Post by Cyrus Daniels on Sept 7, 2013 18:58:16 GMT
Cyrus Daniels sits in the office of IWF's resident psychiatrist and the head of the Tag Team Division, and eyes the man curiously as he hobbles from behind his desk, using his wooden cane for support as he navigates his way around to the leather arm chair. Dr Riley Griffiths was a proud man, masking some manifestation of physical pain that he had not confronted in years behind a smile as he looked at the larger ex-convict across from him.
Dr Griffiths sat down slowly and the relief that came from such a simple action most people took for granted painted itself immediately across his face, rejuvenating his mask before it slipped any further, especially in front of such a volatile patient.
Dr Griffiths: Comfortable?
Dr Griffiths propped his cane beside the armchair.
Daniels: I could ask ya the same question, Doc..
Cyrus eyed the middle-aged man curiously as he brought a glass of pale yellow liquid to his lips. Dr Riley unsurprisingly avoided giving Cyrus control of the conversation, by redirecting it.
Dr Griffiths: So, it has been almost a year since your last blackout episode...I'd call that rather significant progress wouldn't you?
Daniels: Obviously it ain't good enough for ya Doc, or I wouldn't be here wastin' both of our time.
Dr Griffiths: This session is just a routine follow up, besides it is company policy that I keep a close eye on those with a history...
Daniels: I'd hardly call somethin' that only happened once in my lifetime a history, Doc...
Dr Griffiths: Often it is the things that happen only once in your life that can change you forever...whether you want them to or not.
Something about the way Dr Griffiths said that betrayed to Cyrus the fact that there was a story there.
Daniels: It ain't changed me, Doc...
Dr Griffiths: Maybe, or maybe its changed you in ways you haven't yet realised. Of course its also possible that you've buried it and tried to move on...
Daniels finishes off what was left in the glass of his apple juice and leans forward putting it on the nearby table. As if looking up from a chessboard, Cyrus looks up across the table at the psychiatrist.
Daniels: Yeah, well, we all hide somethin' and try ta move on with our lives, don't we, Doc?
Without moving his head, Cyrus shifts his eyes over to the cane. Dr Griffiths felt himself being placed in check mate, as the dark eyes of his dangerous opponent settled upon him. Dr Griffiths knew that for a man like Cyrus Daniels trust never came easy and he thrived on being in control. Dr Griffiths knew if he let him, Cyrus would take control of the session from him, and so decided to earn some of Cyrus' trust in order to move the session along.
Dr Griffiths picked up the cane and started to twirl it in his hand as he spoke.
Dr Griffiths: Yes. Yes, I suppose we do. This...this...
Dr Griffiths looked at his cane, sighed and the mask he wore finally crumbled.
Dr Griffiths:...is the result of something that happened to me only once and changed me forever.
Dr Griffiths looked the cold ex-convict in the eyes and his quivered not out of fear, but out of the realisation that he was struggling to maintain control as his mind took him back to days of his youth.
Dr Griffiths: Shannon and I had just graduated from Harvard....
It was night. It was raining. Riley Griffiths walked along the sidewalk with his long time college sweetheart, Shannon McGinnis. The night was young and they were younger, and they ran, hand in hand along the street intent on celebrating their graduation together...
Dr Griffiths: She loved the rain, said it made her feel so alive.
Shannon stopped as a discarded newspaper blew across their path, and Riley picked it up from the ground and unfolded it holding it above their heads in what each of them knew would offer very little protection from the autumn rain, but in that moment neither of them cared, all they cared about was that they both had each other and their future were now secure, the only thing that wasn't was whether they'd spend it together.
Dr Griffiths: Maybe it was crazy, maybe it was all on a whim, but in that moment everything felt so right with the world, so right for me, so right for us.
Shannon giggled softly, he loved that. He loved the dimples that lit up her face, and swept up in the moment, he turned to her, looked into her big beautiful brown eyes and with his free hand brushed her light brown hair aside, tucking it behind her ear.
