"Come on Roxxi…Damn it!" I growl, the door crashing open. "1, 2, 3!" the ref screams, my character getting pinned. "SHIT!" I toss the controller down glaring at my father.
"Damn you! I was on a roll." I growl restarting the match, viciously attacking Angelina as Roxxi. He looks at me wearily sitting down.
"How long have you been playing video games?" he asks. I shrug smashing countless button combinations on the controller. "What day is it?" he asks, like I'm some crash victim.
He sighs looking around my apartment when I don't reply. "It's exactly 8 o'clock dad, so cool it." I mutter, still playing.
"It's been….50 hours, give or take a couple minutes that I've been playing video games." He groans turning off the game system. "HEY!" I scream glaring at him "I was playing that."
"Beth, you need to get some sleep…..or at least eat." I roll my eyes at him walking into the kitchen. "I've had about seven hours of sleep and have eaten and taken showers. I'm perfectly fine."
"Have you been playing TNA the whole time?" he asks, making me snort as I get out some breakfast. "Hell no, I've played Silent Hill, Soul Calibur, Mortal Kombat, Guitar Hero World Tour, and then TNA."
He shakes his head at me while I eat. "The Pay-Per-View is tonight." Uh duh Dad…..I'm not stupid….I nod anyways saying "Yea I know. I'll probably watch it on the big screen here. Eat some popcorn."
He shakes his head "No, I want you in my lockerroom, watching it with me." I raise an eyebrow at him, munching on some cereal.
"You're going to do fine, or are you planning on something going wrong?" I ask, looking at him. He shrugs, "I'm just covering all the bases."
I nod, setting my bowl in the sink, "Yea…you do that. I'm gonna go get dressed." He smiles replying "Good, I'm taking you out anyway."
"Yes sir." I say saluting him. "Where are you taking me anyway?" I ask, hands on my hips in between the door. "You'll see." He says, making me roll my eyes.
"Thank you for buying me some new clothes Dad." I whisper, walking down the hall with him. Tara walks by, stopping me to ask a question. "Can I borrow you're pet? I'm gonna play a game on the Beautiful People."
I shrug replying "Sure babe, don't hurt her though. You know I'll do anything for you." She smiles hugging me before going on her way.
"Do I even want to know?" Sting asks as we walk into his room. I shake my head at him "No you don't. Trust me." I sigh watching the introductions for the Monster Ball. Good luck Taylor, you're going to need it.
"So….Hellizabeth, why did you pick out that outfit?" He asks me as I laugh. "I like this style dad, it's different. Say it with me, Gothic Lolita"
He rolls his eyes saying "It's weird, that's what it is." I shake my head at him watching the match. "Taylor doesn't stand a fighting chance against Daffney when she's in this type of match." I mumble as Abyss and Raven attack each other.
"You need to worry about yourself, that's what you need to do. You don't have that many allies right now. I mean, Tara is one hell of a fighter, but you need more than that." He tells me, watching my reaction.
"Dad, I can take care of myself. The Beautiful People are no match for me, and Kong has no reason to attack me. Besides Daffney seemed to want to recruit me for her gang of misfits, so I'm fine." I reply, crossing my arms.
He shakes his head at me saying "No, you still need to be careful. I have a feeling that Main Event is planning something bad. If they find out about you, they might try to hurt you to get to me."
I mumble "I understand" as Daffney lays out Taylor with a couple chair shots to the back. It would seem Kurt Angle still has something up his sleeve. I wince as Daffney power bombs Taylor into the thumbtacks, her and Raven winning.
"We'll just have to see what Kurt's planning." I tell him as he gets ready for his King of the Mountain match, the television displaying Abyss and Taylor in a pool of blood, carnage and destruction around them.
Richards smiles approvingly. "Good work guys. You did great." Daffney looks positively livid as the EMT starts pulling glass and thumbtacks out of her body. "This has just begun. I'm going to murder her."
