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LJ Havok · (08-24-2013)

A million and one things were rushing through Havok's head on his long flight to Tupelo, Mississippi. He wondered what had happened to his long time friend Andre Chambers and why he was now sitting in a hospital. He regretted the terrible things he did to him. Havok knew the apology and his offer was the best that he could do at that point and time. However the guilt still ate him up inside. Almost as bad as it did when he ended up in pris-- No, he would not even let himself think about them days. Those days were long behind him. Havok also tried to distract himself with thoughts of Wargames. That didn't help. He was slowly realizing that he could not trust his team. He could only trust the opposing team. That realization was killing him inside. He thought his nightmares were taking shape in real life. He didn't understand how a simple dream could predict the future so clearly. He hoped that it wasn't. Afterall, Andre wasn't dead. He was just in the hospital.

*Some time later LJ Havok arrived at the Tupelo hospital and was at the door to Dre's room looking. He was visibly disheveled and looked sick. He knew he had to throw up that front to keep Andre from knowing he was worried and in a very bad place in his life. He takes a long deep breath, hopes for the best, and walks in the door.*

Hey, nigga.

Hi, Dre. Where'd Chris go?

He left some time ago. He had to get back to Chi-town. He's a big time chef now ya know?

Yeah. That was his dream.

He didn't fuck up nearly as bad as we did(laughs).

*Havok walks over to his bed side and sets down also chuckling lightly. Then he looks up at Dre with a mixture of pain and sincerity on his face.*

What happened?

I fucked up.

What do you mean?

I have been depressed a lot lately. And I wanted to pull the plug....

Seriously, Dre? How? What did you try to do?!

Overdose. But I--

God Damn It, Dre! Why the fuck would you do something so stupid?!

I was jobless. I didn't want to go back hustling. I was lonely. I fuckin couldn't handle life. I was reminded of all I had done wrong. I felt worthless.

You shouldn't have come back here. Here of all the places in the United States you could have chosen. Why here?

Friends. I had no actual friends in Brooklyn. You were on your ego trip. I came back to Brooklyn, and that wasn't the best place for me to be. So I came back here. I was hoping I would meet some of the old crew...I was wrong. I got lucky that Chris got my text. I was lucky he understood it. I had already taken a hand full of random pain killers...

*Havok shakes his head. He was suppressing the possibility of tears. That proved it was his fault, and he knew it.*

Man, I had no idea. It's my fault. I am so sorry. You should have come to San Diego when I called the other night.

It was already too late for that, homie. I was slowly getting addicted to them damn pills again. It was just a matter of time before I sunk into that depression.

Alright. Here's what we are going to do. As soon as you recover, you are going to come to San Diego or whereever the fuck I am at the moment. And you are going to stay with me. A team....how it always should have been.

I can't. I talked with alotta doctors. We all agreed I was gonna check myself into rehab. Otherwise I would be on that plane with you on your way back. The only thing I wanna say is watch your back. I don't like the teams. Something just doesn't seem right about the whole thing. Eli James IV is playing mind games. And it sounds like he is playing them with you. Also this Casey Jones kid seems like he maybe silently diagnosing ya'll with a mental illness or some shit.

I got that I really do. I have been thinking about it every moment of everyday since the teams were announced. I'm nervous, But I went to the XWF to be a competitor so I am not going to back down. To outsider's other than you, Troy, Cam, and myself..I may appear a broken man. But I am nothing of the sort. When broken I become more driven. I have learned from my mistake. And the person in charge of our little revolution has the right idea. It isn't going to be like back in the day. There are no drugs involved, and I can trust everyone in my circle. I don't trust my team. But I trust the allure of champions gold means more than their individual selfish goals.

Good. I just thought you should know.

Now that everything is settled, what do you do for fun in here?

Hand me your phone.

No..Why?

Just do it. I ain't about to text any of ya small titty white women(laughs).

*Reluctantly, Havok hands his phone off to Andre. And Dre then plays a familiar song. Both start nodding their head to the music rhythmically.*

Aw shit I remember this. Fucking A! This song got me through a lot of bad times growing up with you guys.

"Fall Back Down" By Rancid a song about true homies. You turned me onto punk..more specifically this band. And I won't never forget that.

I remember we would ride the streets with this shit up high. Everybody else was bumping various kinds of rap. Only we would bump punk rock.

We made a name for ourselves though. Everybody knew when our clique was out roamin'.

No doubt.

*The song continues playing on repeat as the room filled with laughter. They guys reminisced about the good times as well as the bad times for most of the night. Unfortunately the next morning Andre was off to rehab. While Andre was trying to get clean once again, Havok had to hop on a plan and make it back to San Diego before the the proprietor of the motel noticed he was missing and cleaned out his room. With the abscence of Andre, all of these negative feelings came back. Havok supressed them. He would use them thoughts once he got to the gym.*

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