Hospitalized once More

[hollows]

It wasnt the first time we had awaken to see the bright lights and all the crazy machines surrounding him. In the past year alone, he had been there exactly three times, counting this one. Why was it someone seemed to have a death wish against him? He could understand the first attack...that of the plane crash. Hell, he probably even diserved that one, for causing the Familia so much trouble in such a short time. But at least he had the right to say he went toe to toe with them...and walked out alive and proud. The thought of that day ever happening again crossed his mind several times over the past year...but no longer was they on his mind. Not at all. This time it was someone more disguised....more evil than even he was...Someone just down right sick in the head.

The Evil Genius. Who was he? Did anyone even know about the attacks...the torture? Amber sat by his bed...not talking...not doing anything but sleeping. The doctors came to the room several times...checking all of his levels...making sure he was still alive. It was only 24 hours ago that they had to remove eight twelve inch needles from his body. Three from each arm....and two from his collerbone. He had to have a blood transfusion as well...from losing so much blood. Out of everyone on this planet, he was the one to be tortured to death. For what? The pain he caused others? There was nothing he could do about that...it was his life...his career...his livelyhood. Yet someone had the decency to try and end all this? And to think that the creature he created...that of Insanity, was behind it as well.

It did nothing but make him think twice about the life choices he had made. Was wrestling truely his destiny? If this was all for nothing..but to be tortured over..He'd give it up in a heartbeat. NOTHING was worth the pain and misery he went through just a little over a day ago. So many questions without answers. Would he ever get the answers he was looking for? Not likely. Time was of the essence. He watches as yet another doctor makes his way into the room. He didnt recognize this one though...and the doc proceeded to talk.

Mr. Hollows?, We have just received news that you will be shipped to a Chicago area Hospital. As to why you are being shipped will be answered in the next 24 hours.

He then turned and left the small room. Chicago? WHy was he being shipped there? Just another of very very many questions that would remain unanswered at this particular moment.

To Be Continued

[hollows]

Once more had he awaken in a hospital bedroom. Another day had past since the torture had ended, yet he had no remorse. He was beginning to think that somehow...someway, he deserved the whole bit. Why though? It was the same question he had always had. Why was it that he was truly, in every aspect of life, different from the rest? Though he lived the same life everyone did, even has a kid to raise...and a fiance' to care for, just as most others did, he couldn't help but think that he truly was different. Maybe there was something that he done in the past...maybe...just maybe, it had something to do with the way he was raised.

The very thought of that instantly brought back the thought of his little brother. The thought of him living the same life that Blaze once had. That life of drugs. Corey once helped Greg to get out of that life...but he couldn't help Derek. The boy was just too damn hard headed. Ignorant really. Did what he wanted...when he wanted. But there was nothing more than just that thought of why he seemed to be chosen by this "Evil Genius"

The doctor told him he'd be relocated to Chicago today. He still had no idea as to why either. The doctor told him no more then the fact he was being relocated...told him that the reason behind would be announced sometime today. Surely they'd let him know as to why before night fall.

[hollows]

The thought of how anything could possibly be wrong with his life crossed his mind right as Amber left the hospital. Somehow, she already had a flight booked to Chicago, and was leaving right away. The doctors woudnt allow her to arrive with him. Against regulation or something. But anyway, the doctors had come back, along with a police escort, for whatever reason that may be, to transfer him to Chicago. The transfer would be by car, knowing what happened the last time he stepped foot on a plane.

Having most of his strength back he could walk on his own. He still had no answer as to why he was being transported to Chicago though. No one would answer his questions. It was almost as if they didnt know, or they knew but wasnt allowed to say. Who knows, but this was getting irritating. The ride wouldnt be as long as the one from Toronto to Missouri, or Iowa for that matter, but it was still a bit of a drive. The officers escorted him to the vehicle, allowing him to get in on his own. Both men then got in the front and ignited the car. Slowly but surely they would make it to Chicago, and hopefully by then, he'd have some answers. He decided now might be a good time to ask, though he'd probably recieve the same asnswer as before.

Would either of you mind telling me WHY I'm headed to Chicago. Ya know...things like this need to be reveiled....And I have the right to know damn it....