"I just want to thank you for the other night, Pops had another one of his episodes, and you've always been there for me when it all gets a little too much and I hope you always will be..."
"Hey, it's no problem, glad I could help. You know I love you Griffy..."
Dr Griffiths: She always called me that...we both had these cute names for each other, I'm sure it sounds silly to you...
"Will you marry me, Shannon?"
She drew a breath, and remained silent for what seemed like an eternity, before she laughed. Riley laughed at her laugh.
"Well?"
She took the paper from over the both of them and abandoned it to the air, where it flew for a little while before gravity caught it like a bouquet and brought it back down to earn in the middle of the quiet street.
"Yes! Yes! Of course I will Ry! I love you..."
"I love you too, Ginny"
They shared what fate would decide would be their last passionate kiss in the rain, and even now Riley wished it really had lasted as long as it seemed to back then, their lips parted, but their hands did not as they skipped across the street...and then it all became a blur, a screech of tires, a harrowing scream as out of instinct, Riley pushed her out of the way at the last possible moment and barely registered the swerving car's headlights as it hit him full force. His body bounced on the hood and his back cracked the windshield before bouncing off onto the road. The car swerved around him with little regard as it continued its erratic journey well above the legal speed limit. Riley lay crumpled on the street, next to the newspaper that had shielded him moments earlier.
Shannon ran across the street, and knelt beside Riley as she screamed his name, but he was out. Moments later, a flash of sirens and the police car who had been pursuing the speeding drunk driver screeched to a halt as Shannon waved her arms.
Dr Griffiths: They said I was lucky to be alive, and even luckier that the damage to my spine and leg hadn't been more severe. Funny because I didn't feel lucky. I still don't. Eventually I recovered enough to only need this cane, but the incident had taken its toll on Shannon. Two weeks after I had been released from hospital, Shannon took me back to the park where we had shared our first date and first kiss. She looked at me, trapped in the wheelchair, and neither of us knew back then whether I'd get any better. I still remember the tears in her eyes and we both knew what was coming. We had argued about it enough.
"Riley...listen, I don't think...no, I know I can't handle this. I'm sorry. Please, don't make this any harder than it has to be..."
Riley said nothing even as she took her engagement ring from her finger and placed it in his palm. She closed his fingers around it, and walked away without another word, never once looking back at him or the future she was leaving behind. It was then that Riley had cried for the first time for someone other than his parents, only this time when he was left broken and overwhelmed, nobody would be there for him.
Dr Griffiths: If there was one positive I took from it all, it was the strength and determination not to spend the rest of my life confined to a damn wheelchair...
Joe Everyman.
The man. The myth. The legend.
The first ever Imperial Champion. Bernie and I should feel honored, maybe even a little overwhelmed by the calibre of competition we're gonna be facin' at Sacrifice. Ya have been at this for years, haven't ya, mate? Ya have the experience edge over us most definitely. Hell, ya probably don't even know who we are, but that's okay, why should ya? After all, ya can look at the two of us and blow us off as a couple of failures who failed ta do the very thing ya did a couple of months ago - win a shot at the top prize in the company.
That makes ya better than us by default, doesn't it mate? Of course it does, everything makes sense when you're Joe Everyman and grasp at straws and twist things ta tell whatever story ya want ta that week. right Joey? One moment its all over the news about how ya were involved in some collision and may have been pissed right out your head too, the next, oh no, it never happened and it was all a giant conspiracy by Roberto Verona ta screw ya outta the title even though Lex beat ya fair and square before Bertie even showed up ta give ya knuckle sandwich right across your confused little mug.
Now I'll be the first ta admit that I'm not the best person ta debate the finer points of a legally bindin' contract with ya or with anyone else, but even I know that a contract cannot be altered AFTER it has been finalized and signed, so for ya to accuse the man who clearly has enough business sense ta own forty per cent of this company and be its COO of such a fundamental error, you're either incredibly stupid or incredibly desperate.
