Was away those years....
AJ_Austin316
Summery: A Violent Attack leads a Young woman into asking for help from one of the Top WWF Stars of all time, Her father.
A/N: This story starts off on a rather Violent note so those of you who do not like Violence may want to skip ahead a paragraph or two.
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The music throbbed through the Austin Texas Night Club, The young men and woman danced to it, all to Sexually. A young woman was sitting silently at the bar watching the crowd. Her hair, which was obviously dyed black, was dressed in a pair of ripped and torn Jeans, a Chrushed red velvet Tank top and a Black lacetop over it. Across her knee's sat a black duster. Her feet were incased in heavy duty black combat boots. Her hair which was black as mentioned earlier was in to ratty looking pigtails, which were dyed purple, while the rest of hair hung down her back. Her skin was pale and her peircing blue eyes were focused on something distent and far away.
She was known as Tracks to her followers. The men who followed her around continueaslly at night when she snuck away from home. She sighed and stood up. The night was boreing her and she decided on leaving now. She made her way through the people and out into the cool night air. She moved slowly towards her car enjoying the night air.
" Hello, Tracks." Said a cold voice behind her.
She whirled and glared into the darkness. " What do you want?" She snarled.
A man stepped from the shadows and grinned touching one of the blue pigtails and grinned. " I like these Tracks." he said.
She glared at him coldly. " Well, I'll change it then!"
The man chuckeled and slid his hand to touch her face. " Come on Tracks, you used to like my touch."
" Well, its makes my skin crawl now." She said snidely.
The gental look on the mans face vannished. " Listen ya little Bitch, you have no idea what your messing with!"
She backed away a step. " I know who I'm messing with, and you better belive I'm more then a little bitch!"
Before she could dodge the man slammed his fist into her face and sent her reeling. " Ya little Bitch!" he snarled and yanked her to her feet wrapping a hand around her kneck
Her black painted nails came up and clawed at his hand. she kicked her feet at him. " Let me go now!"
He drew his face close to her's. " I think not Tracks," he said dragging her into the ally.
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Docter Jonathen Levstale stared down at his patient. Her face was pale and her features were obscured by several deadly looking bruises. Her arms were covered with the same amount of bruises. The oxygen mask covered her face and other machines monitered her heart beat. The docter looked up as the nurse stepped in.
" Dr." She said. " We finnished going through her belongings. The only thing showing who she is is the tattoo on her left wrist saying Tracks."
Dr. Levstale nodded. " Nothing else then nurse?" he asked.
" No, sir." She said.
The docter nodded. " Well, release the information on the Tattoo to the police and will see what comes of it." He sighed.
" Are you okay sir?" She asked.
"I don't honestly think she'll ever wake up."
"Oh, is it honestly that bad?"
The docter nodded. "I'm afraid it is."
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A couple miles away in a room a group of men were watching TV making coments on stuff being said by the news anchors.
" And tonight we are in search of the identy of a young girl found out side a club on Austin's north side. The only Idenafaction found on her is a Tattoo."
A picture of the Tattoo came up on the screen. " Anyone knowing a young woman with a Tattoo sporting the word Tracks, Or with a Tattoo of a White Lynx, make contact with the Austin police imidettly."
One of the men stood up suddenly. " Shit." He cursed and left the room.
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" I can't let you leave Steve," Vince said shaking his head.
" Its my kid Damnit!" He screamed in anger.
" I CAN NOT LET YOU LEAVE!" Vince screamed.
"Then let Debra go." Steve said.
" I can't do that either sorry." Vince responded.
" So I'm supposed to ignore the fact that my daughter is in some hospitable possibly dyeing and I can't go see her?" Steve said. " Well, screw you Vince!"
The rattelsnake turned and stalked from the office.
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Everything hurt....she didn't want to open her eyes but a very farmiler voice was urging her to. She coughed and slowly pulled her eyes open. She blinked a couple times and stared up at her father.
" Dad?" She gasped.
"Shyanna" He said smoothing his hand across her face. " Baby, are you okay?" He asked.
" My head hurts Dad." She said injoying this she knew would be short lived time with her dad.
" The docter said your going to be okay." He said.
She smiled weakly and winced as she tried to sit up. " I feel like I've been run over." She said.
