Chapter 1
Randy was in a club. You know a dark club, full of shadows and lost souls.
Tonight had been a tough night. He fought for his title and lost it. Even if all of it was a storyline nonetheless it hurts him. He is a heel and he likes it but sometimes a wrestler wants to hear the crowd chanting his name and not "you suck".
So he came here, alone.
He has a healthy way of life. However, this night, just this night, he wants to drink.
It surprises him how his character could match his real soul from time to time. He had learned to be observant, always watching around him. Wrestling has also brought him an infinite confidence and a lot of charisma. It didn't bother him to use it.
Nevertheless, tonight he just wanted to relax, to drink and to be left alone. He had chosen a dark corner where only a few customers could see him.
It was late. He should be at his hotel room by now.
Seeking for a waitress, his glance caught a bunch of girls. They came in one hour ago and seemed pretty wasted by now. The Legend Killer shook his head, drunken women are a plague. They headed out. He saw one of them stay near the door until a man come to join her.
One drink later, it begins to be foggy in his mind.
Two drinks later he decides to go while he still could drive.
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His car was parked just around the corner. The cold and rainy night wakes him up a little while he was walking. He climbs into his SUV, starts the engine and goes to make a U-turn in the nearest alley. There, he stops right in his tracks.
In the middle of the road, into the light of his car, somebody was lying on his side. Randy carefully goes out and approaches. The person stays still. He kneels next to him and rolls him onto his back.
It wasn't a man. It was a woman, the same woman who was in the club earlier.
She was unconscious. Randy could clearly see that somebody has beaten her. Blood was dripping down her face from her nose and a cut at her eyebrow. The rain was washing it away but it didn't wake her up. Randy couldn't let her here but if he called the cops, there would be tons of questions and maybe some articles in the newspapers. He couldn't afford it.
*What can I do? She needs some help…*
His jaw tightens as his mind was running.
*I can't be seen with her.*
Suddenly, he picks her still motionless frame up and walks to his car. Opening the passenger door, he sits her down. He goes around the car and sits down too, watching her. She was still passed out.
Shaking his head, he pulls away.
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