I know ya only by your reputation Joey, so I'm gonna guess its a little bit of both, ain't it? Ya cannot face the fact and admit that your moment in the sun has already come and gone, can ya mate? How delightfully ironic...all those years in that other company and you always felt people wouldn't step aside for ya, now you've had a taste of a little fleeting moment of glory yaself and now its ya who won't step aside for the rest of us. So it falls ta blokes like Bernie and myself ta force ya ta the back of the line and ta do so in the most violent manner possible. Not because we're company men, but because we simply enjoy it.
Some may say we're too brutal, but one bloke's brutal is just another bloke's efficient, and at Sacrifice we'll give ya the chance ta find out for yaself just how brutally efficient Licence To Kill can be. See Joey, ya may not know anythin' about us, but we know all about ya. We know all about your friends, allies ya keep close ta ya because they understand what it is ta fail and fail so badly and with such consistency that it becomes a reputation. It'd almost be remarkable if it weren't so damn pathetic.
Blokes like ya and your allies Joey get by like little kittens in their litter boxes, constantly scratching and coverin up their shit n' hopin' nobody else notices before cleanin' yaself up and walkin' away, tail held high in the air, and rather than admit that ya may be vunerable, ya puff out ya chest, make ya self look big and tell the world just how ready ya are ta face the next big challenge...and it works, for a little while.
Until a real beast comes along and exposes your humanity. That's the problem with tellin' blokes constantly not ta question your heart Joey. Soon someone comes along and actually takes your advice and decides for themselves that rather than question it, it saves a lot of time and effort ta just rip it from your chest and show it to the world and ta your Everymaniacs worldwide. What happens next Joey really is quite fascinatin'. Ya can tell a lot about a bloke by how he chooses ta handle his demons when he is forced ta.
We've already seen what it is that ya choose ta do when faced with your own demons in a bottle, haven't we mate? Ya deny them, ya bury them, ya live in ignorance as ya run from 'em, and ya consider that a victory even when it is shown ta the world as a defeat. Blokes like Bernie and I, we don't run from our demons, we never have because we know that if we ever did, we'd end up dead.
We've faced our demons. We've embraced 'em. We've learned from 'em.
And this Monday we will pass on the lessons they taught us ta ya.
And they will be even more painful than ya can ever imagine, mate.
Cyrus' laughter and a psychopathic glimmer in his eye ends the promo on a rather unsettling note.
Having heard the Doctor open himself up to Cyrus with little provocation told Daniels that it had been weighing on his mind for quite some time. Doctor Griffiths stopped twirling the cane as he snapped out of his reverie with the thud of its rubber tip on the floor.
Dr Griffiths: I'm sorry...
Dr Griffiths rubbed his eyes, not giving his tears a chance to arrive.
Daniels: It's quite alright, Doc. I understand. We all have our demons ta face...I was five when I saw my first one.
A young terrified Cyrus Daniels heard his parents arguing in the next room, they argued frequently especially when daddy had been drinking. Cyrus did his best to hide under the covers and drown out the commotion in his parents' bedroom, but something was different this time as he heard what sounded like a twig snap. Cyrus jumped out of bed, clutching his beloved Teddy as he sneaked out of his room and tip toed across the hall, putting his back to the wall and peering around the corner, pushing the closed door of his parents bedroom, slowly open. He peeked inside and his eyes widened and he held his breath as he saw his daddy wildly swinging a quarterful bottle of beer in the midst of his tirade and hid mother laying face down across the bed. Unwittingly Cyrus opened the door a little further and it betrayed his presence to his father by squeaking on its hinges.
Daniels: The bastard caught me. Dropped his beer and stumbled over, grabbing me from the doorway and pulling me in ta the room.
"Come 'ere ya little bastard, watch as I teach your mommy a lesson...."
