slap leaves a red handprint on his cheek. Skull pleads with Natalie who is understandably upset.

"I love you. I apologise. I fucked up!"

"You damn right you did... We're over. I can't be with a cheat!"

"Don't say that, please?"

"No Mike... This is it... You couldn't keep your dick in your pants and you've acted like an asshole since.

I'm going to get my stuff."

"No don't do that... I'll leave. I messed up, you and Aston should stay here. This is yours and Astons home...."

Natalie continues to cry, not saying anything more. Scully walks to the cupboard underneath the stairs. He opens it, inside he had a sportsbag already packed up with his things ready.. He picks it up along with other personal belongings. He looks at Natalie but she doesn't look back.

"I'll get the rest of my things another time...."

Natalie once again doesn't answer. Scully walks to his front door, opening it and turning once more to look at Natalie but she doesn't respond. Scully is GONE......