"I don't think this" I hold out my bloody hands, the gash on my face spewing blood, "is what we had in mind." I hear chuckling behind me, I turn to find Hellizabeth in he doorway. "That looks like it hurts Daffney. But then again, I'm sure you enjoy it."
Daffney beckons her into the room replying "I like you, you think like I do. What's your name?" "Hellizabeth." I answer, looking at her. "Isn't that right?" She nods and shoves the EMT to the side, sitting behind Daffney. "I'll do this, why don't you go sew him up." She growls. She smiles pulling on a pair of gloves, "Now, I can make it hurt, or I can make it painless. What do you want?" She shrugs and they continue talking. The EMT begrudgingly walks over to stitch me up.
"So, Daff, do tell me. Are you enjoying your current situation with Taylor?" Hellizabeth asks, pulling out thumbtacks. "Hell yea I am. I enjoy the pain I've been causing her." She replies smirking. Hellizabeth chuckles and they talk some more, becoming friends.
I shake my head slightly knowing this is not going to end well. My two friends are getting along, even becoming friends. What happens when they both find out they have feelings for me? The EMT finishes, giving me a look like I'm crazy. I don't like this at all. One could end up hating me and the other could end up with me. This. Is. Not. Good.
"Ummm heeelllllooooooo Raven. You seem to be a zillion miles away." Hellizabeth's words send me back to reality. I blink, looking over at her. "I'm good, sorry. Are you almost done?" I see a growing pile of thumbtacks, wondering how many are left. "She's almost done, aren't you Hellizabeth?" Daffney asks, glancing over her shoulder.
"I told you I was fast." She says smirking, both of them laughing a bit, sharing an inside joke. "Well hurry oh Mistress Of Pain, I can handle a lot, but this is past the point of pleasure and straight into "I want to be done with this!" Daffney requests, Hellizabeth just nods and pulls them out faster, her hand moving with the precision of an expert.
"Where did you become so medical savvy?" Richards finally chimes in, trying to size her up. "My friends and I are idiots." Is her simple reply, pulling a photograph off her person and handing it to him. He examines it and chuckles. "No offense, but this can't be you." He says, making her snarl.
She laughs surpassingly before pulling up her skirt, a gruesome scar on her upper right thigh. She points to the girl in the middle of the picture, her legs showing, a bandage wrapped around the same thigh. I grab the photo from him and look at him.
"What kind of friends do you have?" I implore, shocked at what I see. They all have multiple cuts and scrapes, some looking really deep. " "Lil Monster? It fits you well." Daffney says, adding a comment about her shirt. "It was my nickname when I was little. A good friend gave it to me and it stuck. "
She sighs, pushing away from Daffney apparently finished. "You had….one thousand, two hundred and fifty metal thumbtacks stuck your body Daffney." Hellizabeth announces, popping her fingers. "Nice Daff." I say, as Daffney smiles. "I couldn't even feel half of them come out."
Hellizabeth shrugs. "When everyone seems to hurt themselves seriously almost daily, you either rack up an enormous hospital bill, or fix it yourself." She points to a rather large scar running down the left side of her chest explaining that "I practiced on myself before I did anyone else. I was the one with the steady hands."
Richards nods asking "I wonder what else you can do." She arches an eyebrow, leaning over toward him replying seductively "I can do all sorts of things." Her and Daffney burst into fits of laughter, leaning against each other. "I'm sure you can my dear." Richards replies, still not deterred.
"Richards, you of all people should absorb this. This woman could probably put you flat on your back in five seconds." I growl at him, utterly fed up with his shit. "I could" she says nodding slightly, her eyes not leaving mine. "In many different ways, with many different endings…..like whether you live or not." She adds, a sinister look in her eyes.
I could never tell her mood until she spoke it. She's a complete and utter mystery. She could be laughing and the loudest one there, the life of the party, but feel utterly alone and want to cry. You wouldn't know though, she'd never let someone know she had weaknesses. She never wanted anyone to see her cry, to know was hurting. Her poker face is on all the time, to everyone. Especially me now.
