~KRISUS~

"These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you, your innocence... your pride... and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes, one finds only blackness. They absence of light. These are the eyes of a psychopath."

-Dr. Loomis: 'Halloween'

Well hello, Hubert Cumberdale! You're late. Tis not good manners to be late to a reception. I suppose I can forgive you, just this once.

What a lovely overcoat you're wearing over your nice broad shoulders. It looks like it does keep you warm in these harsh weather conditions. Now where are my manners? Please, have a seat. Rest your weary legs from your long walk.

Margery is in the cubicle, freshening up. She is so looking forward to seeing you. She does enjoy meeting new faces. Such a lovely girl. I think you will like her. You know, now that I think about it, Margery has taken a bit of a while. Maybe I'll go see if she is doing alright. You just stay there and rest.

Oh my...it appears that Margery has slipped and spilled her red water all over my tile floor. Shame on you, Margery. Shame! Now pick yourself up and start cleaning up this mess. Hubert, come help Margery with her mess. She seems to be going a little slow at it.

What is that, you say? How queer.....a knife stuck in Margery's back. How would a knife find its way there? How, indeed..... It resembles this knife here, that I was going to use to carve the goose with. Margery so does love goose. Here....hold this knife for me, Hubert. I do not wish to slip and fall as Margery has.

Now Hubert, why did you go and do that? It is not nice to copy others. It is rude. Now pick yourself up, before your red water leaks all over Margery. I swear, you two make such a wonderful couple. I hear wedding bells in your future. Yes.......wedding bells.

Unknown Voice: Krisus, stop day dreaming!

Krisus, in the corner of a dark building on cold hard cement, sits with his legs stretched out. Wearing his new mask, to cover his scarred face, he shows little motion. His eyes don't move, just blink.

Unknown Voice: Damn it, boy. Ever since that wreck you mostly just been a pile of crap.

A bit of light shines on the lower half of a tall figure, showing black pants and boots. Shadows and darkness cover most of the upper half of the figures body. A puff of smoke floats in the air as the figure lowers a cigarette from his mouth.

Mysterious Figure: Only time I've seen anything out of you is when you came out of that coma and when you scared the shit out of that TNT worker. Are you even going to talk?

Krisus continues sitting in the corner, staring forward into the dark. Krisus shows no emotion towards the figure.

Mysterious Figure: Maybe the crash screwed up your voice. Either way you could communicate with the person who saved your sorry ass from dying in that truck. I could of let your ass burn, but no I'm nice like that. I didn't let you burn. I pulled your burning body out of that fire and put you out, so you wouldn't die, and I haven't even heard so much as a 'Thank you!' from you.

The Mysterious Figure takes one last drag from his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. The figure steps on the cigarette to put it out and then walks slowly towards Krisus, who remains in his trance like state.

Mysterious Figure: And now you are back in TNT. I don't know why, considering you aren't doing anything but sit there, but you are, and you're first match back is a Triple Threat Match. Apparently the winner gets some sort of title shot, and all you can do is sit there.

Don't you two look just lovely together. Margery, you just had to spill the red water on your wedding dress. I just can't give you anything nice, now can I?

Hubert Cumberdale! You are not suppose to see your bride before the wedding. It is bad luck. Now get out of here, post haste.

Margery, you need to clean yourself up. The time grows near and, apparently, Hubert is becoming persistent. Lets get a move on with you now.

Mysterious Figure: KRISUS!

The figure gets in Krisus's face. Krisus doesn't flinch. The mysterious figure's hands clinch up, as if he is going to strike Krisus.

Mysterious Figure: I know you're in there, boy. I know you are stuck in that mind of yours. You need to break out. There is a war ready for you out here. The battle in your head is just that, a battle. Get over what ever it is you need to get over. I've gotten over my trials and so can you.

Krisus shows no emotion. The figure grows continually irritated with Krisus.

Mysterious Figure: What would they say? HUH!?! Have you even thought about that? They're proud of me. What about you? You think they'd be happy with you sitting on your ass like this, instead of fighting? ...............and get that fucking shit off your head!

The figure reaches for Krisus's head. The hand just touches the mask, on Krisus's head, and Krisus flips out. Krisus's arms fling up, shoving the figure away with a lot of force. As he stands up he grabs at his mask, making sure it's still on all the way. Krisus holds his head and bursts out of the room, leaving the mysterious figure behind. The figure gets to his feet and stares at the directions Krisus left.

Mysterious Figure: Ha Ha Ha......he's fine. He'll be fine.

I now pronounce you two man and wife. You may kiss your bride. Now save it for the honey moon, you two.

Oh they look so beautiful together. Margery Cumberdale it is now. I just hope they manage to get those knives removed. I told them I saw wedding bells in their future. Yes.......wedding bells.