Baine

Baine †Losing Sanities Embrace†
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Baine's Thoughts	Baine Speaking	Timmons Speaking	Nurse Speaking	Nikki Syxx Speaking	Devin Hawk Speaking
The scene begins as thus. The room in which we see now is no larger than a ten by ten cell if you will. The walls cold and pale grey. The small windows covered by by thick steel bars. from outside You hear thunder in the distance, followed shortly thereafter by a dull flash of light. The clouds hide the moon in a shadowy cloak of impenetrable night. Baine sits upon a bed, slightly to small to contain his massive build. Baine slowly buries his face in his palms and sighs. His mind darts randomly in thought. So many years have passed and again I find myself in a place like this. No friends or family anywhere to be seen. Again I am a mere specter. None giving a shit whether I live or die. Hell I am starting to not give a a shit myself. I have to wonder what is to become of me. Baine pulls his hands from his face and looks at his arms, covered in long scabbed over gashes, which seemingly seep a clear, yet slightly crimson tinted liquid. What the hell was I thinking? I remember sitting there and then a haze. Then I woke up to see the knife in my hand and cuts on my arms. Why would I do this to myself? Did I do this to myself? Your losing it Jacob, Keep it together. Baine look up as he hears the metallic sound of the door unlocking and opening. Dr. Clark Timmons steps through the door, Dressed in a white lab coat and scrubs, while a stethoscope dangles from his neck. His glasses resting upon the tip of his nose. He smiles dryly at Jacob, the man the wrestling world know as Baine. He shuts the door behind him and places his hands in his lab coat pockets. Hello Jacob. How are you feeling? How the hell do you think? I am sitting here with a fucking gap in my memory as big as the Grand Canyon. How the hell would you feel? I'm fine. What have you found out? Well, the results are not good Jacob. The catscan showed abnormalities. Abnormalities? What the hell does that mean? Well Jacob when I looked over the results it revealed a very striking pattern of frontal lobe atrophy with widening of the interhemispheric fissure and some lesser atrophy of the vermis of the cerebellum. The location of this damage involves an area in your brain thought to be responsible for judgment and primitive impulse control. What the fuck does that mean doc? Do you even know what the fuck you are saying? Well Jacob, that is the sign we see most commonly in people whom suffer from schizophrenia or epileptic seizures. If that is the case then I am afraid things are far worse for you than we originally feared. Well exactly what is the difference in the two? Shit I asked him to explain, I will be here a while now. Well as far as schizophrenia is concerned, typical symptoms of schizophrenia include hallucinations, mostly visual and auditory. To try to interpret these very realistic hallucinations, the sufferer develops delusions. A common delusion is that a schizophrenic may think he has a magic power or that he is God. This is a psychotic state. A psychosis affects the brain and damages it. Disorders in emotional perception, movement stiff movements, for example and problems with speech such as abruptly stopping in the middle of a sentence and starting another, may make the sufferer look bizarre to others. The most common form is paranoid schizophrenia. This is where the sufferer's thoughts are controlled by strong suspicious delusions, and auditory hallucinations, such as 'hearing voices' which is very common. In comparison with other forms of schizophrenia, the disorders of emotional perception, movement and speech are rather small. The development of schizophrenia often starts during adolescence or young adulthood. It is believed that it is caused by genetic defects triggered by stress factors like depression, the death of a dear person, or other experiences that are hard to cope with. The prognosis of schizophrenia is bad when the disease has developed slowly; when there were no significant factors to trigger it; when it started to develop early; and when there are more family members suffering from schizophrenia. Treatment includes the taking of medications to suppress psychosis and joining psychotherapy. During non-psychotic episodes the sufferer has to learn to live with the symptoms and to avoid the possible triggers which prompt the psychosis; such as pressure, unstable and unhealthy lifestyle, stress and insecure feelings. A split personality has nothing to do with schizophrenia, but more with Multiple Personality Syndrome. This is a psychiatric disorder that causes the sufferer's personality to divide into sub personalities, also known as alters. The alters have their own memory, and don't know of each other's existence. Consequently, the sufferer has episodes of amnesia. The development of MPS is almost always triggered by severe abuse, including sexual abuse. During the traumatic experience the person becomes dissociated from the experience, becomes 'not there', and an alter personality takes over the pain. For every traumatic experience an alter is created. The alternating of the alters is easily recognized by the changing of the voice of the sufferer. There are many differences between schizophrenia and 'split personality' In practice this doesn't always show immediately. Careful observation of the sufferer and his or her symptoms over a long period is needed before a diagnosis can