What a miserable summer rain.
Caleigh and Henri were gone.
They died three days ago.
Car accident.
Thatâs what the police said.
The incense from the hooded lantern was choking him.
Twelve-year-old Nathaniel was lost.
D i z z yâŚ
Were those his tears or the rain?
Everyone was a blur.
Everything was distorted.
His baby sisterâs crying was ringing in his ears.
Poor Ryleigh⌠She was only seven.
Their mother was holding her youngest child close.
She was quietly sobbing, trying her best to be strong.
Their father was silent.
A single tear streamed down his face.
Parents should never experience the loss of their children.
And yet⌠theyâve just lost their firstborn.
P a i n.
Gwendolyn was close to their parents.
Nine years old and thoroughly shaken up.
Maximilian was trying to help their mother comfort his sisters.
Ten⌠He was ten.
â...I canât accept thisâŚâ
Nathaniel shook his head.
Slowly.
His lower lip quivered.
His heart jumped to his throat.
Caleigh and Henriâs daughter was safe.
Nice and warm with the babysitter.
Ami had no idea what had happened.
âMommy and Daddy are on a little vacation,â they told her.
âTheyâll be gone for a while, but donât worry, sweetie.â
âOne day, youâll see them again.â
DizzyâŚ
FallingâŚ
Nathaniel was f a l l i n g.
The Wolf in Sheepâs Clothing
Turn off the TV.
It's startingâ
to freak me--
Out, it's so loud.
It's like my ears areâbleeding!
WhatâamâI feeling?
Can't lookâat the ceiling.
Theâlight is so bright,
It's like I'm overheating!
This mind isn't mine.
Who am I to judge?
Oh, I should be fine,
But it's all too muchâŚ
I get overwhelmed--!
Twenty-eight years ago, a possibility was planted in your head.
That your older sister and brother-in-lawâs deaths werenât an accident.
That they were murdered.
You never told anyone, not even your family.
Back then, they wouldâve submitted you for child psychology.
Your assessment would be--
Shock
Grief
Delirium
Psychosis
Depression
--and you could not allow that to happen.
Your coping mechanisms were⌠different.
Unhealthy.
You were fighting by yourself.
Helping everyone in your family.
Neglecting yourself.
You were the oldest Dixon sibling after her.
You were the next in line.
When your father retires?
You will become the Head of the Family.
This was not a role you were born for, butâŚ
Back then, you had to set aside your aspirations to become a wrestler.
Chapter XIII: An xi e ty
--So easily,
My anxiety creeps inside of me,
Makes it hard to breathe,
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else!
To Mr. Casanova English.
The Unprofessional.
I will be honest.
This is my third attempt at recording this promo.
It shouldnât be so bloody complicated and yetâŚ
Here we are.
Suffice it to say, itâs a little unprofessional of me, isnât it?
But that suits you, doesnât it?
Itâs in your title.
So this should be perfectly fine.
You love the madness. I can tell.
BioShock might be a video game youâd enjoy.
Would you kindly check it out?
âŚOh.
Before we continue, Mr. English, I must address something elseâŚ
Itâll be quick, I assure you.
Thereâs a minor error I need to fix.
Ms. Chelsea Skye?
It appears I received the wrong information.
The file I looked over was actually outdated.
You have held the gold before.
Hell, you are currently a double champion.
My apologies, Miss Skye.
It must be nice.
So bloody niceâŚ
It makes me sick.
On the bright side?
It means Iâve defeated a wrestler of multiple titles.
Yet another important note in my record, hmm?
In a way, sheâs just like you, Mr. English.
You have won a handful of titles.
A champion everywhere youâve been.
So.
Fucking.
Nice.
I get overwhelmed so easily!
My anxiety keeps me silent
When I try to speak.
What's come over me?
Feels like I'm somebody else!
I get overwhelmedâŚ
When you were thirteen?
You asked your father a question.
âWhat if⌠Caleigh and Henri were killed?â
You didnât have a second to react.
He backhanded you without hesitation.
Said it was nonsense.
Impossible!
âDo not ever THINK of this absurdity again.â
Your cheek was red.
It was the first time he hit you.
You would get used to the abuse, wouldnât you?
You didnât want to, but you had to.
There it is againâŚ
This dull headache refuses to simply go away.
I have a game to play.
I donât want to disappoint Mrs. Tara Ayla.
A gentleman would never.
EnglishâŚ
Mr. English.
Did you know that piano wire is hard to break�
Oh, I canât waitâŚ
I canât wait to wrap it around your neck.
Something tells me you might like that.
At least until your lungs run out of oxygen.
Heh--
Chapter XIII: End