Steve nodded. " The docter's said yer attacker was pretty complete in his attack."
She nodded. " I can tell." She said.
" Who did this to you baby?" he asked helping her sit up.
She looked at him the pain and fear of that night comeing back to her. " I don't remember." She whispered.
Steve nodded. " I want you to come back to the arena with me when they release you."
She shook her head. " Dad, no." She said. " I'm Tracks, I'm not you little girl anymore, I can take care of myself."
"Please Shy," He said.
" NO!" She said coldly.
Steve sat back in his chair and sighed. " Shyanna," He said.
She shook her head. " I won't come dad, I have a life here and I'm not going to up and leave because some idiot couldn't take no for an answer."
Steve looked at her and she felt bad for hurting him, but she had to. She wasn't leaving her home and her life. " I'm sorry dad,"
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Two weeks of hospitable time of docters constently pokeing and prodding. Of her dad constent calling to beg her to come stay with him when they relased her. Finally she was home in her own apartment. Yes, she was only 17 but she couldn't stand being in her dad's huge house in Victoria. She sat down and yawned as a small white cat hopped up on the couch and curled up against her leg.
" heya Lynx." She said petting the kitten.
She reached over and hit the blinking light on her answering machine.
" Hey, Tracks where you've been Baby!" Said a voice over the machine.
" Love to know who your freinds are," She said.
" Hey, baby call me its dad." Steve's voice said.
She sighed. " He won't give it up Lynx."
" Hey, Tracks call me I got some good stuff." Another voice said.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. " Guy just won't give up."
" Hey, Tracks...I'm watching you...You look so nice in that hospitable gown...I did a real good number on you didn't I bitch. Ya know what Tracks I had fun the other night, We should do it again sometimes....I loved listening to you beg for me to stop....It was such a turn on....just think about it makes me want you right now....Oh, I like that I think I'll come over right now!"
She jerked off the couch and picked up Lynx and stood listening to the silent apartment. The silence was almost oppressive. She backed slowly towards the door and jerked to a stop.
" Oh, don't go so soon Tracks," The voice said. " And the kitty cat nice touch, is that where you go the idea for the white lynx tattoo."
"Oh, god." She sobbed slideing down the wall. " GO AWAY!!"
" I like your apartment Tracks! Its makes me want to take you on every surfice" He sighed. " I'm watching you are you scared yet Tracks?"
" STOP IT STOP IT GO AWAY PLEASE!!" She screamed sobbing.
" Your scared arn't you Tracks baby girl." He hissed. " I could walk into the room right now and you wouldn't have a chance!"
She scrambeled to her feet and yanked the door open and ran into the hallway. She hurried down the hall she could almost feel his eyes on her. She stumbeled and fell. " Help me somebody help me please!!"
The door across the hall opened and she stared up at the man standing there. " Please help me!"
He kneeled down next to her. " Hey, take it easy its okay mam." he said.
" He's in my apartment call the police he's in there!!" she sobbed histerriclly.
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She stood in the baggage claim holding her bag, and holding the Cat carrier. She searched the seething crowd for a farmiler face not seeing one. " SHYANN!" Came a loud cry.
She whirled heart raceing then smiled. " Debbie." She said " Its Tracks."
" Right, right your dad told me." She said looking at the Carrier. " And whose this?"
"Thats Lynx, I couldn't leave him behind." She said.
Debra smiled. " Well, come on yer dad's awaiting us at the arena."
Tracks smiled and followed Debra. " So, when Hall bashed his knee last week was he okay?"
Debra smiled. " Yer dad's a good actor."
Tracks nodded. " Yeah, he scared me though it looked like he was really hurt."
Debra nodded. " He scared me when he told me what they were going to do."
Tracks looked around as they stepped outside and shivered. " I Hate Boulder." She said
Debra nodded. " After spending's yer intire life in Texas I could understand that."
They climbed into the limo and it pulled away from the curb. Tracks turned and looked out the window. Watching the building's slide away behind them. Debra watched her and wanted to reach out and hug her step daughter.
TBC....
So, what ya think so far, I'm hopeing that I'll get a good response, yes I know this fic jumps around quite a bit but this is my first attempt at one.
