First off all I want to thank Jemima Flute, for her help. I'm a programmer and this is my first fan fic so I needed a lot of help with it, and she helped me (specially in the romantic thing 'cause I don't stand a chance there). Thanks for everything JF.

Now this is not just a romantic, drama, supernatural, or whatever fic. It has a lot other stuff, but there were only two genres to choose. It's more of a psychological thriller, I guess. It's not from my point of view, it's actually told by another character. Hope you enjoy it. It's going to be long. Review after reading (criticism helps, good or bad, I don't care).

Disclaimer: I own nothing WWE related just my original characters, and I guess you know who those will be.

CHO 1

Set 2 years after Kane and Lita's divorce.

Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Uriel, and I'm what you call, a demon… rough word, though I've been called by many names, like "an imaginary friend", or "figment of your imagination", or my favorite "bipolar disorder". I don't even know what I am anymore, but that's not important. The story, important or not, is up to you. For me it is. Why? Because it's my job, and it's not like you're going to do it for me, huh? I thought so…

This is stupid. I don't get any of this shit. Mom tells me not to say that word; like I care anymore. I won't live long so why should I.

So we start this story late at night, instead of early in the mornings (I hate mornings). A 12 year old looking kid sits in a dark hotel room, and the only light there, is the one coming from the TV, that makes his dual eyes shine, while he plays Halo and thinks about many things surrounding his mind; too many things for a guy his age actually. He'd play this game countless times, and I mean countless times. In fact, this is one of the things that he gets to do besides reading, sketching or playing his guitar since he had to move on from place to place, from country to country with his mom and the one his mom called his dad.

Being home schooled he didn't had many friends, not like he cared. He tried to be at school but he didn't quite fit. Famous for his bulling and pranks he was always in trouble getting suspended all the time, and that was just a little problem compare to other things like his mental illnesses. At least those weren't deep in now, but you'll choose when those are going to be important or not. Estimated not to live long he grew bitter and bitter with a sickness that not even the doctors could name, which for him was nothing else but a curse. Maybe, he was right…

Flashback

"A curse?" He heard his mom said, interrupting Dr. Smith and looking toward her son who was sitting on top of an examination bed, looking straight down with a frown on his face.

Jason looked at her, in not the very best mood. "Of course mom what else could it be? I grow faster; I think faster; I'll die faster…"

"Jason stop it!" He was interrupted by his mother who was now leaning down on him and hugging him. "There is no curse and the doctors say that this will pass."

"What does it matter, mom? I didn't have like a childhood, and I know that not even puberty will last!"

After a moment, Dr. Smith stepped in and interrupted.

"Ms. Dumas, I know this is not the best of the moments to explain just exactly what's happening but…"

"It's ok. Go ahead." Lita interrupted, standing and looking at Dr. Smith' face. It was obvious to him, she was fighting her tears; trying to keep strong for her son. Yeah, strong, whatever…

"Ms. Dumas, we are not clear yet as to what it is but we do know how it is affecting him besides than just his body." He said this showing her some X-Rays while an assistant help to put them on a light box that was attached to the wall right in front of the bed.

"You see Mrs. Dumas," he continued, "it seems that not only his body is aging but his mind too. Now I'm pretty sure you've noticed this. How he might look twelve but he's only two years old." He looked back at the boy who was looking down at the floor again, and eager to leave the place.

"After some tests, we have come to know something that has truly shocked us." He said looking back at Lita. He pulled some brain scans, as we watched the boy seem interested on what he was talking about now. The assistant took the brain scans and put the on the light box, stepping at the side of the bed.

"…Something that shocked us." Jason thought.

Story of my life… He felt a small sarcastic grin over his face.

"You see Ms. Dumas. We have found that Jason's brain, let's say, grows faster than his body." He saw Lita's confused expression as he said this. "His brain matter becomes more active than what it's supposed too at the age that his body appears to be."

Not like that helped much…

"Wait you're telling me that he is way too smart for his age?" Lita asked, still confused.

"Well let's put it like this: right now he looks 12 years old, but he is as smart as a 15 year old. The thing is that the older he gets, his brain is going to start to double this age limit, and if, for example, he becomes to look like a 15 year old but his mind is that of a 21 year old, which will lead the body to adapt to his brain matter for the next change. He will be 21 looking but his mind is going to be 12 years older. You could add 21, his body age to 12, his brain matter's activity range. It'll give you 33. Jason we'll be looking that age but his mind will start readjusting itself and it doubles those 12 years and when it does his body is going to start the countdown again to reach his brain matter activity so both can be in some balance."

Lita looked back at Jason and Jason at her.

"See mom. By the time I get to look like a 20 year old guy I'll be as smart as grandpa!" He said trying to get rid of the tension that was unfolding in the room, and in him.

Lita managed a smile but she wasn't really happy about this. In fact she could not contain a tear that escaped from her left eye, and she looked back at the doctor so that Jason didn't see her like that. She cleaned away the tear, and Smith understood what she was trying to do. He had been Jason's doctor since he was born, for two years now, but he'd learned to understand these things. The forty year old man stood there as if nothing happened after Lita looked at him giving him a glance that he understood.

"…So, what about the attacks?" Lita asked.

"Well, we have track down the last four attacks. Every attack pushes him into getting older faster than he should, since his body has to adapt itself to his brain matter activity."

"Wait, so if he doesn't have those attacks he could live longer?"

Now Jason was interested. He would do anything to live a little longer, but he had gone through so many treatments that he was getting tired of it. Jason started to feel like a guinea pig, or a lab rat. He just wanted a final solution. A solution that solved all of his problems, no treatments involved but if he needed more treatments he had nothing to lose, except his life, and it wasn't like he was going to last that long. His mother on the other hand was completely tired of it. She just wanted her son to live the rest of his short life in peace; no more machines around him. Still, she knew that she would do anything for him, and that he indeed deserved to live, as far as she was concerned…

"It is a strong possibility, yes; that if Jason attacks stop he'll be able to live a rather normal life, but as you know we will have to run some tests that may lead to treatments." He said with a concerned look on his face.

"More treatments…"

Lita looked back at her son, who was looking at her with pleading eyes. She knew he would do anything. I knew he would do anything. She turned back at the doctor and nod while staring down at the floor reflecting.

"Ms. Dumas, I know this isn't easy for you, and I don't want to push you or anyone in your family into any kind of decision. It should be better if you talk about it and think about it. When you make your decision you can give any of my assistants or myself a call, and I'm sure I can put Jason for another session as soon as possible."

Lita nodded and went toward her son. Taking some hair out of his face she smiled at him and he smiled back; a tired smile.

"Are you ok with this Jason?" She said looking at him, though he looked down thinking of it.

"Yeah, I'm sure mom." He said and he looked back at her, and then at the doctor.

END FLASHBACK