Long time no see, huh? We'll see where this goes...


WELCOME TO WELLINGTON


Her disheveled blonde hair falls in front of her face for what she counted to be the millionth time since she began the tiresome task of unloading boxes into the hallow house. She groaned in frustration, pinning it back once more and resigning from the duty to grab her water bottle and quench her thirst.

"Hey, we're almost done," Her mother, Sarah announced very cheerfully. She expected the same from her daughter, but that was certainly not that case. "Why are you being such a downer, Tiffany? This house is beautiful."

"You know what else is beautiful? Our old house. The one you whisked us away from suddenly and now I'm here in a town with the population of less than five thousand and they don't even have an In & Out Burger."

The older woman waltzed to the younger blonde and caresses her face smoothly, "I know, I wish I could make it all go away. But the divorce -"

"Just because you have a divorce doesn't mean you pack up and go, Mom. And don't pull the painful memories trick on me again, because that's not true."

Sarah kisses her head and retreats to the front door, "We can speak of this after we finish all the unloading, alright?"

Defeated, the younger woman begins trotting to the outside of the home, into the moving truck. Much to her relief, there were about six boxes left to unload and that meant the grueling job was mere inches away from completion. Trailing in behind her mother, she noticed a blue paper slip out of the older woman's pocket, without her recognition.

"Mom, you dropped something." Tiffany called, hurrying to retrieve the fallen paper.

Inadvertently, she unfolds the piece of paper just before her mother is able to snatch it from her grasp. Her eyes read over the name Leon and an unreadable phone number and Tiffany knows just what exactly is taking place.

"Would you like to explain something?" She angrily asked.

Her mother shook her head, "I don't have anything to explain."

"Really? Because to me, it looks like you have a guy's phone number. You said no more men in your life."

"I don't have to explain anything to you, Tiffany. You are not my mother."

Tiffany scoffed, "No, but I am your daughter. And I deserve an explanation after all this moving and changing you're making me do. You owe me that much."

Sarah keeps quiet, which only angers the younger blonde more. She shakes her disappointingly and beings to walk away. "Fine. Finish the unloading all by yourself."

"Tiffany!"

She ignores the sounds of her mother's calls, just finds her bedroom and slams her door loudly for emphasis.


"Is there any way we can trade Adam for a guard dog or something?" Eve rudely inquires, "I'm sure they think just alike."

"Is there any way you two could just stop fighting for one moment, so we can have a decent meeting?" Christian snaps back, causing the brunette to bite her tongue.

"I think Eve is somewhat attracted to me and uses rude insults and comments as a defense mechanism," Adam brainstorms, "I mean, I wouldn't be surprised, I'm quite the looker."

"You won't be after I -"

"Silence."

The group looks up to find their leader, Paul, staring irritatingly at them, awaiting for their mouths to close and their eyes to watch. He's covered in black, matching the coming nightfall. His blue eyes pop out wildly, the only trace of color on him.

The last time the group had seen him, his hair had a been long and wavy. Now his hair had been groomed short, giving him an inevitable look of seriousness, apart from the last time.

"Glad you all made it...together." He said, before motioning them to take their seat. "It's great that the five of you could stick through after my impromptu mission away for some time."

"We always stick together." John, who sometimes motions himself as the leader, replied. "We're practically family."

"In some ways." Christian adds, knowing either Eve or Adam was taking John's comment to target the other.

The five of them were an unstoppable team, at least so in their mind. They were all recruited together for partially the same reasons. Christian Reso, Eve Torres, Adam Copeland, John Cena, and Layla El were ambiguously one of the most dominant alliances. Being younger and prone to being more naive, they were still prone to complete their tasks well and successfully.

"Well, there seems to be another war brewing." Paul explained thoroughly. "And not one we've ever witnessed or entered before."

"What kind of war?" The usually quiet and shy Layla questioned.

"A war that requires the same unit of energy as last time...one girl."

"A girl? Why does it always have to be a girl?" Queried John.