be reached. This is a normal practice in psychiatry; every person is different, and all the symptoms mentioned above can look different. It is almost unavoidable that a person will be mis-diagnosed at the start of treatment. As long as treatment fits the sufferer and the diagnosis is adjusted along the way, there isn't a problem. Although it is often hard to recognize what kind of disease a person is suffering from, the differences between schizophrenia and MPS are rather different. I had to fucking ask. Note to self, stop doing that. So either way you put it, I am fucking nutty as a fruit cake right? Not at all Jacob. There is a drug being tested to help control this. Control, there is no cure? Im afraid there is no known cure at this time. The human brain is still a mystery to mankind. Fuck There is a knock at the door. A second later a nurse walks through the door. Doctor, Mr. Brinks has a visitor. A Miss. Nikki Syxx. Shall I show her in? Timmons looks to Baine, and Baine nods. Yes please do nurse. And have her meet us in examination room 221 in ten minutes. Very well doctor. She turns and walks out, the door closes behind her. Shit, shit, shit, what the hell do I do? Doc, can we please not tell Nikki about this? She is worried too much as it is. She doesn't need to deal with this. I will agree to not say anything Jacob, but you really need to tell her what is going on. She deserves that much. I hate when he's right. Alright But I wanna see how I react to treatment first. Agreed. Now lets get you into a regular room so she doesn't ask why you are in the psyche ward. Thanks doc. The two men walk out of the room and down a series of passageways to a back section leading to the emergency room. They enter room 221 and Baine sits on the bed. A few moments pass and the door opens again. This time Nikki Syxx, Baine's sister, steps through. she is wearing a pair of sleeping pants cut into shorts, as well as a black tank top. She half runs to the opposite side of the room and hugs her brother. What can I say? Is there anything I can say? God damn it. Baine returns his sister's hug and half smiles. She looks up tears streaming, as a concerned mother looking at her wounded child trying to make the hurt go away. I cant tell her the truth. Not now, not ever. It would kill her. Jacob, what happened? I went nuts, cut myself, and started slipping into a state of madness. Nothing much. UM... Baine and I went to a club and some guys started some shit. Then some prick got creative with a knife. You know same shit different day. Saved by the wingman. Nikki turns her head and sees her, and Baine's brother Devin Hawk stepping through the door. He is dressed in a white sleeveless t-shirt, black jeans, black leather biker boots and duster which scraped the white tile floor. You telling me that I was called by the hospital at 3 in the morning for this? Getting into a fight in a club. You guys are dicks. Your just pissed because we didn't invite you to come along. Nikki flips Devin the middle finger and smiles, wiping the tears from her eyes. No, I thought something was really wrong. You guys do this every time you get together. Yes, but isn't that because usually some dipshit decides to handle your goods, and that gets the fight started? Don't change the subject. You really had me worries. But seeing you guys were going out looking for trouble, I am gong home to get some more sleep. I suggest you two do the same. Yes mom. Yes mom. Nikki sticks out her tongue and exits the room. After waiting a few minutes Devin's face becomes somber as he looks to his brother. So what the hell is really going on? And no bullshit. Baine sighs and looks at Timmons before nodding. Timmons explains the situation to Devin. As he finishes Devin focuses on Baine. So what the hell can be done? How the hell should I know? The doc says there are only medications to help control things, but there is no cure. Bullshit, you pricks can clone sheep but cant find a simple cure? I am afraid it isn't that simple. The human mind... Fuck you Clark. You have been Baine's doctor for a long time now and I can tell when you are bullshitting me. Now lets hear it. Well, to be honest there is an experimental drug called psytomenzinine. However it is in the early test stages only. And the fatality rate is one in ten. To be honest your brothers genetic disorder will greatly increase the chance of him not surviving the treatment. It's better to die than live a life such as this. Jacob, I know that look in your eyes so don't you dare even contemplate it or I will kick you fucking heart out. Then I will take the regular treatments to at least stabilize till the experimentation is done and a cure is more achievable That's better. Now what about Jacobs wrestling career? Can he still do it or is it time to retire for good? Retire? Me? Fuck that. That's not an option. Wrestling is all I have left. Just because I am losing it upstairs, doesn't mean I cant beat some ass in the ring. Well there is something I must explain to you first about these meds. The efficacy of antipsychotic drugs is well-established. These medications can make symptoms milder, shorten the course of an episode, and increase the time between psychotic episodes. These drugs are not perfect tools, however. Studies show that while approximately 70% of patients improve while on these drugs, about 25% show only minimal improvement and about 5% actually deteriorate. My fears are with Jacobs state he may fall in that 5% range. Im damned if I do, Im damned if I