AJ_Austin316
Summery: A Violent Attack leads a Young woman into asking for help from one of the Top WWF Stars of all time, Her father.
A/N: This story starts off on a rather Violent note so those of you who do not like Violence may want to skip ahead a paragraph or two.
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The music throbbed through the Austin Texas Night Club, The young men and woman danced to it, all to Sexually. A young woman was sitting silently at the bar watching the crowd. Her hair, which was obviously dyed black, was dressed in a pair of ripped and torn Jeans, a Chrushed red velvet Tank top and a Black lacetop over it. Across her knee's sat a black duster. Her feet were incased in heavy duty black combat boots. Her hair which was black as mentioned earlier was in to ratty looking pigtails, which were dyed purple, while the rest of hair hung down her back. Her skin was pale and her peircing blue eyes were focused on something distent and far away.
She was known as Tracks to her followers. The men who followed her around continueaslly at night when she snuck away from home. She sighed and stood up. The night was boreing her and she decided on leaving now. She made her way through the people and out into the cool night air. She moved slowly towards her car enjoying the night air.
" Hello, Tracks." Said a cold voice behind her.
She whirled and glared into the darkness. " What do you want?" She snarled.
A man stepped from the shadows and grinned touching one of the blue pigtails and grinned. " I like these Tracks." he said.
She glared at him coldly. " Well, I'll change it then!"
The man chuckeled and slid his hand to touch her face. " Come on Tracks, you used to like my touch."
" Well, its makes my skin crawl now." She said snidely.
The gental look on the mans face vannished. " Listen ya little Bitch, you have no idea what your messing with!"
She backed away a step. " I know who I'm messing with, and you better belive I'm more then a little bitch!"
Before she could dodge the man slammed his fist into her face and sent her reeling. " Ya little Bitch!" he snarled and yanked her to her feet wrapping a hand around her kneck
Her black painted nails came up and clawed at his hand. she kicked her feet at him. " Let me go now!"
He drew his face close to her's. " I think not Tracks," he said dragging her into the ally.
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Docter Jonathen Levstale stared down at his patient. Her face was pale and her features were obscured by several deadly looking bruises. Her arms were covered with the same amount of bruises. The oxygen mask covered her face and other machines monitered her heart beat. The docter looked up as the nurse stepped in.
" Dr." She said. " We finnished going through her belongings. The only thing showing who she is is the tattoo on her left wrist saying Tracks."
Dr. Levstale nodded. " Nothing else then nurse?" he asked.
" No, sir." She said.
The docter nodded. " Well, release the information on the Tattoo to the police and will see what comes of it." He sighed.
" Are you okay sir?" She asked.
"I don't honestly think she'll ever wake up."
"Oh, is it honestly that bad?"
The docter nodded. "I'm afraid it is."
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A couple miles away in a room a group of men were watching TV making coments on stuff being said by the news anchors.
" And tonight we are in search of the identy of a young girl found out side a club on Austin's north side. The only Idenafaction found on her is a Tattoo."
A picture of the Tattoo came up on the screen. " Anyone knowing a young woman with a Tattoo sporting the word Tracks, Or with a Tattoo of a White Lynx, make contact with the Austin police imidettly."
One of the men stood up suddenly. " Shit." He cursed and left the room.
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" I can't let you leave Steve," Vince said shaking his head.
" Its my kid Damnit!" He screamed in anger.
" I CAN NOT LET YOU LEAVE!" Vince screamed.
"Then let Debra go." Steve said.
" I can't do that either sorry." Vince responded.
" So I'm supposed to ignore the fact that my daughter is in some hospitable possibly dyeing and I can't go see her?" Steve said. " Well, screw you Vince!"
The rattelsnake turned and stalked from the office.
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Everything hurt....she didn't want to open her eyes but a very farmiler voice was urging her to. She coughed and slowly pulled her eyes open. She blinked a couple times and stared up at her father.
" Dad?" She gasped.
"Shyanna" He said smoothing his hand across her face. " Baby, are you okay?" He asked.
" My head hurts Dad." She said injoying this she knew would be short lived time with her dad.
" The docter said your going to be okay." He said.
She smiled weakly and winced as she tried to sit up. " I feel like I've been run over." She said.
