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The crowd roared as several superstars appeared at the front of the arena and began walking towards the entrance. Jeff was one of them. His match was mid-card so he could afford to spend time with the fans, he didn't mind – it would probably make their day and that made him feel that he was giving back something as a thank you for their unwavering support. Behind him, he heard the cheers of the crowd as another of his co-workers did the fan run.
Knowing he had to prepare for his match and find Matt and Amy, he hurriedly ducked into the arena, signing in with security and collecting his superstar pass.
He thought about something that had been nagging at him since talking to Tom the night before, this girl had fooled Tom and he saw Amy at every show, knew her very well and didn't notice any difference, she was evidently serious and very very good.
As he walked through the corridors, trying to find Matt and Amy through sleep-ridden eyes, a door opened in front of him and Trish appeared, carrying her bag uncomfortably. He called her name softly and when she turned, hurried to her side. "Been to see the boss?"
"Yeah, Vince tried to convince me to take time off to heal mentally and physically but there's no way I could, not now, they're minor injuries anyhow, besides, he reckons he can fit the whole incident into my angle with Jazz, give her more heel heat and me more sympathy"
As she shifted her shoulder strap, Jeff noticed a deep slash of a cut on her hand, bright red that was startling against her pale skin. She saw his glance and sighed, "Ok, I know I'm hurt, it's not serious and I'm trying not to think about it"
"You know we don't think it's Amy?"
Trish stopped and looked at Jeff square in the eyes "I don't want it to be her, I do know something was very wrong which made me question her and then.." Trish pulled black jumper down to reveal the top of her scar "well this happened, I know what I saw"
"So did Matt when he was so convinced it was Amy he kissed her!"
Trish looked at him incredulously "Are you trying to say Amy has a double walking around backstage? Get real Jeff, this ain't some teen horror movie!" She began walking away again quickly.
"You're talking to a guy with green hair Trish" he hurried after her "Hey, I didn't believe Matt 'til Nora rushed in saying she'd seen Amy a few seconds ago when Matt and I had been sitting with her, come on, help me find the others and I'll tell you all what I found out last night"
* * *
She watched Mark turn his bike off, call a crewmember over to take care of it and meander inside. Out of sight, never out of mind. "Remember that Mark, just like me" she breathed.
Yesterday, yesterday. It had been a welcome change to be able to prove what she could do, that was a mere taste of when a victim was out cold. Being Amy was a useful hobby, by the time they'd untangled their confusion, she'd disappeared, having had her fun. She watched the guy sit on the bike and radio to someone inside, she could hear him clearly across the vacant car lot.
"Taker's gone in, I'll bring the bike in a few minutes, all's quiet out here"
He didn't have to report back for at least another half hour, now was the time to strike. She strolled out towards him, her breath coming out in soft clouds due to the cold snap of the winter air she brought with her.
He turned a searching stare towards her. "Amy, shouldn't you be inside preparing for your match?"
"Ah, the details are all ready, just gotta wait for my call" she leaned against the bike, smiling in anticipation; she knew what this baby could do. Now was the time. She felt for the smooth cold feel of the necklace and pulled it out so he could see it clearly. "Remember this?"
The man looked confused, reached out for it with one hand as if to examine it closely. "No, should I?" It happened so fast, he could hardly remember it afterwards. His hand closed around the necklace and with sudden and unprecedented strength, she pulled him up over her head so that he flew over the bike and landed on the concrete, his head making a sickening thud. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was "Remember the necklace, but not me"
She dusted her hands off, laughing at the clichéd action. She turned, pulling a tan weathered leather bag out of the shadows of the pillar. Inside, several indistinguishable metal shapes gleamed. She didn't want to hurt the bike, she loved its cosmic beauty but so did Mark and that made all the difference.
* * *
Jeff pushed the door open with the MEDICS sign on and smiled at who was inside. "C'mon Trish, they're in here" He let her go in first and then closed the door behind himself.
Matt sat beside Amy on one of the already make shift beds, holding her hand in his and talking to her quietly. She had a distant troubled look on her tired face, bags were visible under her eyes, and she looked strangely uneasy in her loose baggy blue combat trousers and white tank top. She looked even more troubled when Trish eased herself onto a wooden chair opposite her.
