SYNOPSIS

As promised, this is the last installment of my saga. For those who haven't read the two previous ones (and are too bored or too scared to read them) this is what has happened so far.

In PACES, by some strange twist of fate, the abandoned by his family Rey Mysterio and Adam (Edge) are brought together to a night of desperate love making. Their time together is too limited. They are violently separated by Adam's father, Jacob Mandeson. He (with the help of three other guys, Jason, Anderson and Henry) kidnap, torture and rape Rey in order to lure Adam to his insane trap and reunite him with his deranged father. The police manage to find them but not before the gang does some serious damage. Jacob and Jason drop dead by gunfire but Henry escapes with Anderson. Rey barely survives. After spending many nights fighting for his life in the hospital, he wakes up and tells Adam how he really feels. Adam realizes how they share the same feelings and how one cannot live without the other. It is during their love making that their souls touch and become one whole.

In STIGMATA however, the story changes its tone. It picks up a while later with Rey and the Smackdown roster going to London for some promotional tapings. There Rey gets possessed by a powerful demon called Asmodai. Asmodai using the black speech of hell puts a spell on Dave Batista and forces him to stab Rey putting him once again in the hospital. There, still possessed, he tries to kill Eddie. Eddie, Chris Benoit and Mark Callaway (Undertaker) have no choice but to bring Adam in and perform the exorcism. It nearly goes awry when Eddie opens his eyes and looks in the eyes of the demon, but in the end it is only Adam's strength and love that succeeds in chasing the demon back to hell. Mark later explains that their souls are two halves of one and the demon could not destroy Adam without killing the soul he was after. The story ends with Mark giving a pendant to Rey, a silver one that causes him extreme pain but one that helps keep evil away. Only Adam's touch can soothe the mind splitting pain. In the end Rey forgives Batista for the stabbing and they are free at last; free from the pain, free from the suffering and free from the darkness that lurks in their shadows and their dreams.

Or so they think…

This story begins a little while later. Eddie Guerrero is dead (R.I.P. Eddie-Heaven needed a lowrider… we will all miss you terribly. We will see you again one day), Chris Benoit has taken some time off, Mark Callaway hasn't appeared yet and Adam is still on Raw.

WARNING: This is slash story. It contains graphic sex between people of the same gender, voluntary and involuntary. It also contains extreme violence, serious angst, psychological trauma, suicide and death of a major character.

As always, I do not own any of their characters.

All ideas, opinions, questions and suggestions are welcome.

wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Where do I take this pain of mine
I run, but it stays right my side

So tear me open, pour me out
There's things inside that scream and shout
And the pain still hates me
So hold me, until it sleeps

Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once, and now it stays
Now it stays

So tear me open, but beware
There's things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, until I'm clean

It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps

So tell me why you've chosen me
Don't want your grip, don't want your greed
Don't want it

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No more can you hurt anyone
And the fear still shakes me
So hold me, until it sleeps

It grips you, so hold me
It stains you, so hold me
It hates you, so hold me
It holds you, so hold me
Until it sleeps

I don't want it, want it, want it, want it, want it
No

So tear me open, but beware
These things inside without a care
And the dirt still stains me
So wash me, 'til clean...

I'll tear me open, make you gone
No longer will you hurt anyone
And the hate still shapes me
So hold me, until it sleeps...

(Metallica-Until it sleeps)

Wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Prologue – CeLEstIAL drEaMS

One of his earliest memories as a child was a pair of sad eyes looking down at him; two sad brown eyes that cried as they looked at him meaningfully. He knew there should be words accompanying those eyes but he didn't hear them. He thought he ought to because somehow they seemed important, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't look beyond those eyes. No sound was heard, none but a faint wind blowing somewhere in the distance. And he almost felt soft fingers caressing his front giving him a sense of comfort, warmth and security…

But no matter how hard he tried, this memory always ended up in the same way… With a pair of deep gray eyes replacing the brown ones; two merciless eyes staring down at him hatefully, making him hurt.

And all this left him with a profound sense of loss, abandonment and endless sadness.

As time went by and he grew older he couldn't help but wonder if this image was actually a memory or just a figment of his imagination. No matter the truth, it stuck with him for the better part of his childhood and until he reached the age of twelve, every night he dreamt of those eyes at least once; and every morning waking up he would find his body soaked in sweat and his face wet from tears. He had tried to find out the person to whom those two pairs of eyes belonged to but no one in his immediate environment had either brown or gray ones that matched those in his dreams so eventually he gave up the effort…

And the dreams consequently left him.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.

Years later, when the dream came back, he was not prepared for it… and he could not know what it stood for.

It was a bad omen, but he realized it too late.

And as the night fell upon his eyes by a treacherous hand of the past, his only and last regret was not living long enough to tell him, the only person who needed to know.

He would have cried… if he had time.

No time.

Time to die.