Disclaimer: I own no one. All characters are
copyrighted to the WWFE Corporation, and I ain't even making a cent for this
stuff. So no suing the poor innocent girl!!!
Dedication: Gotta dedicate the third part to my coo
friend and awesome FF.net writer The Angel, who is the only one and will remain
the only one that knows how I'm taking this story. Thanks for helping me sort
out my ideas, girl! (Sorry I didn't call this Sacrificing Stephanie, LoL.)
A/N: Third part, people! Enjoy!!
Chris felt
like shouting, crying, and breaking something in half all at the same time. I
said I would protect her. And now look at her—they took her. God, if I weren't
so fucking stubborn, she would still be all right. This is my entire fault! His
mind kept wandering to the night before.
He had
Booker where he wanted. Suddenly something jumped him from behind, and he
faintly heard the bell ring to signal the end of the match. Booker must have
been DQed. He didn't mind that until he heard Stephanie's scream. He was hurt
then, very badly, because someone had hit him a few more times with the object
which stung like a bitch. He managed to look up to see her being carried away
by Rhyno.
He could do
nothing, and no one else could either. Matt told him people tried to stop them,
but Rhyno had a knife to her throat. There was no way they were going to
endanger her that much. So they let him through, and watched her helplessly
being dragged away. When he got in back and found out they disappeared with
her, he had cried. He never cried, ever.
And they
kept threatening to spill. He was worried sick. What did they want with her?
Would they kill her? Hurt her? If they touched her even slightly, he had
decided, he would kill all of them. But first he needed a plan to get her back
in case she WAS all right.
He had been
thinking all night. He didn't get a wink of sleep. He wasn't going to do
anything that would get her hurt, which was probably the only reason he didn't
rush them then and there. But there was no plan. There was nothing he could
think of. He knew of no way to get her out of the situation. She could be
anywhere.
He jumped
at the knock at his door. It was strange, he was half hoping that she would
just appear out of no where to run back into his arms. He opened the door and
found Lita standing there. She frowned deeply when she saw him. Did he look
that bad? Probably. He felt like that.
"Chris, you
look horrible." She commented. He shrugged absently. "Did you sleep at all last
night?" The look he shot her said it all. "You not sleeping is not going to
help get her back."
"I can't
sleep, I can't eat—" he walked into his hotel room, and Lita followed him in,
closing the door behind her. He plopped down on the chair he had been sitting
at for the entire night.
"Listen,
you have to calm down." She sat on the bed. "I know you're worried—hell, so am
I, so is everyone else—but if you let this get to you, you'll be in no shape to
help her."
"I can't
help it, do you blame me? What if Matt had gotten kidnapped, Lita? How would
you feel?" he asked, looking at her. Lita sighed.
"I would
feel the same way. I know what you're saying." She shook her head.
"This is
all my fault. If I just listened to her—if I wasn't so fucking stubborn—" He
let out a huge sigh.
"It isn't your
fault, so don't think that. Listen, I just got a call from somebody—" she
trailed off.
"Them!?"
his head snapped up. Lita shook her head.
"No. Chris
called me."
"Benoit?"
he asked, raising a brow. She nodded.
"Yeah, he
told me he was trying to reach you, but your cell is turned off or something.
He's coming here on the next flight." She explained.
"He is?" he
asked, surprised.
"Yeah. Said
something about how it was about fucking time you got a clue, and he wasn't
gonna sit around and watch a year's worth of listening to you two argue go down
the drain because of some psycho." She shrugged.
"That's all
well and good, but Lita—I've been thinking all night. I can't think of a single
way to get her back." He groaned.
"That's
because only you are thinking. Listen, everyone wants her back. Everyone. This
could be an entire federation deal. Chris, you've got the best allies in the
world. We'll get her back." She swore. "Now listen, Matt and Jeff are
downstairs. Chris, come eat lunch with us. Please?"
"But what
if—"
"You know
Stephanie wouldn't want you to die before you have a chance to save her." She
responded. All right, she has a point. I just don't feel very—social right
now.
"All right,
listen, I'll go." He sighed. "But I don't really feel that—talkative right
now."
