The Beginning Of the End

The world never made much sense to Drake. Despite having several doctorates in psychology, he never could quite understand people. People confused him to no end. They contradicted themselves. Said one thing, yet did another.

They were selfish, yet at the same time selfless.

They were cruel, but kind too.

They were brave, yet cowardly.

They cared but sometimes couldn't care less.

All these things considered, Drake didn't understand humans at all. Now you may be thinking, with all those doctorates he must be a genius, right? Wrong.

You're probably thinking he's a sociopath, right? Again you'd be wrong. A psychopath? Wrong.

Drake was as normal as anybody else. There was just something about people he just didn't get.

To him people felt like NPC's in video games, like they were programmed to do certain things, act in certain ways, like they were placed there to fill in the gaps in a weird simulation. If Drake was being honest with himself, there'd been a few times where he actually thought he was the center of the universe, literally.

So maybe Drake had a slight god complex, maybe he isn't as normal as he thought. Well, who cares, being normal is boring.

Now unlike people, in reality, people in television shows made sense to him. Maybe it was because of their gradual developments as characters or maybe, it was because someone had literally written what they had to say. Either way, they made more sense to him, especially the non-human characters like werewolves.

The 'pack' concept always made sense to him. You protect each other and as a whole, you become stronger. There was nothing but benefits to it. You gained family, you became stronger and in some cases, you even lived longer. What wasn't there to like and yet, in most cases there was always someone who would moan about it.

A perfect example of this was Scott McCall out of Teenwolf. He becomes a werewolf and straight away he's no longer got asthma. To many, that might seem like a small thing but to those who can't breath easily, it's a miracle.

Then there's the whole rapid healing thing which doesn't even seem to register with him. Anyone and I mean anyone, who discovered they had an ability like that would either freak out or think it was awesome and Scott, well Scott just seems to ignore it.

Then there are his heightened senses, which once again he doesn't take full advantage of, same goes for his transformation and that's only in the first season of the show.

If all of that wasn't enough, Scott rounds it all off by being quite simply, an idiot. Thankfully Stiles is there to at least try to nudge him in the right direction, though 80 percent of the time Scott doesn't listen to him. Not to mention he's a love-sick puppy most of the time.

Stiles on the other hand is brave, loyal, intelligent, hyperactive, and a bit goofy, basically everything you'd want from a best friend. He's always got Scotts back no matter how much of a lovesick self-righteous idiot he's being, which let's be honest, is most of the time.

Finally rounding out the three main, main characters of the show, Derek Hale. Now Derek's story is by far the saddest of the show. His girlfriend's body rejects the bite, so she asks him to kill her. His whole family gets burnt in a fire, except Peter, Laura, And Cora, who he has no idea about. Peter kills Laura, what a lovely uncle and all that happens before the show even starts. Even when the show starts, it doesn't get better. Poor Derek. Poor poor Sourwolf.

How different would these three people's lives be, if someone was there to help them out? Or in Scott's case, slap some sense into him.

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Back to the story

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The day was the same as any other for Drake, sitting in his office, waiting for his next patient, he began daydreaming while staring out of the window. His 25th birthday had just passed and he was beginning to question if this, being a doctor, was what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

Why? you ask.

People annoyed him, it was that simple.

He originally got into psychology to understand people. To empathize with them, so they would stop feeling like NPC's to him but even after studying it, as he had, it hadn't helped.

If that wasn't annoying enough, people at the hospital had taken to calling him 'The Hollow' due to him showing no emotion... ever. Well, why would he? You don't feel empathy or emotion for a shop owner in skyrim when you rob them. The same applies to Drake's situation.

Don't misunderstand, he was excellent at his job, and he'd helped hundreds of people over the years of him being a doctor. He'd become almost legendary in celebrity circles, for not being judgemental and keeping everything they spoke about completely confidential, no matter what they spoke to him about.

From time to time he also helped out the FBI catching serious criminals and serial killers. Due to his unique disposition, in combination with his qualifications, he had no problem dealing with even the worst serial killer. Most of the time, freaking the serial killer out so badly, they admitted they were guilty on the spot, shortly followed by them begging the agents outside of the room to take them to jail, just so they could get away from him.

So with the combination of both, he had some pretty big supporters.

A click of his door sounded as it was opened gently. A nurse peered round the door.

"Your patient has arrived Doctor, should I escort him in?" The nurse asked.

Drake nodded, picking up the patient's file.