Chase Daniels then grabbed his only son by the scruff of his pajama top so hard that he dropped Teddy. It fell to the floor, the first sign of an innocence that was about ta be taken from him, and Chase open the closet and threw Cyrus into it, his back hit the wooden back inside. Chase went back over to the bed and flipped his quivering wife over on the bed and pinned her arms to her side with his knees as he slapped her repeatedly over and over, laughing.
A terrified Cyrus closed the closet til just a crack of light could enter it and he wished he would be swallowed up in this small dark solitary place as tears streamed down his face. He felt so weak, so powerless and so damn helpless.
"Are ya watchin' boy? Remember this. Ya always hurt the ones ya love the most..."
Daniels: I've never forgotten...
At Cyrus Daniels' recollection Dr Riley quivered with an anger and a helplessness of his own, apalled by the fact that such monsters existed and appeared so frequently in his own line of work. Some days even he wondered how he managed to do this job. The alarm on his desk beeped bringing the session to an end.
Dr Griffiths looked over at the beeping alarm and then over at Cyrus.
Dr Griffiths: Listen, Mr Daniels. I know you're under no obligation currently to see me beyond what company policy requires every six months, but I'd really like to continue this if possible.
Cyrus Daniels got up and started heading towards the door, resting his hand on the knob he looks over at Dr Griffiths.
Daniels: See ya in six months, Doc...
Dr Griffiths simply nodded and sighed as Cyrus left his office, closing the door behind him.
Dr Griffiths used his cane to help himself up and hobbled back behind his desk, he sat in his leather office chair and noticed he was still shaking after what had been a very emotionally draining session for him, he had never revealed himself to a patient quite so personally before and he looked over at the calendar and noted that today was the day he had marked every year since his accident. The anniversary of the day his one true love had left him in the park.
Dr Griffiths shook his head, before opening the top drawer of his desk. An engagement ring rolled on top of an old forgotten photograph in the drawer, but he wasn't looking to swim in his sorrows today. He picked out a small bottle of scotch, unscrewed the top and took a swig. He was looking to drown in them. It burned the back of his throat and he welcomed the sensation, after years of denying his demons, today they would have their way with him as they did every year on this day.
Dr Griffiths: Damn you, Ginny...
Dr Griffiths sat down slowly and the relief that came from such a simple action most people took for granted painted itself immediately across his face, rejuvenating his mask before it slipped any further, especially in front of such a volatile patient.
Dr Griffiths: Comfortable?
Dr Griffiths propped his cane beside the armchair.
Daniels: I could ask ya the same question, Doc..
Cyrus eyed the middle-aged man curiously as he brought a glass of pale yellow liquid to his lips. Dr Riley unsurprisingly avoided giving Cyrus control of the conversation, by redirecting it.
Dr Griffiths: So, it has been almost a year since your last blackout episode...I'd call that rather significant progress wouldn't you?
Daniels: Obviously it ain't good enough for ya Doc, or I wouldn't be here wastin' both of our time.
Dr Griffiths: This session is just a routine follow up, besides it is company policy that I keep a close eye on those with a history...
Daniels: I'd hardly call somethin' that only happened once in my lifetime a history, Doc...
Dr Griffiths: Often it is the things that happen only once in your life that can change you forever...whether you want them to or not.
Something about the way Dr Griffiths said that betrayed to Cyrus the fact that there was a story there.
Daniels: It ain't changed me, Doc...
Dr Griffiths: Maybe, or maybe its changed you in ways you haven't yet realised. Of course its also possible that you've buried it and tried to move on...
Daniels finishes off what was left in the glass of his apple juice and leans forward putting it on the nearby table. As if looking up from a chessboard, Cyrus looks up across the table at the psychiatrist.
Daniels: Yeah, well, we all hide somethin' and try ta move on with our lives, don't we, Doc?