don't. Its worth the risk. Just make out the prescription. Timmons nods silently and writes the prescription. Baine takes it and places it in his pants pocket. before standing. One last thing. Now what? I need to schedule you for some therapy sessions. Only with them can the drugs have their full effect. Fucking shrinks. Sure whatever I need to get out of here. Just call me with the details. Timmons nods as Baine and Devin walk out. Timmons smiles to himself as he stands in the room alone. Shortly after the nurse enters. How did it go? Quite well. Baine has been given the prescription and is none the wiser. Phase one has begun. Very good, the military is paying you quite well for this little experiment. We expect to see results soon. Relax, the drugs will do just what I told you. And Baine is the perfect test subject. In his career his aggressive tendencies will indeed raise quite a bit. But none will question it with his past. And if something were to occur, a fatality? My dear, sacrifices are to be expected in the name of science. The scene fades In the black Hummer Baine and Devin sit talking whilst Devin drives his brother home. Both are silent all the way to their destination. As they arrive the car stops and Baine steps out. You going to be alright? No, not really. Yeah, I will be fine. Ill pick up my meds in the morning and see what happens. Thanks for the ride. No problem bro, ill catch ya in the morning. Devin drives away and Baine heads inside. Inside the house Baine sets up the video equipment and presses record. He sits in his lazy boy recliner and begins speaking. This has been a hell of a night. But now it is time to make myself a promotional video. And to who do I have the pleasure of facing? Lets find out shall we? Baine opens a piece of mail which rested upon the end table by his chair, He opens the letter and reads it. His face looks perplexed ad confused for a second. What the hell? This has to be a typo. He reads the letter again and sits in utter silence, At last he reads the names of his match aloud. Clarissa St. Cloud with Mr. Phelps versus Baine for the Geocities Championship. What the hell is Mordrid thinking? I cant accept this match in good conscience. I will end up hurting that girl quite badly in the ring. I am calling the president to settle this shit. Baine picks up the phone and begins dialing. As he hits the sixth digit he pauses and lowers his hand. His eyes roll back into his head, while his bottom lip begins quivering. he begins convulsing slowly as though he were having a mild seizure. a moment passes and his eyes open. He looks at the letter again and then hangs the phone up. he leisurely sits back in his chair and smiles menacingly. How kind of Mr. Mordrid. Allowing a mere sacrificial lamb to be led to the slaughter. I must remember to thank him. Baine turns on the television to watch the promo done earlier by Clarissa. As it ends Baine speaks, his voice a bit deeper than normal, a sort of rasping growl if you will. Poor little Clarissa. For you my heart bleeds. But I cannot help but be invigorated. I sit here envisioning endless torment for you. How I shall enjoy the pleasures of your body. First hard and rigid from the resistance you will attempt to muster. Trying in desperation to merely survive the upcoming confrontation. But them it goes as limp and seemingly lifeless as a rag doll as though it were discarded by a child whom had it's fill of play. Will tears steam down your face as my bitch sister Nikki did tonight? The sight is sickeningly sweet to me. The woes of mankind are as sweet to me as the aroma of the most fragrant flower. You are filled with self doubt and uncertainty. That is to be expected. You see Clarissa, your time is as fleeting as a rabbit whom dashed away from the rampaging predator. But unlike wild kingdom, there is no escape from me. No safe haven, or preverbal rabbit hole to hide in. You are just a weak minded pathetic girl who has no business being here with me. You need to learn your place baby. You have three choices. One, servicing a man while turning a profit like a good little hooker. Two, staying at home and becoming the baby factory all women are meant to be. Then there is three, where you get your ass in the kitchen and cook your man dinner. Of the three choices I hope you choose the first. If so I have a twenty spot with your name on it. It seems that your man whore Phelps is looking for his long lost mommy. Poor guy, what's wrong bub? You wanting to catch up on some well earned breast feeding from the old bat? Whatever turns your crank man. It's none of my affair. Hell I am not as bad as you think I am baby. I will even help you look for your guys momma. Baine picks up his laptop from beside his chair and starts clicking and typing. After a few minutes he smiles. He then picks up the phone and makes a call, his words to soft for the microphone to record. He hangs up the phone and types a bit more. He then focuses back on the camera. I hope this will help you. I called a friend of mine near Cherokee. He told me he would hand up the fliers I just designed for you. Baine turns the screen to show the camera. It is a grotesque picture of a woman's vaginal area with Phelps picture in the corner. The flier reads: Mr. Phelps misses his mommy. If you have seen this vagina please call him as soon as possible. He wants to see where he came from. Baine sits the laptop down and laughs. That should help you on your search bub. So until next time, I await your response. END OF TRANSMISSION