Twisted
Summary: Slight AU After Victoria has a near death experience, strange things begin happening to her. She begins to see-but her gift, her curse, may drive her to the brinks of insanity and she cannot go back.
Characters: Victoria, Kane, Lita, Undertaker, Eugene…Many more. Lita/Kane tastes, still looking for a pairing for Victoria.
Rating: PG-13, some chapters may evolve into R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in or related to the WWE.
Note: I apologize for not working on 'Warriors', those of you who are looking into this who have read my other work, but I'm having bad writers block and am just getting over a very painful sickness. It's taken up most of my energy, to much energy to really think about the lengthy plot and storyline I have in mind for my other story, so I've decided to warm myself up with this one. It's just an idea, and may evolve into a full-length story (50+ chapters). We'll see, but I do intend to continue Warriors as soon as I am well.
Chapter One: Drown
"She's like a lost flower
Growing up through a crack
In the bustling sidewalk
Moving like a river so sad…"
-Lovefurypassionenergy, Boy Hits Car
The hot water that rushed over her skin was like a hail of burning fire upon her morning-dead skin, awakening it with rude intrusion.
Victoria took in a deep breath at the feel of it, and shied from the shower of water, but allowed it to envelop her once more, this time with comfort and practiced tolerance to the heat. This was how she started her day every morning-with a blast of hot water. It was probably the only minutes she'd have to herself the entire day.
Her hands, clenching and unclenching with stiff fingers, reached up to run through her hair, a dull black flame in the steam of her early morning shower, tousling the strands. A frown perched upon her lips, stopping the hot water from running in rivers into her mouth. Her ears caught glimpse of a radio playing somewhere in a different room, a rock beat that was nearly drowned out by the shower running.
Drowning it out…drowning…
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Her fumbling hands plunged into the hardwood drawer beside her, drawing out a black sweatshirt that she slipped over her head. For a moment the sunlight from the window spilled over her skin, and she let out a small shiver from the warmth, her body still radiating heat from the shower. But it was gone in a moment, and once again she stood in silence.
She flopped onto the unmade hotel bed, and craned her neck out to catch a glimpse of her shoes, hiding like a pair of black rabbits beneath the dust ruffle. A hand reached out to snatch them up. On her feet they went, one foot, two feet, time to GO, time to leave, time to get out.
Her tongue slid out and ran over her lips, wetting them as she headed for the door of her hotel room. There was silence, a golden silence everywhere this morning.
A pause.
The young woman stopped, and cocked her head, looking into the mirror mounted upon the door. Here she was, herself, in the reflection. She cocked her head, curiously, as if this was something new.
She was Victoria, warrior and woman of the squared circle. She was friend and enemy, woman and girl who dared to get rough with the boys, the femme fatal millions adored. Her reality, her life, was a bit of a myth to them, but she didn't mind.
With her quiet observations, Victoria noted little things about herself: she was tall enough, and strong, but not so she looked like a gym addict, as some of the other wrestlers did. Her hair was fairly long, down her back in a raven cascade, still damp from the shower. She wasn't dressed to the nines in any way, in a black pair of sweat pants and extra large shirt and sneakers, but Victoria decided she was pretty enough.
Shrugging her shoulders, she once again began to walk for the door, but stopped and looked at herself again. Something was different. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something felt funny in the pit of her stomach.
The raven-tressed woman bit her lip, but shook her head, and opened the door, jogging in place as she closed it.
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The lonely walk to her car was short enough. The parking lot was deserted of people, the sun just rising. Concrete turned gold and Victoria's nerves collapsed as she enjoyed the site, before reaching into her pants pocket to retrieve her car keys.
For several a year she had returned to be with both friends and enemies upon Raw. It had been several months since Trish had injured Lita, and the woman was expecting her red headed partner to return within a small time. Since that fateful night in Puerto Rico, the smug smile upon the Women's Champion's face was beginning to falter. Victoria was becoming the Hunter and had disemboweled Trish's confidence at every chance she got. One Lita returned, there would be no one to run to for Trish.
Victoria naturally wasn't much of a murderer, but wrestling had it's perks, as being legally able to injure people. Into steel. Lots of shiny, metal steel.
Finally, her keys managed to work themselves into the lock, and a moment later, she was revving up her engine, and slowly driving onto the empty road before her.
She would find a place to get a little coffee, and take a jog in the wildlife center just outside of the town. The roads would be quiet and she would spend a little her-on-her time.
A brief smile crossed her face. What a delicious thought.
-
The local Dunkin' Donuts was open, and a dollar later, Victoria found herself clutching and sipping a Styrofoam cup full of coffee. She set it into the cup holder and allowed it to cool as she drove along.
