When The Past Comes To Haunt You
Characters:
Storm Jones
20 years old
Houston, TX
September 11, 1989
African-American and Caucasian
Ocean Blue Eyes
Long, black hair (comes to middle back)
Her mother and father were killed in 9/11. As a result, Storm was tossed from foster home to foster home. She was abused countless times. Was home schooled all her life. She has a fear of men, dogs, and snakes. She currently travels on the road with her friend, Mark Calaway (The Undertaker)
Other Characters:
Mark Calaway aka The Undertaker
35 years old
Houston, TX
March 24, 1965
White and Caucasian
Green Eyes
Long, dark red hair (comes to middle back)
WWE Professional Wrestler currently wrestling for SmackDown. Currently going through a divorce with ex-wife, Sara. Travels on the road with his friend, Storm.
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Chapter One: Stay Away From My Man!
Storm is walking down the hallways until......
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Storm."
Storm turned around and groaned. It was Mark's ex wife, Sara. Sara hated Storm. Every since her and Mark became friends, Sara destined to pull the two apart and get her man back.
"What do ya' want Sara?"
"I want you to stay away from Mark!"
Storm laughed.
"Mark doesn't want you no way. I don't even know why are you trying to get him back!"
"Me and Mark's relationship is none of your concern", said Sara.
The two began to talk trash. Just then, Mark saw the two ladies arguing.
"What are you two arguing about?"
"Sara trying to start stuff."
"No I'm not."
The two ladies kept on arguing until.....
"That's why your parents are dead now, bitch!"
Storm stopped, mouth and eyes wide as saucers. She couldn't believe she said that. Her eyes filled with tears and she ran away, crying. Mark turned to Sara, death written all over his face.
"That wasn't nice, Sara."
"So, that bitch had what was coming to her. Not my fault her parents are dead."
"Leave Sara.... NOW!"
She looked at him and growled, stomping away. Mark sighed and began to search for Storm. It wasn't long until he saw Maria walk toward him.
"You need to check on Storm. She's crying in hysterics. What happened?"
"Sara said something that upsetted Storm."
"What she say?"
"That's why your parents are dead now. Then she called her a bitch."
Maria's face turned a crimson red as her hands bawled up into fists.
"That bitch...."
"Calm down, Maria."
"Why would she say that to Storm. Does she know how much she has been through?"
"I don't.... I don't even know if her parents really are dead."
"Well, let me give you a little bit of the scoop. Storm was born on September 11, 1989. Her parents were killed on 9/11, they were in the building where the planes hit. Every since then, she was tossed from foster home to foster home. She was abused countless times, and for some reason, she has a terrible fear of men, dogs, and snakes. That's all I know."
Mark shook his head, poor girl.
"Where is she?"
"In your locker room. Jeff and Matt, along with Stephanie McMahon are trying to calm her down."
Mark thanked Maria and walked swiftly to his locker room. He opened the door.
"Mark, thank God you're here. I can't get here to calm down.... She has been crying so hard that she can't tell us what happened", said Stephanie.
Jeff was putting a wet cloth on Storm's forehead, while Matt was trying to ask her some questions. Mark walked over to her.
"Shhhh. Stop crying. I hate to see you cry", Mark spoke to Storm.
