THE SENTRY:
A LIGHT IN THE DARK
I've been having these weird thoughts lately..
Somedays my head is clear and I know exactly who I am and what my pupose is…
And others….
All I see is a Void.
CHAPTER 1
New York City is loud, and busy. It's everything I hate, it gives me this feeling in the pit of my stomach.
The subway doors opened and people began filing off. Robert Reynolds is one of them. His blonde hair hidden underneath a Chicago Blackhawks hat, and baggy clothing covering his body.
His walk is that of a tired man, someone without purpose. His reaches the streets of NY and a sigh leaves his mouth.
His forehead and palms sweat as he moves through the crowds, trying too hard not to bump into anyone.
Robert makes it to a small apartment building, the sign on the door reads "DOC SAMPSON: PSYCHIATRIST"
"Great to see you Robert, have a seat." The green haired man motioned to the couch. Sampson is a large man, wide and tall. He looks like an 80's wrestler, dark green hair and muscles in places normal people don't have muscles.
"How was the train?" Sampson flashes a smile.
"I didn't vomit afterwards this time." The words slowly fall out of Robert's mouth.
"That's an improvement, have the breathing techniques been helping you."
No.
"I mean I haven't really had a chance to use them, but I think so." Sampson writes down something in his notepad.
I hate that thing
"Did you get any sleep last night?"
Did you have any dreams about murdering yourself and all your friends?
"Eh it was fine, just watched TV until I passed out." Sampson responds with a knowing nod.
"Hey no problem with that!" He gives a hearty chuckle. I crack a smile.
"Have you made any new connections?"
I pause.
Sampson leans towards me.
"I talked with this coffee shop guy for a little. He liked my shirt." I lie.
Sampson leans back in his chair, he's disappointed in me.
"That must've been nice. Striking up conversations with strangers even on the littlest of things, helps to bring a little more light into your life."
The word light hits me like a knife
"I want you to try making a new friend, it can be the local barista to reconnecting with someone you haven't seen in awhile."
Richards
"Alright Doc, I'll do my best." Sampson smiles.
"I'm sure you will." They shake hands as Robert practically runs out of Sampson's office.
Robert walks for what seems like hours. He stops in front of the Baxter Building, a gleaming beacon of modern achievement.
"Not today." He mumbles under his breath as he walks away.
I wake up in a cold sweat. The room is surrounded in blackness.
I...I can't see….
There's no way out!
He's laughing at me…he's...I'm laughing..
The alarm clock rings in Robert's ears, forcing him awake. Robert lazily gets out of the bed and heads directly to the bathroom. He studies his face in the mirror. His beard is a giant mass on his face, he has bags under his eyes, and his hair is disheveled.
"You depress me." He says to the mirror as he gets in the shower.
Scout, a bright yellow corgi, immediately began tracking Robert's footsteps as he walked into the kitchen.
The answering machine blinks red as Robert sits on the couch. Scout gets up on his lap and they watch TV together.
A loud baging comes from the front door, alerting Scout.
"Great." Robert mumbles as he walks towards the door. He swings it open to find a man in a hooded sweatshirt.
"I need The Sentry's help." Robert slams the door in his face.