"It's all
right. You'll still get out of this room, and that's all I want." She paused.
"Might want to get a little cleaned up, though."
"I guess
so." He shrugged lightly, pulling himself up. He didn't really care what he
looked like, but he knew he didn't want to worry the friends he had that were
still with him like that. He grabbed the closest clean pair of clothing and got
himself mostly cleaned up.
"Ready?"
she asked. He nodded.
He followed
her downstairs, and outside. Their hotel was pretty crummy, and thus the area
around it was bad as well. Still, it seemed there was a decent little eatery.
It was one of those you only had a mild worry about finding a roach on your
food. When they entered, he instantly saw Matt and Jeff, and he followed Lita
towards them. He let her slip into the seat first, and then he did the same. He
tried not to notice the worried looks. He was so sick of it all. He wanted
Stephanie back.
"How you
feeling, man?" Jeff's voice was full of honest concern.
"Besides
the fact that my girlfriend is in the hands of people who are most likely going
to hurt her, I'm just peachy." He replied in a snap. He felt bad instantly, but
was too bothered by his other problems to care. Jeff seemed to understand. They
all did.
"I can't
believe we can't do a fucking thing right now." Matt complained. "If I could, I
would have strangled their necks by now."
"We saw her
as they were dragging her out. Couldn't do anything to stop them—" Jeff shook
his head. "I'm really sorry, man."
"We need a
plan." Lita stated. "Like I told Chris, we have a lot of people to help this
time."
"But we
need to find out where they have her, first." Chris groaned. "And we can't send
a spy in, they'll catch on."
"How about
Christian?" Matt suggested. "He's been showing his mean streak. We could make
him pretend to join the Alliance."
"Trust a
guy who wears a fuzzy hat and has gospel music play when he comes out? That's
like letting Lita's life fall into Bozo the clown's hands." Chris snorted.
"But
there's no one else besides him." Matt pointed out. "No one else has been
acting like they want to jump ship."
"This is
impossible." Chris's head fell to the table.
"Don't give
up hope, Chris. We'll figure something out." Lita patted his back.
"Listen,
I'm going to go. I'm really not hungry—" he trailed off. "Thanks for inviting
me."
"Chris—"
Lita frowned. Chris shook his head.
"I'm all right."
He gave a small sad smile. "I just need to be alone for a little bit." Lita
sighed, then nodded.
"See you
around, Chris. If we hear anything, we'll tell you." Jeff informed him. Chris
nodded.
"Thanks."
He responded, meekly walking away. He just wanted to curl up and go to sleep
and just forget about it all. Why the hell did this have to happen? It wasn't
fair.
Stephanie,
I'm going to find you. Please don't give up. Just don't piss them off. He
sighed, finally making it to his room. He opened the door, then slammed it
behind him. There had to be something he could do. He just wasn't thinking.
It didn't
help he had her bags in his room. He sat on the bed, frowning largely, trying
not to think about her. It wasn't working. He sighed, letting the memories of
her flood into his mind. It was impossible to resist. Her smile, her body, her
kiss—god, he missed her. The memories just hardened his resolve to find her.
He loved
her. He would do anything for her, including risking his own life. And then it
came to him, like a light in the dark suddenly coming on. He did skip only one
idea. The idea itself was insane, almost unimaginable, but at that point all he
had was the promise of help. He would go to the man who was the most cunning
and manipulative person he knew.
He was
going to talk to Vince McMahon. The guy couldn't hate his daughter that much,
could he? Still, it made Chris nervous. From what Stephanie had told him, Vince
didn't like him so much. He didn't blame him, but still, it was a bad position.
Perhaps if I ask him for help, he'll believe how much I love her. Or he
could kick me out. Either way, it's worth a shot, right? I'm running out of
options here, and the guy's got to have some brilliant scheme. It IS his
daughter.
With his
thoughts backing him up, he had decided. It was time to go to the one person he
never thought he would look for advice. He just hoped Vince had some sort of
heart in his body somewhere. He couldn't hate her that much—could he? Chris
grabbed his coat and left his room again. He was hoping someone knew where
Vince was.