Author: Amaroqwolf
Author's notes: Wow, none this time round.
Synopsis: Shannon Moore is lost in the greyness of his mind, and Phsycitrist Jeanna Bishop tries to figure out what happened?
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Shannon sat silently curled up in the chair. The heel's of his feet were pressed against his thighs, his arms were wrapped around his shins, and his head was resting on his knees. His Blue grey eyes stared blankly at the window only 10 feet away. But, in the six months he had been in this place, the place of yellowed walls and green floors he only moved when propelled by a person. He could eat but, only after being forced to start. And even then more made it on him then in. His eyes remained blank never showing any emotion. He hadn't spoken a word sense he attacked Matt, His last words had been a cry for help and here, in this dank hole where they hid the monster's of society he would never get it. He would waste away to nothing a vision of the once vibrent life that had dwelled with in the fragil frame and no one would care.
Why would they? He had tried to hurt someone. He was a Monster his mother had been right. Always right never wrong that was what his father had told him when he was little.
Don't argue with son, she's always right never wrong.
His father had left him when he was eight dyeing in a horrific car wreck. Left him to his fate. Misguided as that fate had become he had formed it. Never strong enough to fight back, always able to be pushed around and forced to do things against his will. Unbidden tears had sprung to life in his eyes. He didn't blink though they just ran down his face stareing not moveing just listening to the inner workings of his damaged mind. If he tried to come out it hurt like shards of glass digging into his fragil and exposed flesh. He couldn't do it he would remain folded deep with-in the warm saftey of his mind. He was safe there nesteled and supported in his locked off world.
Safe in the grey mist of his mind....
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Jeanna Bishop had worked in the Mental instatuite for nearly 2 years. She had seen some come and some go but none that intrigged her as much as the small Shannon Moore. She thought about him as she chewed on her pen. She knew he had been a wrestler but before that she had no inkling of what could set off his desent into madness. Most people she had spoken to she could pinpoint it. But with Moore there was no pin-point. She sighed and tapped the notepad infront of her looking over her notes, as brief as they were she knew there had to be something. Someway to break through the emptyness in those eyes. Some way to find her way to the mind with in that small fragile body. There was a knock at her door and she slowly glanced up annoyed with haveing to stop studying her problem.
"Come in." She said.
The door opened and Gregory Pitt came in with that wolfish grin on his face that made Jaenna roll her eyes and looked him in his.
"Hey, Jaenna." He said still grinning.
If she belived in mythologiccal creatures she would of belived this man was some paranormal creature. "What do you want Gregory?" She said disdainfully.
" I saw the new Phsyco they brought in here, he's quite a head case ain't he?"
"Gregory shut up." She responded. "What do you want?" She asked.
He grinned that predatory smile. "Your new headcase." He said gleefully. "Is a star..I want access to him." He chuckeled.
"No," She responded. "I won't let you exploit my patientes.
"Oh, come on he won't even know it." Came the response in a pleading voice.
Jeanna stared at him coldly. "I'll know and I won't allow it now leave or I'll have Rufus remove you."
Gregory sneered at her and straightened up. "I'll get to him don't worry about that, get his families premission."
Jeanna rose to her feet and stepped around the desk she went to the door and opened it. "Rufus come here please?"
The big black man came into the room and looked down in disgust at Gregory. "What can I do Ms. Bishop?" he asked.
"Remove the reporter and make sure he never steps foot in this building again unless its in a straight jacket." She responded.
Rufus cracked his knuckels. "Be my pleasuer Ms. Bishop." Rufus grabbed Gregory. "Come along Mr. Pitt." And dragged him from the room.
Jeanna sighed and sat down. She looked down at the file and studied the pictures. He seemed to show no cracks in his demeanor. He seemed perfectly stable so what had set him off.
What had put him to the emotional point of begging for help. She tapped the pen on the file and looked at one of the names. The man who had been with her patient when he had broken down. If she could speak with him maybe what had happened in those last few moments of clearity in the younger man's head.
She nodded silently comeing to a decision she needed to speak with this Matt Hardy, the person who had been with Mr. Moore before and dureing his breakdown.
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"Alright, I'll see you at 2 O'clock then." Matt Hardy said and hung the phone up.
