March 19, 2016
A Psycho's Tears
Every human's personality is unique, as it is all shaped by different events. Some events make someone stronger, while some create weaker people. But in all, when a human has finally reaches it's death bed, they have been shaped by their own lives. But it all begins with an action of love. This action begins when 18-year-old Rowan Blanchard met her childhood sweetheart, 18-year-old James Kennedy.
Rowan climbed out of her Mustang as she stared into the new building that would be her school for the rest of her senior year. Rowan Blanchard was the daughter of highly successful business man, Frank Blanchard and Emily Brooks. After moving once more to start a new factory of Malt-O-Meal, Rowan was ready to start a new life in a new school in a new town once more.
Rowan shouldered her backpack, as she firmly walked into the new building. She was not going to show fear even though her knees were weak. Rowan pulled out her phone to text her dad, when she bumped into someone.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Rowan gushed as she began to finally look up. A clean shaven face smirked at her.
"No! It's totally fine! I'm usually a clutz, as I don't know where I'm going half the time. You new here?" The male asked her, running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah.. I'm Rowan Blanchard.." Rowan held out her hand to shake.
"James Kennedy. Nice to meet you!" James skipped the hand and gave Rowan a hearty hug while saying, "Word of advice. Go ahead and skip the first period. It sucks."
"Ha, thanks but my parents wouldn't be so happy to hear their precious bundle of joy skipped class." Rowan sneered at the thought of her parents
James raised an eyebrow, "I can show you the way to Student Services…"
Rowan's face lit up like a storm, "Really? I was half-worried I was gonna wander the halls forever!"
"Not with me around!" James gave a hearty laugh as he turned away. He took a couple steps before realizing Rowan wasn't following him. "You coming?" He asked
"What? Oh! Yes! Haha, I'm sorry! Just … blanked out…" Rowan had to hurry to catch up.
"So….. I'm guessing your not so pleased with your parents?" James drawled as they walked towards the Student Services.
Rowan snapped her head towards him, and sighed, "Just… rough year.."
"I get it. Family life isn't perfect either here." James sighed as he walked in front of the door that had a label, 'Student Services'.
Rowan gave him a big smile as she turned through that door. She suddenly stopped before turning back, "You want my number? You know… We can hang sometime?"
James gave her a shining smile, "Definitely." After exchanging phone numbers, James walked away. Rowan stared at him with a big dreamy smile before turning around.
What lovely Rowan didn't realize at that time, was James didn't have an ordinary family. His father was the head of a Mob that was fairly known as the most vicious Mob in all the Globe. But as True Love has it, Rowan and James found confidents in each other, and became well-known friends in a short while. Fortunately, their parents were willing to allow them to become friends. After three years of companionship, Rowan Blanchard and James Brooks married. As much as I wish to continue the loving story of Rowan and James, the story that I wish to tell is not about them.
Soon, after 27 months of pregnancy, Rowan and James had two sons, Taylor and Frank and one beautiful girl, April Jeannette. As the lovely family continued to grow, April began to call herself AJ. But unfortunately, misfortune soon struck the family. James, as son of the Mob Boss, was forced to take up the mantel. With a weak immune system, Rowan Blanchard Kennedy soon passed away. James, from heartbreak, became cruel and mean to his beloved children. Frank and Taylor were forced to attempt to shield their younger sister from their father and the cruel world.
Already, at the young age, Frank and Taylor had begun to pick up the tricks of their family's trade. It was a heritage that no one could deny. Even April was instilled with the knowledge of weaponry and combat. It was a soon goal that Taylor, Frank and April would become killing machines, stopping nothing only to bring honor to their family.
April, Frank, and Taylor walked in unison as they walked out into the courtyard. It was the day that they dreaded most. Where they would be tested for their services, and decided what to be done with them. This is where the rich men of the cities secretly came for them to receive help in something dirty and secretive.
Though it wasn't April's first time in the courtyard, she was nervous as she hated anything to do with killing. The only way she could continue on her life was becoming nothing but a robot. Something her father always dreamed off. Three mindless killing machines.
"April. Stick with us. We're here." Taylor commended as the oldest of the trio.
Frank nodded solemnly, "No bastard can touch you with us."
April glared at them, "I'm not a little girl that needs protection. I'm stuck in this life too. I don't need protection."
"When you can get out of this hellhole, you won't get our protection. Promise us you will. Promise you will get out of this hellhole." Taylor firmly spoke, and April sighed.
