I want you to warn them I'm coming.

The hotel room was not the worst in the world, but I'd stayed in better during my time at Ultimate Wrestling Entertainment. I couldn't complain though. Your options are limited when half the world wants to make sure you end up back in Shady Acres Mental Hospital. I knew that Dr. Seville would help me, but I hadn't seen him for nearly a year and his age that was plenty long enough for him to now be calling a cemetery home.

I was sitting on the still made bed when I heard the knock at the door. No one was supposed to know I was staying here and I certainly hadn't left a forwarding address at my last place of residence so I was cautious as I approached the door. I looked out the peephole and saw a pretty regular looking fellow out there. I should have been put at ease, but regular looking fellows are sometimes just as dangerous as anyone else so I was still on my guard.

Asylum: Who is it?

Regular looking fellow: Chris sent me.

Asylum: Chris who?

Regular looking fellow: Mackison.

Asylum: Should that name ring a bell?

If it should have, it wasn't.

Regular looking fellow: From UWE. Chris Mackison.

The bell was now ringing, but I was done with all that. I told the fellow so.

Asylum: I'm done with all that. Tell Chris for me okay?

Regular looking fellow: I can't do that, see. Chris wants me to bring you to him. Just let me in okay? We'll talk.

I didn't want to let him in, but I couldn't have him out there calling attention to me either so I opened the door.

Asylum: How did Chris find me?

Regular looking fellow: I'll call him. He can tell you himself.

I watched as the regular looking fellow dialed the phone. When he connected the call I snatched the phone from him with my left hand and grabbed his throat with my right. I put the phone to my ear and when I heard someone pick up I spoke.

Asylum: Chris. It's me. I got your message. Now here's one from me.

I put the phone near the mouth of the regular looking fellow who was trying desperately to breath. I kept squeezing until I felt him go limp and then I dropped him to the carpeted floor. I put the phone back to my mouth.

Asylum: Chris, I will be there, but I want you to do one thing for me. I want you to warn them I'm coming. Tell them all that their days are numbered and only I, Asylum, know how many they have left.
With that I hung up the phone and dropped it. Real Wrestling Federation. Such a quaint name. I wonder if they know what they're in for. Probably not, but they will.

The last thing that is heard in that hotel room is my vile laughter. Or at least that's what the manager will say a couple hours after I leave and they find the dead body in my room.