"That beats me as well, but there is no way to clarify at this point in time. But at this moment, we know that Mark has risen again, and this time, he has every mean to unleash hell on earth for pure dominance. There will be a lot at stake with this."

"What do you want us to do?" Adam pipes up.

"We know that Mark has always had a brilliant team, one that has always done it's job fully and dangerously. We're going to need some very complex training and learning in order to prepare. We don't have much time, but we have to be as prepared as ever. I have new trainers and everything. I even have my old pal coming in from across the country just to keep things smooth as possible."

"Uncle Shawn?" Christian beams excitedly.

"Yes, Shawn shall be here within the next few days. But for now, carry on with your daily routine and I'll see you bright and early in the morning to begin."

Paul smiles at the quintet and dismisses them eagerly. The group is satisfied knowing that another is coming along to help, but they also feel a little worried about this war coming and not knowing if they'll be able to fully achieve what seems to be the impossible.

"So, that means that team of assholes are coming back again?" John rolls his eyes, "I thought we disbanded them a year ago when we defeated them."

"Yeah, I did too. But it seems like with Mark successfully risen, they have more power and they have vengeance." Christian explains.

"And I'm guessing they wanted the same thing as they did last time. They want one girl to contribute as an energy source to take over. Pretty dumb if they're trying old, defeated ideas." Added Eve.

"Why are they doing the same thing over again? Unless they have a new idea and a new way of doing it." Adam agrees.

"Well, that leaves us with one more question; who is the girl?"


Tiffany can hear her mother coming towards her door. She doesn't want to talk or have a lecture about her mother's social life, or whatever the hell she is going to try and put in front as a way to avoid the inevitable. It has been approximately two months since the announcement of the divorce and Tiffany can't help but feel a little offended that her mother went back on her word. That is unlikely of the woman she once knew to be completely loyal and honest with her.

"Tiff? Are you still mad?"

"What do you think?" She replied bitterly.

The door knob opens and reveals her mother with a mug of tea inside. She hands it to the blonde who takes it, only because she loves the smell and taste, and not because she wants to hear anything her mother has to say.

"Maybe I should explain something to you." Her mother suggests.

"I feel like even if you did, it wouldn't be true." Tiffany responds. "For the last two months, it's really becoming an issue for me to trust you."

"And how so?"

"Well, for one, you told me the divorce was based off of finances. That you felt suffocated and compacted with nothing and nowhere to go. I knew you lied because your job at the firm was good enough money and I saw last month's bills. With Dad gone, it was even less. It was definitely something for you to afford."

"And what else?"

"You also told me that we would be moving into another house, you never said it would be in another state, in a town that's probably not even on the map."

"Wellington Hills is on the map." Sarah defended. "But go on."

"And lastly, you told me that you couldn't even look at another guy romantically because you still loved Dad and for you, everything associated with love is difficult for you."

Her mother sighs and rubs she middle of her back softly. "I know I haven't been exactly honest with you."

"You're telling me. But you actually thought I believed you. You're pretty much Pinocchio when you tell a lie."

"But there's a lot that you can't grasp and understand right now." She clarifies, moving her hand to the top of Tiffany's head.

"I'm almost seventeen years old. I think there's a lot more that I can grasp and understand than you think."

"Well, just trust me on this one thing. You'll know when it's time."

Her mother kisses her head tenderly and saunters to the door and looks back one last time. "How about after school tomorrow, we go out and do some shopping. The best form of relieving frustration and stress. What do you say?"

She nods with a smile, "Sure."

Her mother walks out and leaves the younger girl alone to her thoughts. It soon becomes a worry when she comes to the realization that she'll have her first day at her new school. It came as a scary and horrendous thought and she doesn't know if she'll make it through with any confidence. That was a challenge she was unwilling to accept.


Coming Up:

"I feel it is absolutely necessary...And just looking at them provokes me."

"You're very pretty...If only your outfit benefited that."

"Some things that aren't so helpful in our hands."

"You're right...Then I just won't talk to you at all then."