Steve nodded. " The docter's said yer attacker was pretty complete in his attack."
She nodded. " I can tell." She said.
" Who did this to you baby?" he asked helping her sit up.
She looked at him the pain and fear of that night comeing back to her. " I don't remember." She whispered.
Steve nodded. " I want you to come back to the arena with me when they release you."
She shook her head. " Dad, no." She said. " I'm Tracks, I'm not you little girl anymore, I can take care of myself."
"Please Shy," He said.
" NO!" She said coldly.
Steve sat back in his chair and sighed. " Shyanna," He said.
She shook her head. " I won't come dad, I have a life here and I'm not going to up and leave because some idiot couldn't take no for an answer."
Steve looked at her and she felt bad for hurting him, but she had to. She wasn't leaving her home and her life. " I'm sorry dad,"
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Two weeks of hospitable time of docters constently pokeing and prodding. Of her dad constent calling to beg her to come stay with him when they relased her. Finally she was home in her own apartment. Yes, she was only 17 but she couldn't stand being in her dad's huge house in Victoria. She sat down and yawned as a small white cat hopped up on the couch and curled up against her leg.
" heya Lynx." She said petting the kitten.
She reached over and hit the blinking light on her answering machine.
" Hey, Tracks where you've been Baby!" Said a voice over the machine.
" Love to know who your freinds are," She said.
" Hey, baby call me its dad." Steve's voice said.
She sighed. " He won't give it up Lynx."
" Hey, Tracks call me I got some good stuff." Another voice said.
She sighed and rolled her eyes. " Guy just won't give up."
" Hey, Tracks...I'm watching you...You look so nice in that hospitable gown...I did a real good number on you didn't I bitch. Ya know what Tracks I had fun the other night, We should do it again sometimes....I loved listening to you beg for me to stop....It was such a turn on....just think about it makes me want you right now....Oh, I like that I think I'll come over right now!"
She jerked off the couch and picked up Lynx and stood listening to the silent apartment. The silence was almost oppressive. She backed slowly towards the door and jerked to a stop.
" Oh, don't go so soon Tracks," The voice said. " And the kitty cat nice touch, is that where you go the idea for the white lynx tattoo."
"Oh, god." She sobbed slideing down the wall. " GO AWAY!!"
" I like your apartment Tracks! Its makes me want to take you on every surfice" He sighed. " I'm watching you are you scared yet Tracks?"
" STOP IT STOP IT GO AWAY PLEASE!!" She screamed sobbing.
" Your scared arn't you Tracks baby girl." He hissed. " I could walk into the room right now and you wouldn't have a chance!"
She scrambeled to her feet and yanked the door open and ran into the hallway. She hurried down the hall she could almost feel his eyes on her. She stumbeled and fell. " Help me somebody help me please!!"
The door across the hall opened and she stared up at the man standing there. " Please help me!"
He kneeled down next to her. " Hey, take it easy its okay mam." he said.
" He's in my apartment call the police he's in there!!" she sobbed histerriclly.
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She stood in the baggage claim holding her bag, and holding the Cat carrier. She searched the seething crowd for a farmiler face not seeing one. " SHYANN!" Came a loud cry.
She whirled heart raceing then smiled. " Debbie." She said " Its Tracks."
" Right, right your dad told me." She said looking at the Carrier. " And whose this?"
"Thats Lynx, I couldn't leave him behind." She said.
Debra smiled. " Well, come on yer dad's awaiting us at the arena."
Tracks smiled and followed Debra. " So, when Hall bashed his knee last week was he okay?"
Debra smiled. " Yer dad's a good actor."
Tracks nodded. " Yeah, he scared me though it looked like he was really hurt."
Debra nodded. " He scared me when he told me what they were going to do."
Tracks looked around as they stepped outside and shivered. " I Hate Boulder." She said
Debra nodded. " After spending's yer intire life in Texas I could understand that."
They climbed into the limo and it pulled away from the curb. Tracks turned and looked out the window. Watching the building's slide away behind them. Debra watched her and wanted to reach out and hug her step daughter.
TBC....
So, what ya think so far, I'm hopeing that I'll get a good response, yes I know this fic jumps around quite a bit but this is my first attempt at one.