Without moving his head, Cyrus shifts his eyes over to the cane. Dr Griffiths felt himself being placed in check mate, as the dark eyes of his dangerous opponent settled upon him. Dr Griffiths knew that for a man like Cyrus Daniels trust never came easy and he thrived on being in control. Dr Griffiths knew if he let him, Cyrus would take control of the session from him, and so decided to earn some of Cyrus' trust in order to move the session along.
Dr Griffiths picked up the cane and started to twirl it in his hand as he spoke.
Dr Griffiths: Yes. Yes, I suppose we do. This...this...
Dr Griffiths looked at his cane, sighed and the mask he wore finally crumbled.
Dr Griffiths:...is the result of something that happened to me only once and changed me forever.
Dr Griffiths looked the cold ex-convict in the eyes and his quivered not out of fear, but out of the realisation that he was struggling to maintain control as his mind took him back to days of his youth.
Dr Griffiths: Shannon and I had just graduated from Harvard....
It was night. It was raining. Riley Griffiths walked along the sidewalk with his long time college sweetheart, Shannon McGinnis. The night was young and they were younger, and they ran, hand in hand along the street intent on celebrating their graduation together...
Dr Griffiths: She loved the rain, said it made her feel so alive.
Shannon stopped as a discarded newspaper blew across their path, and Riley picked it up from the ground and unfolded it holding it above their heads in what each of them knew would offer very little protection from the autumn rain, but in that moment neither of them cared, all they cared about was that they both had each other and their future were now secure, the only thing that wasn't was whether they'd spend it together.
Dr Griffiths: Maybe it was crazy, maybe it was all on a whim, but in that moment everything felt so right with the world, so right for me, so right for us.
Shannon giggled softly, he loved that. He loved the dimples that lit up her face, and swept up in the moment, he turned to her, looked into her big beautiful brown eyes and with his free hand brushed her light brown hair aside, tucking it behind her ear.
"I just want to thank you for the other night, Pops had another one of his episodes, and you've always been there for me when it all gets a little too much and I hope you always will be..."
"Hey, it's no problem, glad I could help. You know I love you Griffy..."
Dr Griffiths: She always called me that...we both had these cute names for each other, I'm sure it sounds silly to you...
"Will you marry me, Shannon?"
She drew a breath, and remained silent for what seemed like an eternity, before she laughed. Riley laughed at her laugh.
"Well?"
She took the paper from over the both of them and abandoned it to the air, where it flew for a little while before gravity caught it like a bouquet and brought it back down to earn in the middle of the quiet street.
"Yes! Yes! Of course I will Ry! I love you..."
"I love you too, Ginny"
They shared what fate would decide would be their last passionate kiss in the rain, and even now Riley wished it really had lasted as long as it seemed to back then, their lips parted, but their hands did not as they skipped across the street...and then it all became a blur, a screech of tires, a harrowing scream as out of instinct, Riley pushed her out of the way at the last possible moment and barely registered the swerving car's headlights as it hit him full force. His body bounced on the hood and his back cracked the windshield before bouncing off onto the road. The car swerved around him with little regard as it continued its erratic journey well above the legal speed limit. Riley lay crumpled on the street, next to the newspaper that had shielded him moments earlier.
Shannon ran across the street, and knelt beside Riley as she screamed his name, but he was out. Moments later, a flash of sirens and the police car who had been pursuing the speeding drunk driver screeched to a halt as Shannon waved her arms.
Dr Griffiths: They said I was lucky to be alive, and even luckier that the damage to my spine and leg hadn't been more severe. Funny because I didn't feel lucky. I still don't. Eventually I recovered enough to only need this cane, but the incident had taken its toll on Shannon. Two weeks after I had been released from hospital, Shannon took me back to the park where we had shared our first date and first kiss. She looked at me, trapped in the wheelchair, and neither of us knew back then whether I'd get any better. I still remember the tears in her eyes and we both knew what was coming. We had argued about it enough.
"Riley...listen, I don't think...no, I know I can't handle this. I'm sorry. Please, don't make this any harder than it has to be..."
