A.N: I was watching No Surrender, the TNA PPV, when I saw the promo for Chris Daniels VS Samoa Joe. It mentioned that Chris escaped the Asylum to become Number One Contender for the X-Division title which was in Joe's possession and I liked the name of the cage. Plus, Raven and Daffney musi have been bugging me all week for a fic about them so I added Abyss, Mankind and Kane to it and got this little brain picker of a story. I hope you like it!
Chapter One: Raven
The doctors inside this dreaded asylum said I was crazy due to my apparent lust for blood. It's not like I'm a vampire or anything. I just like to see grown men bleed by my hand. Sandman. Dreamer. Richards. All of them have fallen, their blood staining my hands as I watch them with an unforgiving eye. Their blood has stained my dreams since I was put into this asylum. The leaky drainage keep me awake at night as I hide away from the world, too 'dangerous' to roam free.
Sandman was one of the main reasons I am in here. We loathe each other, but that fact is hidden from the naked eye. What Sandman and I share is a mutual hatred of each other. It keeps us apart, but inside us, our hearts beat to the same tune, like a clock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. He will feel how much I loathe him when I am finally free from this rat infested death trap.
As I sit in my cell, I wonder why I am in here. Sandman knows perfectly well why I'm in here. I'm crazy. I need psychological help. I hear voices in my head.
Yes, the voices talk to me. Tell me to do horrible things to people. There are thousands of voices in there. Trying to get my attention. Most of the time I ignore them for they have nothing useful to say. Most of the time. There's one voice that stands out, his voice louder then the rest. His voice, much like my own, has a rough yet soft quality to it. He knows how to soothe my raging thoughts in one swift moment, making much of the other voices in my head stop. He loves me, because he knows what I am capable of.
Raven.
He helps me. He understands me. Not like the clones around here. They all want to destroy him. But I won't let them!
"NO!" I scream aloud, glad no one can hear me while I am sitting in my cell, listening to the rain as it trickles down the window. I stand up and move to the small square frame, looking out at the night. Thunder claps in the distance and I feel a shudder run up my spine.
He's here.
Scotty. His voice is soothing, calming me as I stare at the rain drops sliding down the window panes.
Why do they want to hurt me Scott? What did I ever do to them?
"Nothing," I say allowed, knowing that I'm talking to myself. But he knows that I am talking to him.
Then why do they want to get rid of me?
"I won't let them hurt you. They don't know you like I do, Raven. They don't understand how understanding and compassionate you are."
I hold no compassion in my heart, Scott. I hold no love or joy. Nor do you. I am only as compassionate as you make me. And right now, you hold no compassion or love in that black little heart of yours.
"I know. Sandman knew what he was getting himself into when he challenged me, yet he did it anyway." I sit down against the padded corner and hug myself tighter then the vest will let me. I can feel his warm arms around me now, comforting me.
You showed no compassion when you tore Sandman's throat out. That's the Scott Levy I know and love. The Scott Levy that Selina misses the most. The Scott Levy who everyone misses…
"While he rots away inside this cell," I finish, knowing that's what he was going to say. I stand up and kick my only pillow across the room. It thumps against the padded door and lands on the floor.
Goodnight dear one.
"Goodnight Raven," I mutter to myself as my brain quietens down. I walk over to the door and gently kick it across the room, back to where it was before, and lie down, hoping I will drift off to sleep quickly.
I lay there for a while, listening.
Silence.
I close my eyes and smile, just a deafening scream comes from one of the cells down the hall.
Daffney has awoken.