Title: Eye for an Eye
Author: Undertaker's Diva -and- Hunter's Goddess (formally Miss Calysto)
Rating: R
Summary: Never make Raven mad.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Superstars mention. And I blame me writing another dark
fic on ICP yet again. (Juggalette for life!)
_______
This is not happening. I'm lost again. I know where I'm at and I'm still lost. Oh well,
everything always works out. I mean that's what they tell you ever since your a child right?
They pat you on the head and hand you a lollipop and say, "Everything will work out."
Sometimes I wish someone could still hand me a lollipop.
________
He sat in his locker room watching the monitor in front of him. These new wrestlers are all
ego maniacs. They think just because they're on TV they're king of the world. He'd seen
them come and go. All of them. And he knew there were still more out there.
He leaned over and laced up his boots. Once he'd done that he pulled his black T-shirt
over his head and stood up. He walked over to the monitor and silently turned it off. He
walked back over to the bench and picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder.
He walked out into the hall way and took a look around. It was surprisingly empty for a
RAW taping. He didn't really need to be there. He wasn't wrestling tonight. He made his
way down the hall and glanced into the diva's locker room. It was empty except for Trish.
Trish was always nice to him. Kinda.
"Hi Raven." She said sweetly. He didn't plan on stopping and talking but he figured since
she started talking he might as well stay and listen. "Hi Trish." he said rather dryly. She
quickly caught it. "Something wrong?"
What isn't wrong with him. He smiled at that thought. He's so screwed up he scares
himself sometimes. "Nothing's wrong. Just leaving." Trish gave him a puzzled look.
"You're leaving? But RAW just started." Raven nodded. He knew this, he didn't need to
be reminded. "I don't feel like being here." She caught the hint to drop it so she did. She
told him bye and went on about her business, never noticing he was wearing his wrestling
boots.
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Raven continued walking down the hallway until he passed a closed door. he knew who
was on the other side of that door. The Deadman himself. Raven thought about it for a
second and then knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Still nothing.
"He must be out fucking Molly." Raven said to himself. Raven and Molly had been
together for months. Until she started seeing the Undertaker. What the hell did she see in
him any way? Raven decided she must have a bike fetish. That's how he caught the two of
them. In the garage during SmackDown. They were on Taker's bike. Raven shook the
images from his mind. He didn't love Molly, but he still didn't want to be treated like that.
He kept walking down the hall he knew what he wanted to do but he didn't know if he
should or not. Should he ruin his career? Hell, who cared right? The only reason he was in
this business was because it's the only job where you were paid this kind of money for
beating the shit out of people. And you get to be surrounded by sexy bitches all day long.
He smiled at that. He thought Molly was different. Oh well, appearances aren't everything.
_________
"Taker?" Molly asked sweetly from where she was positioned on his lap. "What?" He
asked in his usual couldn't-care-less sort of way. "Let's leave and go somewhere." Taker
raised his eyebrow and stared into Molly's eyes. "Where you want to go?" She smiled
brightly, she'd captured his attention.
"Take me for a ride out in the country." Taker thought about it for a second. He wants to
wrestle tonight, but hell, ass kicking could wait if it meant he was going to get some. "All
right. Go grab a jacket." She squealed from happiness and ran over to grab her jacket off a
chair she'd placed it on earlier. She ran back over to Taker who had gotten up and was
making his way to the door. He held the door open for her and watched as she bounded
out of the room. He couldn't help but smile. She really was something.
_________
Molly was in a state of awe as she stared up at the stars. Taker had brought her to a field
and they were both staring up at the stars. "It's beautiful." She said softly. Undertaker
wouldn't have heard her if the wind hadn't caught her words and brought it to him. "It sure
is."
They'd been there for close to three hours. "Are you ready." He asked her gently. She
nodded and the two made their way back to his bike. On the seat of the bike laid a black
feather. Taker just brushed it off and poor Molly didn't even see it.
_________
That night the superstars were mourning the passing of two of their great stars.
Undertaker and Molly had died in a unusual wreck, Taker's bike had blown a tire. And the
two slide down a mud bank. And somehow the bike caught on fire and exploded killing
the two instantly. Trish was crying she walked down the hallway and noticed Raven's door
was open she peeked into his room and took in what she saw.
There was Raven, sitting on the bench with his feet kicked up on a chair. he was eating a
lollipop. She blinked with disbelief, why would he of all people be eating a lollipop. Then
she reasoned it must be a weird form of grief.
Raven knew she was standing there. He waited until she left and then he kicked his muddy
boots onto the floor.