Riley said nothing even as she took her engagement ring from her finger and placed it in his palm. She closed his fingers around it, and walked away without another word, never once looking back at him or the future she was leaving behind. It was then that Riley had cried for the first time for someone other than his parents, only this time when he was left broken and overwhelmed, nobody would be there for him.
Dr Griffiths: If there was one positive I took from it all, it was the strength and determination not to spend the rest of my life confined to a damn wheelchair...
Joe Everyman.
The man. The myth. The legend.
The first ever Imperial Champion. Bernie and I should feel honored, maybe even a little overwhelmed by the calibre of competition we're gonna be facin' at Sacrifice. Ya have been at this for years, haven't ya, mate? Ya have the experience edge over us most definitely. Hell, ya probably don't even know who we are, but that's okay, why should ya? After all, ya can look at the two of us and blow us off as a couple of failures who failed ta do the very thing ya did a couple of months ago - win a shot at the top prize in the company.
That makes ya better than us by default, doesn't it mate? Of course it does, everything makes sense when you're Joe Everyman and grasp at straws and twist things ta tell whatever story ya want ta that week. right Joey? One moment its all over the news about how ya were involved in some collision and may have been pissed right out your head too, the next, oh no, it never happened and it was all a giant conspiracy by Roberto Verona ta screw ya outta the title even though Lex beat ya fair and square before Bertie even showed up ta give ya knuckle sandwich right across your confused little mug.
Now I'll be the first ta admit that I'm not the best person ta debate the finer points of a legally bindin' contract with ya or with anyone else, but even I know that a contract cannot be altered AFTER it has been finalized and signed, so for ya to accuse the man who clearly has enough business sense ta own forty per cent of this company and be its COO of such a fundamental error, you're either incredibly stupid or incredibly desperate.
I know ya only by your reputation Joey, so I'm gonna guess its a little bit of both, ain't it? Ya cannot face the fact and admit that your moment in the sun has already come and gone, can ya mate? How delightfully ironic...all those years in that other company and you always felt people wouldn't step aside for ya, now you've had a taste of a little fleeting moment of glory yaself and now its ya who won't step aside for the rest of us. So it falls ta blokes like Bernie and myself ta force ya ta the back of the line and ta do so in the most violent manner possible. Not because we're company men, but because we simply enjoy it.
Some may say we're too brutal, but one bloke's brutal is just another bloke's efficient, and at Sacrifice we'll give ya the chance ta find out for yaself just how brutally efficient Licence To Kill can be. See Joey, ya may not know anythin' about us, but we know all about ya. We know all about your friends, allies ya keep close ta ya because they understand what it is ta fail and fail so badly and with such consistency that it becomes a reputation. It'd almost be remarkable if it weren't so damn pathetic.
Blokes like ya and your allies Joey get by like little kittens in their litter boxes, constantly scratching and coverin up their shit n' hopin' nobody else notices before cleanin' yaself up and walkin' away, tail held high in the air, and rather than admit that ya may be vunerable, ya puff out ya chest, make ya self look big and tell the world just how ready ya are ta face the next big challenge...and it works, for a little while.
Until a real beast comes along and exposes your humanity. That's the problem with tellin' blokes constantly not ta question your heart Joey. Soon someone comes along and actually takes your advice and decides for themselves that rather than question it, it saves a lot of time and effort ta just rip it from your chest and show it to the world and ta your Everymaniacs worldwide. What happens next Joey really is quite fascinatin'. Ya can tell a lot about a bloke by how he chooses ta handle his demons when he is forced ta.
We've already seen what it is that ya choose ta do when faced with your own demons in a bottle, haven't we mate? Ya deny them, ya bury them, ya live in ignorance as ya run from 'em, and ya consider that a victory even when it is shown ta the world as a defeat. Blokes like Bernie and I, we don't run from our demons, we never have because we know that if we ever did, we'd end up dead.
