...SUNRISE...


*She sits there like a hawk, watching over both of them. With a blanket and a warm cup of coffee, she sits in the middle of the room, between the two beds. There they are...made for each other. Darrin Stearns and Jonathan Collins. Phoenix and Jonathan Storm. Helena seems to have lost much sleep keeping a silent vigil for them, more specifically Jonathan. She takes a hold of his hand, as lifeless as it is, and just begins to speak. It's easier to say something like this when yo know they can't hear or say anything back...*

Helena: Jonathan...you didn't have to save me, I knew Suzy would...plus it ruins your "I'm a hardass" motif, right? Jonathan...you're so brave. Everything about you is brave. Your words, your actions...I find it so hard to believe that you're not a hero when we all know you are. Trying to give Darrin hope...trying to be Suzy's knight. How could anything think so terribly of you? Pull through for me, Jon...give me back the hope I thought I was losing...be my knight in shining armour one more time. I just think I'm falling for you, Jon, and if you go, then it'd all be for nothing, right? Right? I'm sorry...I know you can't hear. Just please give me some sign of life, Jon...anything. ...Anything.


...SUNSET...


Phoenix: Dammit Jon, why can't you just pull through this? I've been worried about you before, but never like this. I've never been concerned. With everything you went through with Ashlee, I was worried about your well being. I saw you sliding toward the cliff's edge and I just hoped you'd be able to dig your fingers into the groud before you slid over. Kinda knew you would and you did. You always seem to. Hell, you even looked like you were in trouble the first time I ran into you at that bonfire of ours. I remember you telling me about what you wanted to do to Sterling and I remember how you could just tell you weren't what you said you were. You were talking like you were the star and how you were the man to beat, not him. I could sense that you didn't know how things were going to turn out and I was worried a bit about you then. Guess I was just afraid of you getting ahead of yourself and then having a huge let down, but you pulled through it. But hell, look what you've accomplished now. You got yourself so close to the top of the mountain and you'll get your chance in September to plant your flag on the summit. But this is so much different Jon. I'm scared.

*He falls back asleep, the call to unconsciousness too strong to ignore. A twitch, a twist, a turn. He breathes. The scars have healed on the young man, and he rises. The girl, Helena? Asleep in the corner. Darrin? Succumbed to slumber. Jonathan is awake, and he looks at both of them, a small tear dripping from his eye. He leans back, not being able to sit straight any longer.*

Jonathan Storm: Am I too weak, Darrin? You're so much stronger than me...you give me the hope to continue. I made you a promise months ago. A promise that we'd hit paydirt for all our struggles. I let you down, Darrin. I broke every promise I made...every dream I expanded for us. I nearly shook our friendship to the core by hurting you at King of Violence. Dammit Darrin, I can't go on...I just want to...to fade...If you only knew what I was feeling. I can't lead you like this...I can't even give Helena what she needs. You know something, D? I like her. I like her a lot...I'm not ashamed to admit it. I like Helena! This is just no good, Darrin. I'm talking to a wall. I'll be around to make sure you hear me again...


...SUNRISE...


*A new dawn, an unexpected suprise. A tall man, shoulder length black hair, dressed in all black, stands by the foot of the bed, watching the once again lifeless Jonathan. Helena groggily wakes up just in time to hear his words. For some who know, this is Prudence Collins. For some who don't know, this is NOTHING, Storm's estranged older brother. Helena watches him in wonder. They look so different, yet so alike. He takes a minute to sit down at his side, an emotionless look sweeping over his face, as he comes down to resignment over the fact he may never be able to make peace with his younger brother.

Harbinger of HATE" NOTHING: Hey... *looks down* ... buddy. I never thought I'd have to do this. We've been through some tough times before, but, God... What happened to you kinda reminds me of what I used to do to people. 'Course, that was before Serena and I got together, and I actually became more of a person. Yyyyyyuuuucccckk. Anyways... I know you probably won't remember that I was here, and if you do, I'll deny it until the day that one of us dies. We don't get along, you know that... everyone knows that. But you're in here because you didn't want to stop - you didn't want to give less than one hundred percent for this business. That's what we do every night, Jon. If you can hear me, then pay close attention. We may have our disagreements, and we may not always get along. But you're my brother.. you're my blood. Remember that, Jon... because I will always be here for you.