He pushed his hair back and frowned slightly, great just what he needed some phsycitrist comeing around and trying to figure out through him what went wrong with Shannon. He sighed and ran a hand across his face. What was he supposed to say. Yeah I beat the shit out of him a couple hours before he snapped and almost slit his own wrists right in front of me.
He sighed groaned and dropped onto the bed thinking about what he was going to say. Shit anything he could say would get him in a shit load of trouble plan and simple. He might as well take a shower and change his clothes before this docter lady got here. He could at least be clean and in fresh clothes for signing his death warrent.
He came out of the shower and Pulled on a clean T-shirt and jeans. He studied the clock for a silent minute and sighed as there was a knock on the door. "When death comes knocking at the door you have nothing better to do then answer."
He walked over and opened the door. The woman standing in the hallway had shoulder length Reddish brown hair, and blue eyes. She gazed at him. "Mr. Hardy?"
"Ms. Bishop?" He questioned pushing his wet hair out of his eyes.
The woman nodded. "May I come in?" She asked.
He nodded and stepped back allowing her into the hotel room. He watched her walk across the room, the blue jeans she was wearing were a bit tight, and the grey T-shirt with the dark blue short sleaves fit nicely and her hair was pulled back in a professional looking bun. The thick black framed glasses accented the outfit nicely.
"Would you like something to drink?" He wanted to smack himself. " A seat?" Yep definitly needed to smack himself.
She smiled and sat down at one the tables. She placed the notepad she was holding on the table then looked at him. "Mr. Hardy I don't bite please calm down."
Yeah sit down and she'll bite yer head off as soon as you touch on that subject. He sighed and walked over and took a seat and started studying his nails. He didn't look up as she dug threw her handbag for a pencil.
"Mr.Hardy?" She finally spoke again.
With out looking up he spoke. "Matt." He said.
"Huh?" She responded sounding confused.
He glanced up. "My names Matt, My Dad's Mr. Hardy."
She nodded. "You can call me Jaenna." she responded smileing.
He nodded and leaned back in the chair he seemed a little more at ease after the exchange of first names. But, his hands instinctivly went up and pushed his hair back out his face. She noted a scar on his forehead but didn't say anything about it.
He studied her as she studied him trying to figure out what her game was. He couldn't see what she was playing she hadn't spoken sense they had exchanged names. He finally sighed. "You had some questions?" He asked
She blinked rapidly then nodded. "Yes," She stammered thrown off by his bluntness. "You were with Mr. Moore on April 15th correct?" She asked slowly poseing her pen over the pad of paper.
"Yeah," was the only forcomeing response.
She looked at him studying him. His face was perfectly composed and calm. He wasn't nervouse at all. She had her suspicions about him but, the way he was acting didn't fit with them. "Could you tell me what happened that day that could of caused Mr. Moore to do what he did?"
His face clouded and a silky darkness came into his eyes and his voice as he spoke. "We had a Match in the ring that night. I was defending my title against Billy Kidman. As par to the script Shannon was supposed to Interfier and cause me to almost loose the title." He paused studied his nails then looked up again. "After that I as par to script was to then give him a twist of fate."
"Twist of Fate?" She questioned. "I'm sorry I'm not much on wrestleing."
He nodded. "Its understandable. Its more or less a Neckbreaker." He stated. "Anyway after the Match I lost track of Shannon. A freind of our Shane Helms spied him in the shower fully clothed but lost track of him shortly there after."
"Shane Helms?" She asked. "How long have you known him?"
"Sense I was a Teenager." Matt Responded and waited to see if she wanted him to continue.
"What happened then?" She asked.
He nodded. "Well, about 20 minutes Later Shawn Micheals had a run in with Shannon and he flipped out. Shawn reported seeing bruises on Shannon at the time and then went to find an EMT to Help Shannon. When they returned Shannon had moved on."
"Thats when you found him correct?" Jeanna asked calmly watching Matt's face to see his reaction.
He looked right back at her no smile no frown just flat plan lips. "Thats correct." She was good. But, he was better he was starting to suspect he was gonna get out of this interveiw with no problem.
"Why did you not seak Medical Attention for Shannon then?" She asked.