"Trish, I don't know what to say, how to convince you that it wasn't me who attacked you yesterday, I would never do something like that to anyone let alone a friend like you, Matt and Jeff were both with me when it happened, I swear" Amy's voice became desperate. Matt squeezed her hand gently; it had evidently been a stressful night.
Trish tried to shrug it off, wincing at the pain of her scar. "Look, I don't want to think it was you, I just know I saw you, or according to Jeff, someone who looked very much like you, I'd like to think you wouldn't do something like that, I just need to be convinced, ok?"
Amy's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Jeff decided now was the time to tell what he had found out. "I talked to Tom last night about what happened when he saw her"
All three turned to look at him and Amy, glad the guilt ridden spotlight wasn't on her anymore, leaned into Matt exhaustedly.
"He said that Amy came to him backstage, saying she was doing a run in, he checks his notes, she isn't there but somehow she gets out there, burns Mark and gets away, well we know she gets backstage where she ran into Matt, but Tom, like Trish can't remember"
Trish sighed loudly, fingering a strand of her icy blonde hair.
"I really wish I could remember, it's weird, when I try to remember, it's like a block comes down and stops me like I'm being prevented from seeing something" she turned back to Jeff, apologetic for interrupting him. "I reckon she's after Mark, after all it's who she went after first right? She's just using her face to get backstage and past security, unfortunately, it's costing Amy people's trust"
Almost as if he'd heard his name, the door banged open and Mark strode in. He observed the room silently, Amy tired but looking increasingly bright- eyed leaning against Matt who had an arm protectively around her, Trish sat opposite them with a painful grimace on her face and Jeff leaning languidly against a wall.
"How you feeling? You sure you should be working?" He addressed his question at both the divas.
Trish smiled at his apparent concern. "I'm fine, a little shook up sure but the best cure is to work through it, we're gonna tape a backstage segment of me being beaten down by Jazz to explain the burns, it may elevate my angle"
Amy pulled herself up slightly to focus on Mark as she spoke.
"I can't have surgery on my neck for a few weeks so I'm gonna valet for a while, just to keep my presence here you know?"
Mark nodded and decided to elaborate on his presence in the room.
"I don't like mixing my family with the business, Sara may have briefly been a diva and hangs out backstage but I don't like my family becoming an issue, the fact is that it is now and I can't ignore that, because you all are involved I'm telling you but it ain't passing this room, ok? That girl, the one that looks so like Amy? She's my sister, we have a history that we haven't resolved and need to, she isn't all there, there's pieces missing and I don't just mean mentally, the only reason she's here is me" he jerked a thumb to his chest "so I'm telling you guys, you know anything, tell me, I need to track her down and get her outta the business and out of my way, which is what she's trying to do to me, don't try and take her on yourself, it ain't healthy"
Trish cleared her throat and leaned forward. "I remember talking to her about my match, her match, her neck injury, then she tried to put a necklace on but dropped it so I clasped it for her, then
I don't remember, that last thing I do remember is her green eyes glaring at me and this feeling of complete shock and horror"
"Necklace? What necklace?" Mark was alert to this detail.
"Umm, lets see, silver chain with these stones, black I think, flat, polished, unusual"
Mark nodded, not willing to tell them the significance of this yet.
"I saw her backstage just after she did the run in, we talked about her neck, she went to go but I held her back and must have said something because I don't remember, next thing I know, I'm talking to Jeff, she must have been good because I was so convinced it was Amy, I kissed her" Amy stiffened visibly at this, it was still a sore spot with her.
Mark rubbed his goatee thoughtfully. "Thanks, I'm sorry if you get hurt by any of this Amy, I'm trying to stop her but she's like a shadow, one minute she's there and then, she's slipped away, leaving so many people confused and wondering if it was her, I always have" With that, he disappeared from the room as suddenly as he entered it.
* * *
His bike glimmered mysteriously in the thick almost blackness of the backstage area. Mark trailed a finger along it lovingly, it was more than a gimmick to him, it was a smooth ride and the best way to get to the ring.
Brad, one of the assistants stood reading a clipboard with a tiny torch, listening intently to his headset. Mark had a few minutes till show time. He knelt beside the bike to give it a brief once over. He patted the engine. Something was wrong. The engine was there; parts were missing around it, just empty spaces in the dark.
