Broken Wing Prologue

By BSPunk

Rating - R for violence and explicit language

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Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from the WWE or the WWE itself (they belong to vince). I do, however, own any original character involved in this story. Please don't sue.

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"Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile."

-Albert Einstein

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Prologue

Cameron, North Carolina

1995

Twelve year old Alyssa Marie Hardy stood at the sink, her hands submerged in hot soapy water as she quietly washed the dishes. Long tendrils of blondish hair fell into her yellow-green eyes, causing her to puff them away in annoyance. It was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on the glass in her hands, even with her back turned toward the open window. No matter how hard she tried to tune them out, she could still hear her older brothers wrestling around on the trampoline outside.

Any other day it wouldn't of bothered her, but today was different. She was doing their chores for the third time that week, because of a lost bet. One would think she would of learn, she just couldn't beat Matt or Jeff in a wrestling match. That Hardy pride of her's though, just could not say no.

She had moved to the last dish when she stopped, something was off. She couldn't hear her brothers anymore. To any normal person, quiet Hardy's were a blessing. To the Hardy siblings though, it was almost always a sign for trouble. For a few moments she stood in her spot, back unnaturally straight. Her ears strained for any sign of life outside the window. Suddenly she could hear voices, there were more than the familiar two.

Quickly discarding her chores, Alyssa attempted to walk at a somewhat calm pace toward the door, as to not alarm her sleeping father. As soon as she made it outside her nerves began to race, and it became increasingly difficult to breath at a normal rate. it had become her own special sixth sense, whenever a Hardy was in trouble, she knew. Sometimes though, she honestly wished she could of been wrong for once.

She ran through the forest between the house and the ring, the arguing voices steadily growing. As she grew closer, she forced herself to slow down and hide behind a tree. From her hiding spot all she could see were the backs of a few older boys, and the limp form of an unconscious Matt.

"You cheated that last match, Jeff." That voice, she remembered it. Jarrod. She knew he had always been a sore loser, but never before had he gone to this extreme. There had been occasions where he would start fights with Shannon or her brothers, but this? Her mind just didn't want to believe it.

"I didn't cheat! That match was fair an' square Jarhead... you're jus' bein' so--" Before he could finish one of Jarrod's friends kicked him in the midsection, forcing a grunt to escape from his throat.

Alyssa couldn't take anymore. In a panic, she picked up the nearest object she could find and chucked it as hard as she could, pegging Jarrod in the back. That little movement had earned the poor girl the groups undivided attention, and for a moment she contemplated running. Steeling her nerve, she dared to glare straight at the towering figure of Jarrod. "L... leave my brothers alone, J... Jarrod!" Her voice shook, almost destroying her tough kid facade. In an attempt to regain her nerves, Alyssa averted her eyes to Jeff, only to wince at the sight of his beaten body and the fear in his eyes.

"Well well well, if it ain't the little runt herself." It took everything in her power to keep from flinching away from the deep acidic tone that was Jarrod Gaul's voice. She had to stand her ground, her brothers needed her. She wasn't about to let them down.

With a deep breath, and all of the courage in her system, she was able to take a few steps forward. Her knuckles were white from being clenched so tightly at her sides. Gotta be brave. Tears burned at the back of her eyelids as she repeated the phrase over and over in her head, threatening to spill over. She was scared, not for herself, but for her older brothers.

"You're gonna pay, Jarhead!" Before anyone in the group could process a single thought, she was upon him, weaving a poetic slur of expletives as her fists pounded away at his large frame. Jeff's calls to her went ignored, she wasn't even sure she was the one controlling her movements anymore. No one dared come near enough to pull her away, almost as if they were afraid of the small girl.

Suddenly everything stopped, and Alyssa watched as the now wide-eyed and pale group backed away from both her and Jarrod. She couldn't remember how, but both she and Jarrod were on their feet again, though she was having trouble balancing. Her brother's panicked voice seemed strangely distant to her, and she watched with faded interest as Jarrod and the others fled from sight. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to move her left arm, only to find she couldn't make it budge.

Slowly, she turned her head to see what was wrong, only to find the hilt of a pocket knife glaring back at her, its teeth buried in her collarbone. The world seemed to play in slow motion as the searing pain riveted from one side of her body to the other, causing her legs to give way beneath her, sending her head to meet the lawn.

"Aly!" The panicked voices seemed to be coming from someplace far away, even as Alyssa fought to keep her eyes open. She could taste the familiar metallic liquid on her tongue and tried to spit it out, only succeeding in producing a string of spiddle that slowly slid to the grass below. The smell of blood caused a wave of nausea, for once she was glad she hadn't eaten anything yet that day.

Her vision blurred and the last thing she heard before passing out was two frantic voices at her side, calling out her name.

Tuesday Night 2008 - 13 years later

She played with the frayed hem of her favorite Hardy boys shirt, completely ignorant of the world around her. Concern and an unknown expression akin to sorrow shadowed her usually soft face. With an aggravated sigh she shoved the latest issue of her favorite magazine away from her, the picture of Jeff Hardy seeming to mock her.

"What the fuck happened Jeff?" Alyssa sighed heavily and pushed herself out of the empty tattoo chair. It had been a slow day, made even slower by the storming weather outside. She slowly moved toward the front of the store, watching the small masses of people scatter for cover.

A grunt from the back of the store caught her attention, causing her to jump slightly. Holding her chest she turned around and tried to strike fear in the much larger man. "You scared the shit out of me Tony." His usually innocent grin was the only reply she received, letting her know that her facade hadn't worked.

"You want coffee? I need a break from this place." Before he could answer she had already began to collect her things. Instead of wasting his breath on a clearly distracted her he simply shrugged. That shrug was all it took to inform her that he wanted a black coffee. In the almost four years they had worked together in Hazard Ink, she had learned to create complete sentences just from his simple bodily movements. With a wave of her hand she was gone, leaving Tony with the opened magazine.

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A/N: I'm sorry if it isn't that great. It's been awhile since I've actually sat down and thought about a story. I am completely open to creative criticism. If you enjoyed it, thank you!

P.S.: You're welcome Kiraa!