She saw it a flicker of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes as she threw him off. She struggeled not to grin and watched him silently watching his face as he struggeled to get a good answer out of his mouth.
"It didn't seem he needed it, we aquire a lot of bruises in this line of work." He finally managed to spit out.
She had him now. "Did you know Shannon required surgery on his left knee before he was imited to our Instatuit?"
What was those emotions flashing rapidly threw his eyes as she spoke. Shock, fear..worry, questions oh she was sure he had his own questions. She decided to go all out before he could answer. She had to get him to loose that cool mask he was wearing. She wanted to see if this was the Monster Shannon was running from. "Have you ever laid a hand on Shannon outside the ring?" She asked watching his face still.
"Ever slap him around cause he didn't fit in with you plans?" She rushed the next question. "Why is he afraid of water?"
She saw it the lose of controle he looked down his shoulders hunched his fists clenched as he struggeled to controle the boiling temper she had seen in his eyes. She watched him silently. "Mr. Hardy are you the reason behind whats going on with Shannon."
He didn't look up he didn't move. His hands remained clenched in front of him as he spoke. She could hear the barley restrained anger in his voice as he spoke. But, his words through her off. "How, dare you ask such questions. Shannon is like my brother. I would NEVER hurt him. EVER!" he snapped. "Leave now, this is rediculas.. I don't know why my best freind went crazy!"
Jeanna slowly rose studying him still hopeing to catch something that would give him away. "Thank you for your time Mr. Hardy." She stated and headed out of the room.
As soon as Matt heard the door click shut behind him he slumped over the table shuddering uncontrobbly. God, her rapid fire questions had almost got him. He had been so close to spilling everything. He just hoped to God Shannon didn't come out of it and spill it all.
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Jeanna sat at her desk silently studying the notes she had made of her interveiw with Matt Hardy. He seemed genuinly concerned for his freind. But, something just didn't fit with his story. She stood up and walked over to the window that looked into the rec room. She could see several of her patients interacting happily with each other but she spied the Blonde head of Shannon curled up on the chair as always trying to remain as small as possible. She sighed and thought about the day he had been brought in.
He had been non-resistent as they cut off the rest of his long hair just so he looked half-way desicent, hadn't even flinched when they had cleaned the gash on his arm. Then when they tried to get him in the shower he had thrown himself into a frenzy fighting with all his strength. He had managed to break one orderly's nose, by the time they had doped him up enough to get him stripped and into the water. Even so he had cried and whimpered the whole time shivering as if he was freezeing cold, even though the water was quite warm enough.
The sound of someone knocking at her door brought her to the present and she turned half expecting to see Pitt standing there with that snide look on his face. But, instead standing there looking nervouse was a young man. His hair was pushed back out of his face by a yellow bandana, and his hair to speak of was bright green. She noted almost right away he seemed to have a habit of never looking you directly in the eye which she lead to belive he most likely had been abused as a youth. She waved him in so she could get a better look at the man.
He was wearing a white Wife beater and a pair of baggy black jeans and a pair of Sneakers. On his right arm was a tattoo of something she couldn't make it out. The way his facial hair was trimmed was rather interesting. She noted the black nail polish on his nails.
"How, can I help you?" She asked.
"My Name is Jeff Hardy." He stated.
She studied him no wonder he had looked farmiler. Her eyes managed to snag his for a minute before they darted away to study the office. To look at anything she noticed there was some dried paint flecks in his eyebrows and in the roots of his hair that were visiable under the bandana.
"Would you like to take a seat?" She questioned starting to sit down.
He shook his head his hands dwelving into the pockets of his jeans. "No, I'll stand." He looked at her and his eyes remained steady on her.
They were a bright intense green. "I know whats wrong with Shannon."
Jeanna jerked upright before she could sit down. "What?" She managed to stammer out.
" I know whats wrong with Shannon." He responded. "His Mother started it, and Matt finnished it."
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TBC....
A/N: OOOOOO Cliff Hanger! Hang on till next Chapter...I'm doing happy time on this fic, sense I plotted it all out before I wrote it. WEEEEEE GO ME!! (Dances slightly) Okay the happy wolf must go write more. YAY!