"Brad, lend us your torch"
The assistant nodded, handing it to him. Mark inspected the underneath carefully, it was a professional job, not some hapless fan looking for a piece of genuine memorabilia, there were no stray wires, just spaces. She had taken the break parts out, and parts of the steering too, if he hadn't checked his engine, who knows what would have happened? He might have careered down the ramp unable to stop, maybe even into the crowd, not only injuring and perhaps killing himself but also some of the audience. He circled the bike, shining the light into every crevice to check everything else was where it should be.
On a piece of shiny chrome at the back, was clearly printed in deep pink lipstick letters "...AND SEE".
Brad materialized at his side, ghostly quiet. "You're on in a few minutes"
Mark handed the torch back and spoke softly "I can't use the bike tonight, if front office ask, there was a fault with the engine, get it loaded for the next show"
Brad nodded, wisely deciding not to say anything. As Mark stood there waiting for his cue, something fell into his hand. As he held it close to his eye to identify it in the almost no light, he realized it was a small stone, a flat black polished stone. He looked up at the lighting rig above him, the perfect place for her to hide, a lighter flared as it had done when she'd appeared in the ring with him, he saw a whisper of dark red hair, green eyes laughing and a glimpse of black leather, then, nothing. He
Heard nothing, yet he sensed she'd disappeared. As the familiar opening of "Rollin" sounded, he squared his shoulders and strode out, determined to use his inner fury on focusing in the ring and leave thoughts of his sister backstage, where he would return later.
* * *
It was so much fun, seeing the boiling frustration in Mark's eyes as he gazed up at her through those eyes, so like her own, pale and eerie. Only she's learnt how to hone them to her skill, one-day maybe he would to if he grew up enough to realize he was wasting it.
She swung lazily down from the rig, her black leather coat swishing behind her like a cape, ironically matching the black eye mask she wore again. She knew he would discover the bike's missing parts, they'd grown up together on a diet of oil and engine parts, he'd know if something were wrong. This whole game was highly amusing to her, more than she thought it would.
"I think I'll stay a while" Now, she had someone to meet in the car lot, only they didn't know it. That was the most fun part, the element of surprise. Either way, she would enjoy it, the person she was meeting probably wouldn't, but that was all part of the fun.
Read, enjoy, and review! Let me know what you think, suggestions and comments all welcome. Big thanks to Fallen Angel for her uploading skills and constant encouragement, you the lady! Thanks for the reviews so far, keep them coming.
The crowd roared as several superstars appeared at the front of the arena and began walking towards the entrance. Jeff was one of them. His match was mid-card so he could afford to spend time with the fans, he didn't mind – it would probably make their day and that made him feel that he was giving back something as a thank you for their unwavering support. Behind him, he heard the cheers of the crowd as another of his co-workers did the fan run.
Knowing he had to prepare for his match and find Matt and Amy, he hurriedly ducked into the arena, signing in with security and collecting his superstar pass.
He thought about something that had been nagging at him since talking to Tom the night before, this girl had fooled Tom and he saw Amy at every show, knew her very well and didn't notice any difference, she was evidently serious and very very good.
As he walked through the corridors, trying to find Matt and Amy through sleep-ridden eyes, a door opened in front of him and Trish appeared, carrying her bag uncomfortably. He called her name softly and when she turned, hurried to her side. "Been to see the boss?"
"Yeah, Vince tried to convince me to take time off to heal mentally and physically but there's no way I could, not now, they're minor injuries anyhow, besides, he reckons he can fit the whole incident into my angle with Jazz, give her more heel heat and me more sympathy"
As she shifted her shoulder strap, Jeff noticed a deep slash of a cut on her hand, bright red that was startling against her pale skin. She saw his glance and sighed, "Ok, I know I'm hurt, it's not serious and I'm trying not to think about it"
"You know we don't think it's Amy?"
Trish stopped and looked at Jeff square in the eyes "I don't want it to be her, I do know something was very wrong which made me question her and then.." Trish pulled black jumper down to reveal the top of her scar "well this happened, I know what I saw"
"So did Matt when he was so convinced it was Amy he kissed her!"
Trish looked at him incredulously "Are you trying to say Amy has a double walking around backstage? Get real Jeff, this ain't some teen horror movie!" She began walking away again quickly.