Author: Undertaker's Diva -and- Hunter's Goddess (formally Miss Calysto)
Rating: R
Summary: Never make Raven mad.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Superstars mention. And I blame me writing another dark
fic on ICP yet again. (Juggalette for life!)
_______
This is not happening. I'm lost again. I know where I'm at and I'm still lost. Oh well,
everything always works out. I mean that's what they tell you ever since your a child right?
They pat you on the head and hand you a lollipop and say, "Everything will work out."
Sometimes I wish someone could still hand me a lollipop.
________
He sat in his locker room watching the monitor in front of him. These new wrestlers are all
ego maniacs. They think just because they're on TV they're king of the world. He'd seen
them come and go. All of them. And he knew there were still more out there.
He leaned over and laced up his boots. Once he'd done that he pulled his black T-shirt
over his head and stood up. He walked over to the monitor and silently turned it off. He
walked back over to the bench and picked up his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder.
He walked out into the hall way and took a look around. It was surprisingly empty for a
RAW taping. He didn't really need to be there. He wasn't wrestling tonight. He made his
way down the hall and glanced into the diva's locker room. It was empty except for Trish.
Trish was always nice to him. Kinda.
"Hi Raven." She said sweetly. He didn't plan on stopping and talking but he figured since
she started talking he might as well stay and listen. "Hi Trish." he said rather dryly. She
quickly caught it. "Something wrong?"
What isn't wrong with him. He smiled at that thought. He's so screwed up he scares
himself sometimes. "Nothing's wrong. Just leaving." Trish gave him a puzzled look.
"You're leaving? But RAW just started." Raven nodded. He knew this, he didn't need to
be reminded. "I don't feel like being here." She caught the hint to drop it so she did. She
told him bye and went on about her business, never noticing he was wearing his wrestling
boots.
________
Raven continued walking down the hallway until he passed a closed door. he knew who
was on the other side of that door. The Deadman himself. Raven thought about it for a
second and then knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Still nothing.
"He must be out fucking Molly." Raven said to himself. Raven and Molly had been
together for months. Until she started seeing the Undertaker. What the hell did she see in
him any way? Raven decided she must have a bike fetish. That's how he caught the two of
them. In the garage during SmackDown. They were on Taker's bike. Raven shook the
images from his mind. He didn't love Molly, but he still didn't want to be treated like that.
He kept walking down the hall he knew what he wanted to do but he didn't know if he
should or not. Should he ruin his career? Hell, who cared right? The only reason he was in
this business was because it's the only job where you were paid this kind of money for
beating the shit out of people. And you get to be surrounded by sexy bitches all day long.
He smiled at that. He thought Molly was different. Oh well, appearances aren't everything.
_________
"Taker?" Molly asked sweetly from where she was positioned on his lap. "What?" He
asked in his usual couldn't-care-less sort of way. "Let's leave and go somewhere." Taker
raised his eyebrow and stared into Molly's eyes. "Where you want to go?" She smiled
brightly, she'd captured his attention.
"Take me for a ride out in the country." Taker thought about it for a second. He wants to
wrestle tonight, but hell, ass kicking could wait if it meant he was going to get some. "All
right. Go grab a jacket." She squealed from happiness and ran over to grab her jacket off a
chair she'd placed it on earlier. She ran back over to Taker who had gotten up and was
making his way to the door. He held the door open for her and watched as she bounded
out of the room. He couldn't help but smile. She really was something.
_________
Molly was in a state of awe as she stared up at the stars. Taker had brought her to a field
and they were both staring up at the stars. "It's beautiful." She said softly. Undertaker
wouldn't have heard her if the wind hadn't caught her words and brought it to him. "It sure
is."
They'd been there for close to three hours. "Are you ready." He asked her gently. She
nodded and the two made their way back to his bike. On the seat of the bike laid a black
feather. Taker just brushed it off and poor Molly didn't even see it.
_________
That night the superstars were mourning the passing of two of their great stars.
Undertaker and Molly had died in a unusual wreck, Taker's bike had blown a tire. And the
two slide down a mud bank. And somehow the bike caught on fire and exploded killing
the two instantly. Trish was crying she walked down the hallway and noticed Raven's door
was open she peeked into his room and took in what she saw.
There was Raven, sitting on the bench with his feet kicked up on a chair. he was eating a
lollipop. She blinked with disbelief, why would he of all people be eating a lollipop. Then
she reasoned it must be a weird form of grief.
Raven knew she was standing there. He waited until she left and then he kicked his muddy
boots onto the floor.