It was days like this, without distractions and crowds and noise, that Victoria felt most pleased. People were wonderful-she loved people, actually, loved the energy from them. But over the years, there were moments when she realized how mature she was getting, and how nice peace and quiet were becoming. Growing old so young, that was what she told herself. Maybe she was.
The car bumped up and down a little as Victoria turned onto a dirt road, to take a brief shortcut to the center.
Her mind drifted back to everything going on. She would be facing Trish in four days on Raw. So far, she was escaping the storylines, besides her bitter rivalry. But, you can't be everyone's friend. Christy was beginning to slowly fall into wrestling, and she had eagerly offered to train her in the ways of the WWE. It was fun, almost like having Lita back. Friends were hard to find in the business. She wasn't sure many people even were true to their amigos.
A smirk crossed her features. Well, some of them. Her friendships were true. So were, for the most part, her enemies.
Her eyes slid upward and squint through the windshield, up into the tops of the trees growing upon either side of her. The sun was climbing high into the sky, the early morning mist fading out.
She reached the end of the shortcut, and began to drive on the concrete road again, running alongside the stone railing of the bridge that allowed her passage over the dark blue river below. A car or two had passed her on her way so far. It was so quiet, maybe too quiet. One of Victoria's hands reached down to turn the radio on. A song came through the speakers, smooth and easy.
"-…that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay…"
The time was 6: 47 in the morning when Victoria saw the truck. It was painted black, the windows tinted. She saw deep scratches on it's dull sides.
It was swerving into her lane, oncoming in a twisting pattern. Victoria felt a cold sweat break over her skin. She gripped the steering wheel and attempted to drive from it's designated path that changed every few seconds.
Unfortunately the plans she had to run away unscatched were interrupted by the hand of whatever force guided the driver of the truck.
The crash itself took on a moment, but Victoria saw it as an eternity. Her car slammed on the brakes and swerved sharply to the right as the truck pummeled towards her, smashing into her side.
The result was her vehicle smashing into the stone side of the bridge, and breaking through the rock while the truck fell on it's side and skidded on the concrete for several minutes.
For a long time Victoria could feel herself falling, falling, falling, her car heading towards the cold morning waters below. For a long time she prayed and received no answer. For a long time, she realized she was going to die.
"…I know nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win…"
A moment later, her car fell foreword into the water with a splash that would have woken any who had been dreaming peacefully. Water began to immediately gurgle into the car, as Victoria's head snapped back and forth and crashed into her dashboard.
Blood seeped down her face as Victoria slowly slipped from our world into another realm. Her legs soon became immersed in the chill of the liquid that penetrated the car.
Like a pale angel, her face dressed in red, Victoria began to sink with her metal carriage, down into the depths of the river. She would only have a few minutes, but she did not know it. She knew nothing. She knew…death, perhaps.
Her lullaby gurgled onward, through the cold waters.
"Half my life is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages.
You know it's true
All the things come back to you…"
A brilliant light flooded through the windows, through the persuading and seductive darkness that surrounded the little car. Victoria felt her eyes open and stare longing into it, and for a second it appeared this was how she would spend eternity.
But the light…
It was a painful vision. Victoria wanted the black. The light would swallow her. It was noisy and screaming was within, pain was within, life and death was inside that terrible light that wanted her, to engulf her in the burning feeling of fire and passion and hatred. She didn't know what she was thinking or doing anymore, but she wanted that darkness…
The light took her anyways.
And that's when she screamed.
"Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away…"
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News Broadcast from a local station at 10 o'clock, July 7:
"…at 6:52, a call came in from a car phone on a small highway about an hour from Philadelphia, alerted the police of a car accident. One of the vehicles was submerged in the river below the fairly deserted bridge that led to the wildlife center. In the other, the intoxicated driver was rendered unconscious. The caller was a young man who had seen the accident, and had bravely dived in after the first car to rescue the woman inside. Police merited him on his heroic deeds. The woman was unconscious and thought dead upon examination. After administering CPR several times, she was finally revived, later identified as Victoria, a popular wrestler with the WWE. In other news, a local man has begun…"
A stirring came from within the dark room, a cracked and crooked smile grinning towards the flickering screen upon the television. A familiar face, a familiar voice rose from the depths of gloomy comfort he took to keep himself occupied in the long hours.
"She will see…"
A twisted look came into his eyes.
"…she'll see the pain."
Laughter, faded into the dark solace he kept.
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Hundreds of miles away, Victoria awoke in her hospital bed, screaming, sweat running down her skin, like ice to the touch. Her hands trembled as they touched her face, her cheeks, and stared at the tips of her fingers. Blood soaked the tiny depths of her fingerprints.
"Oh my god…"
Her voice cracked, and she fainted, managing only to whisper to the nurses running in:
"…I felt them screaming…"
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Finito chapter one.