We've faced our demons. We've embraced 'em. We've learned from 'em.
And this Monday we will pass on the lessons they taught us ta ya.
And they will be even more painful than ya can ever imagine, mate.
Cyrus' laughter and a psychopathic glimmer in his eye ends the promo on a rather unsettling note.
Having heard the Doctor open himself up to Cyrus with little provocation told Daniels that it had been weighing on his mind for quite some time. Doctor Griffiths stopped twirling the cane as he snapped out of his reverie with the thud of its rubber tip on the floor.
Dr Griffiths: I'm sorry...
Dr Griffiths rubbed his eyes, not giving his tears a chance to arrive.
Daniels: It's quite alright, Doc. I understand. We all have our demons ta face...I was five when I saw my first one.
A young terrified Cyrus Daniels heard his parents arguing in the next room, they argued frequently especially when daddy had been drinking. Cyrus did his best to hide under the covers and drown out the commotion in his parents' bedroom, but something was different this time as he heard what sounded like a twig snap. Cyrus jumped out of bed, clutching his beloved Teddy as he sneaked out of his room and tip toed across the hall, putting his back to the wall and peering around the corner, pushing the closed door of his parents bedroom, slowly open. He peeked inside and his eyes widened and he held his breath as he saw his daddy wildly swinging a quarterful bottle of beer in the midst of his tirade and hid mother laying face down across the bed. Unwittingly Cyrus opened the door a little further and it betrayed his presence to his father by squeaking on its hinges.
Daniels: The bastard caught me. Dropped his beer and stumbled over, grabbing me from the doorway and pulling me in ta the room.
"Come 'ere ya little bastard, watch as I teach your mommy a lesson...."
Chase Daniels then grabbed his only son by the scruff of his pajama top so hard that he dropped Teddy. It fell to the floor, the first sign of an innocence that was about ta be taken from him, and Chase open the closet and threw Cyrus into it, his back hit the wooden back inside. Chase went back over to the bed and flipped his quivering wife over on the bed and pinned her arms to her side with his knees as he slapped her repeatedly over and over, laughing.
A terrified Cyrus closed the closet til just a crack of light could enter it and he wished he would be swallowed up in this small dark solitary place as tears streamed down his face. He felt so weak, so powerless and so damn helpless.
"Are ya watchin' boy? Remember this. Ya always hurt the ones ya love the most..."
Daniels: I've never forgotten...
At Cyrus Daniels' recollection Dr Riley quivered with an anger and a helplessness of his own, apalled by the fact that such monsters existed and appeared so frequently in his own line of work. Some days even he wondered how he managed to do this job. The alarm on his desk beeped bringing the session to an end.
Dr Griffiths looked over at the beeping alarm and then over at Cyrus.
Dr Griffiths: Listen, Mr Daniels. I know you're under no obligation currently to see me beyond what company policy requires every six months, but I'd really like to continue this if possible.
Cyrus Daniels got up and started heading towards the door, resting his hand on the knob he looks over at Dr Griffiths.
Daniels: See ya in six months, Doc...
Dr Griffiths simply nodded and sighed as Cyrus left his office, closing the door behind him.
Dr Griffiths used his cane to help himself up and hobbled back behind his desk, he sat in his leather office chair and noticed he was still shaking after what had been a very emotionally draining session for him, he had never revealed himself to a patient quite so personally before and he looked over at the calendar and noted that today was the day he had marked every year since his accident. The anniversary of the day his one true love had left him in the park.
Dr Griffiths shook his head, before opening the top drawer of his desk. An engagement ring rolled on top of an old forgotten photograph in the drawer, but he wasn't looking to swim in his sorrows today. He picked out a small bottle of scotch, unscrewed the top and took a swig. He was looking to drown in them. It burned the back of his throat and he welcomed the sensation, after years of denying his demons, today they would have their way with him as they did every year on this day.
Dr Griffiths: Damn you, Ginny...
Well howdy there pardner.