*She doesn't say a word, letting one brother share his grief with the other. He gets up to leave, bumping into someone else...Chris Thrilla. He nods at Helena, then takes a seat by Jon. He tries not to say a word...a serious one, but even he cannot help it.*

Chris Thrilla: Storminator…how’s it hanging? It’s Chris Thrilla here, incase you couldn’t tell by the mixture smell of Tommy Hilfiger cologne and dumpsters. Look, I know we haven’t hung out or talked much since our Street Syndicate days, and I’m sorry for that. I saw what happened last week and…and well, of course I was concerned. Jon, you piss off A LOT of people in this business…but not because you’re a good heel, because you’re one of the most talented son of a bitches the world has ever seen. You’ve got the moves, you’re good on the mic, and you’re resilient, and that’s why I know you’ll bounce back from this buddy. You and ‘Nix…*Sigh* After I had that little run in with Spike, I went back and saw what happened to you…I saw what had happened to one of my last remaining friends in the HWF. Bro, I already lost Spike…I don’t want to lose you. Havoc will pay in blood for what he has done to you and ‘Nix, but that’s when the time comes. For now, just get better…get better soon…

*She stands up, knowing how sincere Thrilla is. In a swift move, she walks to him and hugs him. Suprised, he hugs back, knowing the loss she's experiencing. This sound shocks them as Jon falls from them once more.*


...SUNSET...


Phoenix: You've been able to walk away from so many bigger wrecks before, both physical and mental, but this goes beyond all that. This isn't having Inferna leave you or taking a beating by my own hands at King of Violence, this is personal. This is soul deep. It's not that you had Helena taken from you because she'll still believe in you. It's not that your stable, our stable, has broken up because you're still left with the people who want to stand by you. Inferna wants to do her own thing, Havoc wants to find the hideous guide standing at the signpost pointing down Hell's Trail of Massacre, Gavin wanted to release himself from us to get his hands on the World Belt, fine. Let them go because they'd only turn on you when they got a chance to get something out of it. It's not that you've had your body decimated in a way that no human should because that'll heal. It's gonna take time, but it will happen, the reminders left in the forms of scars. But what this is about is what I did to you, Jon. I should have been there with you to help you. Instead I left to go fight a match that ended up putting me right here in this room along side you. If I was any friend, I would've stuck with you. I messed up Jon, and I only hope you can forgive me. You mean too much to me for me to do that to you. We've done so much these last few months and it has only helped me. When I lost, you pointed me in the right direction. When I lacked focus, you showed me what I needed to do. When I lost all my confidence, you were there to tell me how things were and together, we tore the place down at King of Violence. Jon, you are too great of a person and too great of a friend to be stuck here, lying like this. I would do whatever I could to help you heal up, but I can't. It's already too late for that and now we're both paying the price. So please Jon, please get better and get through this. Because as much as you need to do this for you, I may need you to do this for me even more.

*And sleep calls to Darrin Stearns once more. Eyes wide open...the other two sleep. These three lost souls were made for one another. Phoenix, the fallen angel, losing his confidence. Helena, the forgotten girl, losing her esteem. Jonathan Storm, the torn anti-hero, losing his mind. He babbles.*

Storm: I can't do anything for anyone. I'm incapable of it, Darrin...but you're right. I have to, and if not for you, for Helena. I can't hide any longer from any of this...it's hurting me, and it's hurting the both of you. Maybe I have to finally accept what I've been denying. Havoc is someone I have to stop. Inferna is someone I have to stop. I created these beasts, and now I must close my Pandora's Box. Now I must end this nightmare...

All the lonely people...where did they all come from?

Does that sound random, Darrin? It just makes sense to me. You, me, Hel...we're all lonely. It's like we were all meant to be together. Kismet is what binds us, and I'll be damned if death rips us apart. Helena, Darrin, I....