"I promise. But keep yourself safe too." They finally arrived into the courtyard. James waved them over, and April sighed loudly.
"Dalton, these are the best trio in this group. Taylor, Frank and April. I have trained them personally." James nodded towards them, "They are the best in the business."
Dallas nodded towards them, "Well. Put them with the rest and let's see how they do. I want the best for my operation."
"Right. Guys. Get. LET'S START!" James shouted, and April turned quickly. She stood in front of a dummy, held it up, grabbed a knife, and slit it's throat. Dallas watched her with narrow eyes, as she smiled maniacally.
"April.. What the hell are you doing? You want to get his attention? Dallas isn't someone to be trifled with." Taylor hissed at April, she smirked at him.
"I'm getting out of this hell. Like I promised." April laughed, and Frank shivered before schooling his features. Frank slapped her hand before, they started to attack in unison. April, Taylor and Frank soon began a three attack before attacking the rest of the trainers. The trio finished their attack of terror with April standing on top of the last trainer.
"No! Please! I'll… I'll do anything!" He begged for his life, while April sighed sadly.
April smirked as she dug her hand into his throat. He gagged on her hand as she continued to shove her hand even deeper down. She drew her hand back with his tongue in hand. April than jabbed him in the throat. April held up the tongue in victory, and Taylor laughed along with her.
Dalton nodded towards James in approval before turning away. James smirked at the thought of finally breaking his three children into becoming the machine he wanted.
April dropped the tongue in horror, as she looked around herself. Tears swarmed her eyes, and she shook her head.
"What did I do?" She whimpered as Frank took her under his arm.
"You're getting out of here. We'll be with you." Taylor smirked, and Frank nodded in certainty.
April whimpered as she hurried out of the courtyard to wash her hands, "But was it worth the cost? I…I just killed him.."
Frank sighed, "He was a rapist and a killer himself. Consider yourself a secret police that is undercover."
"Just promise me… When I get out… you'll come with me.." April frowned at them, as she washed her hands clean from all the blood that still managed to stain her hands.
"If you get out, we'll always be there with you. Physically or Mentally. We are there." Taylor reassured April, and she smiled faintly.
Frank sighed, "Enough of the sappiness. Let's wash up from this shit."
April laughed heartily, and she followed them into their apartment. If she knew the heartache that would soon accompany her and her brothers, she would've never accepted the new challenge.
Frank, Taylor, and April soon came to a stop as they stood in front of James. He smirked at them, before walking away. Instinctively, they followed their father. They soon arrived at his office, and James plopped on his chair.
"Congratulations for impressing our new client, Dalton. Dalton is a professional wrestler that needs our help in some dirty deeds." James dropped a folder on his desk. April slowly opened up the folder to see 5 faces staring back. James continued, "This is no ordinary mission. These are sons of rich men who will do anything to find out the killers. This mission must be clean, and quick."
Taylor raised an eyebrow, "What's the history?"
James sighed, "A couple years back, Dalton was going to get married to some hoe. She ran off with another man. That's him, and his two sons. Dalton also wants revenge for the loss of his titleship."
April slammed her hand down, "We're gonna risk our lives because some petty wrestler wants his petty revenge?!"
James snarled back at her, and April fell back, "This is not our decision to make or judge. My father created this mob to do the dirty work of others. I have you three as my henchmen to help me fulfill our destiny. This is our destiny. This is our life. And you will NEVER run away from it." James stood and grabbed April's chin, "Do you think that I don't know you want to get away from here? Well, you are MINE and you will always be MINE. You can NEVER run away from ME!"
Taylor slapped James's hand away, and hissed, "Don't you ever dare touch her hand again. Or I swear you will not live to tell the tale."
Frank stood behind April with his hands in fists. A silent protector of the littlest of them. April blinked back tears.
April finally whispered, "You never loved us.. Did you?"
James sighed once more, "I loved your mother. She was the beauty, and I was the beast. She couldn't take the strain of this life, and that made her weak. You … are my reminder of what I lost that fateful day."
Taylor reached forward for the folder, and then ushered April and Frank out the door. He turned around, and hissed, "Than would Rowan want this? When you lost her, you lost us. You are no father of mine."
The trio of Terror walked silently back to their apartment. April held her head high, though tears were streaming down her face. No words were spoken to comfort, not that there could be any words.
