TITLE: Fear
AUTHOR: Jessikah a.k.a. LadyDreamer a.k.a. spiceysharice02 (lol)
EMAIL: spiceysharice02@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Anyone here recognizable does not belong to me.
CONTENT: Violence, some swearing, and romance.
RATING: Um, I'll make it R just to be safe.
SUMMARY: Victoria finds herself in a jam.
AUTHOR"S NOTES: No roster split! This concurs to no actual
events.everything is made up. I am only using stage names..and this may
not concur to actual real life events, but hey.that's the reason this is
called fanFICTION!
The show was over. The locker rooms were emptying, and the arena was becoming mute. Victoria unlaced her wrestling boots, and went to unzip the zipper in the back of her cat suit. She almost had it when someone else pulled it down for her,
"What the hell do you think-"
"Calm down Victoria, it's only me."
"Trish, I was about to kill you, don't sneak up on me like that.."
"Yea, well, I was just trying to help."
Victoria watched as Trish walked into the shower room. Victoria dressed, grabbed her bag, and left the room. She walked down the long corridor and into the parking lot. It was almost deserted. She went to unlock her car when a hand snaked around her waist. Snapping around, she found herself face to barrel with a semi automatic weapon.
"Get in the car."
She did as she was told. He threw her his keys. Her assailant got in on the other side and pointed the gun at her temple. He spoke slowly and elaborately:
"Go to the Lincoln Park, six blocks from here, and park the car."
After the three-minute drive, they sat in the car; Victoria waited for his instructions.
"Get out of the car, slowly, and go to the trunk."
Once there, the attacker said two words,
"Bend over."
Victoria was expecting the worse. She bent over, and waited. She expected rough hands, pulling down her pants, but instead she felt her hands being binded behind her back. He pulled her to the car, and threw her in the passenger seat. He removed his mask and started the car. They drove for twenty minutes, all the while, Victoria was scared senseless. She couldn't do anything with the gun on her thigh. She wanted to cry. He had taken off his mask, was he going to kill her? She began to look at his features, in case she escaped, and the police needed his description. He was.. handsome. He had hazel eyes, a slender nose, and an attractive smile. He had long sideburns, and ear length blonde hair. He stopped at a red light and looked at her. He slammed her head against the dashboard.
"Don't look at me! I should have put you in the trunk like I was supposed to."
She couldn't put her hand to her head, so she simply waited for the pain to pass. She tempted a question,
"S-Supposed to?"
He again slammed her head against the dashboard.
"That's it, your going in the trunk."
He pulled over, and roughly dragged her to the trunk. He picked her up, and dropped her inside. He slammed the trunk door shut and she felt the door shut and the tires move. She hated the dark.
One hour later.
She was violently pulled from the trunk and pushed into a house. He locked the door behind her and forced her into a room. Another man sat in a chair, looking out of the window. He turned to her and began to speak,
"I believe you have something I want."
"No I don't.I don't know what your talking about."
"Don't lie to me Victoria. You can't lie when it is right around your neck."
He pulled her necklace from her neck and called in "Bryan."
Bryan picked her up and dropped her in another room. He took off his belt and began to hit her with it. With each blow, he said a word.
"You-Will-Not-Tell-Anyone-About-This!"
She was sore, and crying. Her eyes closed and she was again enveloped in darkness.
She was moving again. Her face really hurt, and her back felt like it was broken. She was really starting to be afraid of the dark. The car abruptly stopped, and she was picked up, and dropped to the floor. She was back in the parking lot. She couldn't move. Footsteps became louder in her ears, and a hand came to her neck. She screamed,
"Please don't!"
"It's okay. Its just me Victoria."
She knew that voice. It belonged to Jeff Hardy.
A/N: Hey! I brought Jeff back I had to do it. I decided to make this a mystery. Be back soon with more!
The show was over. The locker rooms were emptying, and the arena was becoming mute. Victoria unlaced her wrestling boots, and went to unzip the zipper in the back of her cat suit. She almost had it when someone else pulled it down for her,
"What the hell do you think-"
"Calm down Victoria, it's only me."
"Trish, I was about to kill you, don't sneak up on me like that.."
"Yea, well, I was just trying to help."
Victoria watched as Trish walked into the shower room. Victoria dressed, grabbed her bag, and left the room. She walked down the long corridor and into the parking lot. It was almost deserted. She went to unlock her car when a hand snaked around her waist. Snapping around, she found herself face to barrel with a semi automatic weapon.
"Get in the car."
She did as she was told. He threw her his keys. Her assailant got in on the other side and pointed the gun at her temple. He spoke slowly and elaborately:
"Go to the Lincoln Park, six blocks from here, and park the car."
After the three-minute drive, they sat in the car; Victoria waited for his instructions.
"Get out of the car, slowly, and go to the trunk."
Once there, the attacker said two words,
"Bend over."
Victoria was expecting the worse. She bent over, and waited. She expected rough hands, pulling down her pants, but instead she felt her hands being binded behind her back. He pulled her to the car, and threw her in the passenger seat. He removed his mask and started the car. They drove for twenty minutes, all the while, Victoria was scared senseless. She couldn't do anything with the gun on her thigh. She wanted to cry. He had taken off his mask, was he going to kill her? She began to look at his features, in case she escaped, and the police needed his description. He was.. handsome. He had hazel eyes, a slender nose, and an attractive smile. He had long sideburns, and ear length blonde hair. He stopped at a red light and looked at her. He slammed her head against the dashboard.
"Don't look at me! I should have put you in the trunk like I was supposed to."
She couldn't put her hand to her head, so she simply waited for the pain to pass. She tempted a question,
"S-Supposed to?"
He again slammed her head against the dashboard.
"That's it, your going in the trunk."
He pulled over, and roughly dragged her to the trunk. He picked her up, and dropped her inside. He slammed the trunk door shut and she felt the door shut and the tires move. She hated the dark.
One hour later.
She was violently pulled from the trunk and pushed into a house. He locked the door behind her and forced her into a room. Another man sat in a chair, looking out of the window. He turned to her and began to speak,
"I believe you have something I want."
"No I don't.I don't know what your talking about."
"Don't lie to me Victoria. You can't lie when it is right around your neck."
He pulled her necklace from her neck and called in "Bryan."
Bryan picked her up and dropped her in another room. He took off his belt and began to hit her with it. With each blow, he said a word.
"You-Will-Not-Tell-Anyone-About-This!"
She was sore, and crying. Her eyes closed and she was again enveloped in darkness.
She was moving again. Her face really hurt, and her back felt like it was broken. She was really starting to be afraid of the dark. The car abruptly stopped, and she was picked up, and dropped to the floor. She was back in the parking lot. She couldn't move. Footsteps became louder in her ears, and a hand came to her neck. She screamed,
"Please don't!"
"It's okay. Its just me Victoria."
She knew that voice. It belonged to Jeff Hardy.
A/N: Hey! I brought Jeff back I had to do it. I decided to make this a mystery. Be back soon with more!