The Dark Hero: Introduction
May 17, 1999….
8:50 pm…..
Three terrible shots rang out into the night….followed by a series of screams….from a woman…my mother.
11:00pm….
A thick sheet of rain poured all over my 13 year old body as I watched the paramedics carry out the bodies of the people who were once my parents. I stared blankly, scared and very confused about this.
How could they be taken away from me like this? How is it that no one saw the perpetrators? Why me?
Flashes from cameras filled the dark night as reporters tried their best to get a statement…but I didn't speak. I just stood there letting the rain shower me in it's cold blanket of fury. My parents had been stolen from me…and there wasn't anyone who could give me answers as to why….
My name is Angel Marie Orton and only one hour prior to this massacre…I was the happiest girl alive. I was an only child with wonderful parents named Kristen and Ralph. My mother was mostly a stay at home mom but she always kept herself busy writing stories and getting them published. Oh how I loved the stories she came up with. They were so brilliant like herself.
My father, Ralph, worked as a trainer for the WWE. He had trained numerous people including his brother, Randy Orton…my uncle. I barely got to see my father much but I did become close with my uncle. He was a frequent visitor at my house especially when my dad was out of town. If only he could have been with me today…I was all alone when I came in from dance practice and found my mother and father bound and gagged. I was about to help them when someone grabbed me from behind and dragged me up to my bedroom. There were two other men there too but they all wore masks and I couldn't tell who they were. They tied me down and kept me in that room as they rummaged through the house. I wondered just what they were looking for…
I then listened as they returned down to where my parents were and started asking them questions.
"Where is it? Where's the stash?"
My mom cried, "We don't know what you're talking about! There is no stash!"
I then heard a gun click, "Silly woman…if you don't tell us where it is I'll shoot your husband and then you…"
My cried harder, "Oh please don't…have mercy!"
He chuckled, "Too late…"
My heart pounded when I heard two gunshots ring out and my mother screamed….I'll never forget that scream…it was like one of those horror movie screams…
"Last chance Kristen…give up the stash."
My mom sighed, "It isn't here…and none of you would be able to get to it without me or my daughter."
The men chuckled, "And what's that suppose to mean?"
"It's simple…the stash can only be touched by someone in this family…and if you kill me…or my daughter, then you're out of luck." My mom said.
I heard one of them laugh, "Interesting…I guess that means little Angel is all ours for the taking then."
"No! Please not my daughter!"
Those were the last words I heard before another gunshot rang out through the house. I tried hard to escape my bonds but they were too strong…
I wasn't sure if I was going to make it until I heard the police sirens.
Get ready my dear readers…for this story will do more than keep you on the edge of your seat.