April ran into her room and slammed the door. Frank and Taylor sighed as they began to prepare their supper. As much as they wished to fight April's fight, they knew they had to give her space. She wouldn't always have them, and must learn how to deal with her pain.
April walked out of her room the new morning, dressed in her stealth outfit with a large duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Frank handed her a sandwich with a bottle, and she took it gratefully.
"When are we leaving?" April asked as she sat down at the table. Taylor looked at Frank apprehensively before nodding to him.
Frank started, "April. We have been thinking about you staying in this apartment while we go out and complete our mission. To keep you safe.."
April snorted, "No. We are the Trio of Terror, and we have a mission. We will complete the damn mission, and you cannot stop me."
"Alright. Be ready to move out in 10." Taylor nodded, as he went to his own room to throw a duffle bag together. Frank followed him, as they began to concoct their new plan to get April out of this hellhole.
The trio stood in front of the helicopter that would take them from their base in Dallas, Texas up to New York City. Dalton was having a match, and during the next three weeks, the trio would have to end their victim's lives.
April hauled herself up, and Frank and Taylor followed her. There were no words to commune how they felt. They needed no words, but only looks.
'I must remain strong for my brothers.' April thought with determination, as she smirked to the pilot. She nodded, and slammed the door shut. The helicopter rose up into the air, and Taylor nodded towards them.
"Mission brief. As we all know, there are five victims. Jean Cena is aged 17, and is a rebel. April, you will have to go out partying, before eliminating her." Taylor nodded towards April, "She is the older sister of John Cena and and the daughter of John Cena Sr and Carol Cena."
April pulled out a laptop that had wireless wifi, and began to type in more information. She raised her head before speaking, "Code name?"
"Anastasia Wilhurn. Frank, you will have a young adolescent male, Caden Hardy the brother to Matt and Jeff Hardy. Code name is Noah Wilhurn, brother to Anastasia Wilhurn." Taylor continued, "I will take out Sean McMahon, 10-year-old son of Vince McMahon."
"What about the last two?" April asked as she pulled up the profile of Owen Hart and Bob Crane.
"Owen is a wrestler himself, so I want to take precautions. April, you will have to seduce him into your bedroom, and we'll end him in there." Taylor sighed, "Bob Crane… Frank, you wanna take him or Bob?"
"I'll take Bob Crane. I've always wanted an autograph…" Frank smirked, as they all snickered. They were children running from their nightmares. They soon arrived at their destination, and walked into their hotel. It was time for a makeover.
April went for a dark gothic look, with ripped jeans and a crop top. She had a black choker on her neck, with spike bracelets. Taylor took the look of a gentle scholar, while Frank took the look of a calm business man.
"Ready to kick ass?" April smirked as she began to place strategic knives all around her person.
"Don't break down. Don't break character. We'll meet up in two weeks, and bounce at Owen and Bob. They are due to be in NYC in two weeks." Frank cautioned April, "And don't think about what your doing. Hide your personalities, and become a killing machine. Eliminate them from the circle of life."
April sneered at Frank, "Sorry Toots, but I'm on my own now. Don't need anyone's shit on me. Ta ta!" April wriggled her fingers, as she flounced through the door. She soon pulled ou there phone as she stood outside of the hotel, searching for Jean Cena. Jean Cena lived down in New Jersey, and April called a cab.
"New Jersey. By tonight, luv." April layered on her accent, as she shoved 3 crisp one hundred bills. The driver raised his eyebrows. She smirked as she allowed her phone to hack Jean's phone. Jean soon received a text from her younger brother, John Cena Jr.
John: Jean. Are you gonna come to my football party after the game?
Jean: OMG! I completely forgot! Dude, I'm sorry, I already got plans..
John: What? Another party? Thanks, Sis.
Jean: Please… I'll be there for the last hour or so for the party. Promise. 3
John: Whatever.
April narrowed her eyes at Jean's careless remarks again John but then reminded herself that she had no business. She was only there to kill.. eliminate Jean and then go home soon.
She then texted Jean herself.
April: Hey! Names Anastasia Wilhurn! I'm having a party later tonight.. Was wondering if you want to come with me?
Jean: Do I know you?
April: Whoops! Sorry. Your dad's a famous wrestler… I saw you at one of his recent matches… Where was it?
Jean: New York Times?
April: No…. Somewhere else.. But anyways, I need a friend while I'm in New Jersey. Dad's being SUPER annoying.