"You're talking to a guy with green hair Trish" he hurried after her "Hey, I didn't believe Matt 'til Nora rushed in saying she'd seen Amy a few seconds ago when Matt and I had been sitting with her, come on, help me find the others and I'll tell you all what I found out last night"
* * *
She watched Mark turn his bike off, call a crewmember over to take care of it and meander inside. Out of sight, never out of mind. "Remember that Mark, just like me" she breathed.
Yesterday, yesterday. It had been a welcome change to be able to prove what she could do, that was a mere taste of when a victim was out cold. Being Amy was a useful hobby, by the time they'd untangled their confusion, she'd disappeared, having had her fun. She watched the guy sit on the bike and radio to someone inside, she could hear him clearly across the vacant car lot.
"Taker's gone in, I'll bring the bike in a few minutes, all's quiet out here"
He didn't have to report back for at least another half hour, now was the time to strike. She strolled out towards him, her breath coming out in soft clouds due to the cold snap of the winter air she brought with her.
He turned a searching stare towards her. "Amy, shouldn't you be inside preparing for your match?"
"Ah, the details are all ready, just gotta wait for my call" she leaned against the bike, smiling in anticipation; she knew what this baby could do. Now was the time. She felt for the smooth cold feel of the necklace and pulled it out so he could see it clearly. "Remember this?"
The man looked confused, reached out for it with one hand as if to examine it closely. "No, should I?" It happened so fast, he could hardly remember it afterwards. His hand closed around the necklace and with sudden and unprecedented strength, she pulled him up over her head so that he flew over the bike and landed on the concrete, his head making a sickening thud. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was "Remember the necklace, but not me"
She dusted her hands off, laughing at the clichéd action. She turned, pulling a tan weathered leather bag out of the shadows of the pillar. Inside, several indistinguishable metal shapes gleamed. She didn't want to hurt the bike, she loved its cosmic beauty but so did Mark and that made all the difference.
* * *
Jeff pushed the door open with the MEDICS sign on and smiled at who was inside. "C'mon Trish, they're in here" He let her go in first and then closed the door behind himself.
Matt sat beside Amy on one of the already make shift beds, holding her hand in his and talking to her quietly. She had a distant troubled look on her tired face, bags were visible under her eyes, and she looked strangely uneasy in her loose baggy blue combat trousers and white tank top. She looked even more troubled when Trish eased herself onto a wooden chair opposite her.
"Trish, I don't know what to say, how to convince you that it wasn't me who attacked you yesterday, I would never do something like that to anyone let alone a friend like you, Matt and Jeff were both with me when it happened, I swear" Amy's voice became desperate. Matt squeezed her hand gently; it had evidently been a stressful night.
Trish tried to shrug it off, wincing at the pain of her scar. "Look, I don't want to think it was you, I just know I saw you, or according to Jeff, someone who looked very much like you, I'd like to think you wouldn't do something like that, I just need to be convinced, ok?"
Amy's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. Jeff decided now was the time to tell what he had found out. "I talked to Tom last night about what happened when he saw her"
All three turned to look at him and Amy, glad the guilt ridden spotlight wasn't on her anymore, leaned into Matt exhaustedly.
"He said that Amy came to him backstage, saying she was doing a run in, he checks his notes, she isn't there but somehow she gets out there, burns Mark and gets away, well we know she gets backstage where she ran into Matt, but Tom, like Trish can't remember"
Trish sighed loudly, fingering a strand of her icy blonde hair.
"I really wish I could remember, it's weird, when I try to remember, it's like a block comes down and stops me like I'm being prevented from seeing something" she turned back to Jeff, apologetic for interrupting him. "I reckon she's after Mark, after all it's who she went after first right? She's just using her face to get backstage and past security, unfortunately, it's costing Amy people's trust"
Almost as if he'd heard his name, the door banged open and Mark strode in. He observed the room silently, Amy tired but looking increasingly bright- eyed leaning against Matt who had an arm protectively around her, Trish sat opposite them with a painful grimace on her face and Jeff leaning languidly against a wall.
"How you feeling? You sure you should be working?" He addressed his question at both the divas.
Trish smiled at his apparent concern. "I'm fine, a little shook up sure but the best cure is to work through it, we're gonna tape a backstage segment of me being beaten down by Jazz to explain the burns, it may elevate my angle"
Amy pulled herself up slightly to focus on Mark as she spoke.
"I can't have surgery on my neck for a few weeks so I'm gonna valet for a while, just to keep my presence here you know?"
Mark nodded and decided to elaborate on his presence in the room.