Probably wasnt the nicest way to ask, but hell, you'd do it the same way if you waited patiently over the past 24 hours as well. Both officers ignored him, basically showing they weren't going to tell him anything. So he flipped both officers off and figured if they werent going to say anything, that he'd get some sleep, although he had plenty since being put in the hospital. He began to speculate if Amber had any knowledge as to why Chicago was his destination. What other reason would there be for him to be heading to Chicago? Its not like he called the cops after the incident. So someone other than himself had to do it. He was sure that Greg didnt do it, knowing the history behind that man. He wondered if he was headed to Chicago too. He hadnt heard from him since before Amber brought him in to treat his wounds....

He began to doze off at the two cops murmering back and forth. He could barely hear them...so he couldnt quite make out what it was. As he fell into his sleep...he began to dream.

To Be Continued...

[hollows]

Finally arriving in Chicago, he still had no idea why he was being sent there. Though he dozed most of the way there, neither officer would tell him anything.

Pulling into what seemed to be a hospital, the car stopped. Both officers got out, one heading towards the building, the other opening Hollows door. The cop didnt say anything to him, just pointed towards the door of the building before him. He began the journey towards the door, slowly. He wanted to take his time, just incase it was some set of trap.

Upon arriving at the door, he let out a sigh of relief. No trap. He entered the building and follows the two officers over to the elevator. The top floor, how convinent. Though he wasnt afraid of heights, he hated top floors of hospitals.

When he got to the room, the two officers stood outside the door. He turned after giving the first cop a dirty look, and noticed Amber sitting in a chair on the other sider of the room. What was going on?....

Wh....Why in sam hell did I get transfered out here? No one will tell me anything. I sat in that car for I dont know how long waiting for an answer....just to be ignored. Someone needs to tell me something.

[blaze]

I, I wish I knew....But I...

Ambers phone begins to ring. Looking at the caller I.D. shes confused as to who it could be. Hesitantly, she flips her cell phone open....

Hel....Hello?

Hey lil sis. Its me.....I.....I need to talk to you real quick.

It.....was Greg? Amber sits frozen silent for a moment. No more bad news she prayed. She had felt bad for her brother. After tossing that evil bastard that had been stalking them out of that window, he hadn't been quite the same. She hadn't seen him in days and was beginning to worry about him....

Wha...Whats going on!? Where are you?! Please tell me your ok!?!?....I can't...

Don't worry Amber....I'm fine.....I'm fine....

She breathes a sigh of relief.

Well, where are you then?!

I.....I um....."

Its hard for Blaze to force the words from his mouth....

I checked myself into a mental hospital last night...

Amber places the palm of her hand over her mouth, trying to conceal the sorrowful look on her face. Her brother needed the help, but she hated to see him in such a poor condition. Even worse, in such a bad situation.

Oh.....Greg....May....maybe it will help you? I mean...

I know what you mean...and your right. Just wanted to let you know, I'm in Chicago. As you and Corey should be now. Yes, him being transferred was my doing. I called in a few favors. I'm sorry I didn't let you guys know.....But, being here....I just wanted you guys close. You guys are basically the only real family I got left....Other than....Lil bro....and my daughter....

Amber brushes the hair from her eyes. Corey listening in intently as to whats going on....

I understand.....We....we'll be there to see you as soon as possible...and if you need anything...Just let us know...Anything...

Will do....but hey, I gotta go. Do me one last favor though, ok? Don't tell Corey anything. Don't tell him where I'm at....Don't tell him I'm the reason hes where hes at. Not yet at least....But do tel him I'm sorry....sorry for everything....Promise me, please?

I promise....

Alright sis.....Bye...

Bye....

As Blaze hangs up, Amber flips her phone shut. How would she keep this from Corey?

[hollows]

He knew she was talking to Greg. Corey hadnt seen him since the night that the "Evil Genius" disappeared. The same night he was tortured. Amber had a long look on her face, like something was wrong. Greg could handle himself, but then again, knowing the history behind him, Corey knew something was up.

Whats the sad face for baby? Is there something wrong? What'd Greg have to say? Where is he?

He wanted to know everything. What could possibly be going on with the man that he called his friend. More importantly his family?