Jean: Don't I know that feeling.. Yeah, sure. If you don't mind going to my brother's party with me?
April: Sure! My brother's are all older then me.
Jean: sweet. Ttfn
April smirked as she leaned against the window. She began her snooze as she thought about her mission and her family. When did her life go so wrong and every one else had beautiful and perfect lives.
April looked at her phone as she stood in front of the Cena house. She stood and knocked on the door, and a brunette girl opened the door.
"Jean? Anastasia Wilhurn." April shoved her hand forward. Jean's face lit up in a huge smile.
"Anastasia! Hi! Come in!" Jean ushered her in as she opened the door further. "This is my humble abode. I'm moving out in a couple weeks, actually. Going to NYC to become the newest WWE diva."
"That sounds amazing! I haven't really ever watched WWE, but I suppose since you like it, it's awesome?" April smirked at Jean
Jean laughed, "Me and my brother both wanna hit up WWE later on, except I hate the Diva's style of fighting."
April nodded, "I know what you mean! It's so pathetic! I would rather be a guy and be able to throw an rock bottom or something awesome like that!"
Jean smiled at April before asking the one question, "So.. Point of the party to hook you up?"
April laughed heartily, before shaking her head, "No.. I don't need anyone in my shitty life. What about you?"
Jean smiled, "I'm good. I'd rather choose a wrestler and settle down with him. I've always thought they look hot all sweaty and cute."
A young brunette male poked his head into the Living Room where Jean and April stood and were talking, he spoke, "Jean? I'm gonna leave for my football game… You coming?"
Jean stared at April like a deer caught in the headlights, and April spoke up quickly, "Jean! Don't you remember that our teacher asked us to complete some math homework? Do you have the study guide for the lesson?"
Jean smiled, "Yeah! I do! It's in my room. Sorry John, but we're gonna be a little busy.. I'll be there for your party!"
John snorted, and shrugged, "Don't bother." He than turned to April, "And you are?"
April held out her hand, "I'm April — or that's what my best friends call me. Real name is Anastasia Wilhurn."
"John Feliz Anthony Cena, but my friends call me Johnny. Whatever nickname you make up, I'm good with." John gave April a huge smile before turning around and leaving.
Jean winked at April, "Someone has the hots for my brother? Don't worry, he's a cute kid. I think you two would be good for each other."
"What? No! I … I got enough stuff without relationship problems." April denied and Jean nodded.
"Well? Let's get to our party." Jean led the way out of the house and to the car. April nodded, as she pulled out her phone. She texted Frank,
April: I got in. Mission begun.
Frank: Cool. Talk in two days. I'm the babysitter for little Caden Hardy. I promised him a treat.
Frank: He wanted to be treated like a big boy. 3 Cute kid.
April: lol, give him a noogie and pizza. He'll love it.
Frank: Your one to talk.
April didn't respond only turned off her phone, while speaking, "Jean? This is kinda embarrassing, but I actually do have a problem.. I have to study a couple lessons and then I have to send them in. Can we get together for a study session?"
Jean laughed heartily, "Of course! I wouldn't mind to study with another person."
"Okay. Thanks." April smiled at Jean before closing her eyes for a brief doze.
A/U: So this isn't actually my first time writing a story with FanFiciton, but it is my first time writing a story that has to do with Wrestling or AJ Lee or John Cena. I do hope that this will later become an AJLee/JohnCena story, but that's still up in the air. I do wanna bring Brock Lesnar and a couple other WWE superstars into the story before AJ joins WWE.
This story is just about the struggle one girl can go through. So her family is the leader of a mob, and well.. I did get this idea from another story about where John Cena is the youngest son of a Mob Boss, and he marries Dwayne Johnson and has a couple sons before they are killed by the mob, and then he meets Randy Orton. Which I love the story, so I got the mob idea from him. So if you (the author of that story) ever reads my story, I want to send in a thanks. I would also appreciate if you reach out to me and we can talk. :)
Some of these victims are fake, but Bob Crane and Owen Hart are real. Jean, Caden, Dalton, and Sean are completely fake. I really want to emphasis the closeness in the relationship in Frank, Taylor and April/AJ. It's all slowly coming together. Thanks for being a supporter! I do have another chapter in the near end of writing. :) Thanks for your patience.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters that you all know. The OCs are mine though. :)
~K