The file read a tale of disturbing proportions.

Stalking.

Kidnapping.

Torture.

Murder.

The further down the file you read, the worse it became. The patient before him was a psycho. I don't mean he was a psychopath they're easy to deal with, at least for Drake. They were still capable of some form of logic, even if it was messed up.

The man before him was completely and utterly insane. He was barely even human at this point, more of a rabid animal, and that was offensive to animals. No words could quite describe how disturbed the man before him was. That was why he was here and not in prison, he was too dangerous to be around other prisoners in case he went off on a rampage.

Lifting his eyes up from the patient's file, meeting eyes with the man. Seeing Drake's eyes narrow at him the patient flinched, but the flinch was soon followed shortly after by a feral crazed grin splitting his face, which didn't affect Drake in the least.

His eyes narrowed again before he began speaking.

"So Mister Fisher, how are we feeling today?" Drake asked professionally.

A voice growled out trying to show a minute amount of politeness.

"Very well thank you, Doctor Johnson, though…." He started to pull and thrash at his bindings.

"... I'd like to stretch out a little, can't these be loosened a bit?"

"You know very well that's not possible, Mister Fisher, for your safety and that of the nurses."

"And what of your safety Doctor Johnson?" A creepy smile accompanied his question but the response he was expecting never came.

Drake's eyes gazed at him blankly making the man flinch once again.

"My safety has never been a worry, Mister Fisher."

A chuckling filled the room.

"You really are Hollow, aren't you?" The feral man looked at Drake only to continue.

"It's just like the nurses were saying…." He was cut off by Drake.

"..And what were they saying, Mister Fisher?" He asked.

"That you're completely Hollow. That you possess no emotion whatsoever…" The man paused.

"...You're worse than a psychopath." He spat out tauntingly, expecting a response that never came.

"Was that meant to get a rise out of me, Mister Fisher? Because if it was, you failed spectacularly." Drake questioned, his face still blank.

Seeing Drake's complete lack of reaction drove the man into a blind rage, forgetting he was still bound and now, falling flat on his face.

Not even bothering to check if the man was okay. Drake picked up the phone and called security. A few minutes passed, security arrived picking the man up and escorting him back into isolation.

He let out a sigh. He was getting fed up with dealing with idiots like that. Spinning his chair around, he reached for his bag and pulled out his iPad. Loading Netflix, he quickly loaded his favourite show, Teen wolf. He leaned back in his chair and began to relax. There were no more patients to see today, so all he had to do was wait till the clock struck five and he could go home.

As he began to watch Teen wolf his office door clicked open. A small figure revealed itself. A woman with something in her hand sneaking toward Drake's chair.

Now standing behind him, her face was revealed. It was the nurse who had escorted the mad man in earlier. In her hand, she held a scalpel. On her face, a grin, which only grew as her hand was thrown over Drake's left shoulder scalpel stabbing straight toward his heart. His reflexes kicked in at the last moment, He flattened the iPad against his chest trying to block the scalpel and it worked for the most part, though not completely.

The scalpel went through the iPad and impaled his chest, pinning the ipad there for the foreseeable future, until it could be removed.

In pain but still in control of himself, Drake shunted his chair backward straight into his attacker, sending her flying across the room, where she hit her head, knocking herself unconscious. Grabbing the handcuffs he was gifted from the FBI, he went about restraining her, only to hear screaming from outside his door.

With his attacker restrained, he looked at his chest, his white doctor's coat now turning red. The screams were getting louder, along with heavy frantic footsteps.

Opening his door, he found something that surprised him. Mister Fisher or 'The madman', as Drake had taken to calling him, was running around attempting to stab people. I say attempt because he was failing miserably, thanks to the efforts of the security team who were managing to keep people safe behind them.

Drake thought the situation was calming down, only to see the ladies restroom door open revealing a pregnant lady. Straight away the situation turned from bad to worse. The madman caught sight of his prey, Drake realised immediately what he was going to do. On pure instinct, Drake charged the man, who was now mere metres away from the pregnant lady; with each step Drakes speed increased. Finally tackling the man with so much force, that he wasn't able to stop. Hitting the window beside them, a crack followed by a smash echoed through the hall and Drake soon found himself in free fall.

Looking up at the sky, he felt content. For the first time in his life a small smile graced his lips, his eyes shut. He spoke, one last time.

"This isn't such a bad way to go."

And with a peaceful sigh, he died just before hitting the ground.