"I don't like mixing my family with the business, Sara may have briefly been a diva and hangs out backstage but I don't like my family becoming an issue, the fact is that it is now and I can't ignore that, because you all are involved I'm telling you but it ain't passing this room, ok? That girl, the one that looks so like Amy? She's my sister, we have a history that we haven't resolved and need to, she isn't all there, there's pieces missing and I don't just mean mentally, the only reason she's here is me" he jerked a thumb to his chest "so I'm telling you guys, you know anything, tell me, I need to track her down and get her outta the business and out of my way, which is what she's trying to do to me, don't try and take her on yourself, it ain't healthy"
Trish cleared her throat and leaned forward. "I remember talking to her about my match, her match, her neck injury, then she tried to put a necklace on but dropped it so I clasped it for her, then
I don't remember, that last thing I do remember is her green eyes glaring at me and this feeling of complete shock and horror"
"Necklace? What necklace?" Mark was alert to this detail.
"Umm, lets see, silver chain with these stones, black I think, flat, polished, unusual"
Mark nodded, not willing to tell them the significance of this yet.
"I saw her backstage just after she did the run in, we talked about her neck, she went to go but I held her back and must have said something because I don't remember, next thing I know, I'm talking to Jeff, she must have been good because I was so convinced it was Amy, I kissed her" Amy stiffened visibly at this, it was still a sore spot with her.
Mark rubbed his goatee thoughtfully. "Thanks, I'm sorry if you get hurt by any of this Amy, I'm trying to stop her but she's like a shadow, one minute she's there and then, she's slipped away, leaving so many people confused and wondering if it was her, I always have" With that, he disappeared from the room as suddenly as he entered it.
* * *
His bike glimmered mysteriously in the thick almost blackness of the backstage area. Mark trailed a finger along it lovingly, it was more than a gimmick to him, it was a smooth ride and the best way to get to the ring.
Brad, one of the assistants stood reading a clipboard with a tiny torch, listening intently to his headset. Mark had a few minutes till show time. He knelt beside the bike to give it a brief once over. He patted the engine. Something was wrong. The engine was there; parts were missing around it, just empty spaces in the dark.
"Brad, lend us your torch"
The assistant nodded, handing it to him. Mark inspected the underneath carefully, it was a professional job, not some hapless fan looking for a piece of genuine memorabilia, there were no stray wires, just spaces. She had taken the break parts out, and parts of the steering too, if he hadn't checked his engine, who knows what would have happened? He might have careered down the ramp unable to stop, maybe even into the crowd, not only injuring and perhaps killing himself but also some of the audience. He circled the bike, shining the light into every crevice to check everything else was where it should be.
On a piece of shiny chrome at the back, was clearly printed in deep pink lipstick letters "...AND SEE".
Brad materialized at his side, ghostly quiet. "You're on in a few minutes"
Mark handed the torch back and spoke softly "I can't use the bike tonight, if front office ask, there was a fault with the engine, get it loaded for the next show"
Brad nodded, wisely deciding not to say anything. As Mark stood there waiting for his cue, something fell into his hand. As he held it close to his eye to identify it in the almost no light, he realized it was a small stone, a flat black polished stone. He looked up at the lighting rig above him, the perfect place for her to hide, a lighter flared as it had done when she'd appeared in the ring with him, he saw a whisper of dark red hair, green eyes laughing and a glimpse of black leather, then, nothing. He
Heard nothing, yet he sensed she'd disappeared. As the familiar opening of "Rollin" sounded, he squared his shoulders and strode out, determined to use his inner fury on focusing in the ring and leave thoughts of his sister backstage, where he would return later.
* * *
It was so much fun, seeing the boiling frustration in Mark's eyes as he gazed up at her through those eyes, so like her own, pale and eerie. Only she's learnt how to hone them to her skill, one-day maybe he would to if he grew up enough to realize he was wasting it.
She swung lazily down from the rig, her black leather coat swishing behind her like a cape, ironically matching the black eye mask she wore again. She knew he would discover the bike's missing parts, they'd grown up together on a diet of oil and engine parts, he'd know if something were wrong. This whole game was highly amusing to her, more than she thought it would.
"I think I'll stay a while" Now, she had someone to meet in the car lot, only they didn't know it. That was the most fun part, the element of surprise. Either way, she would enjoy it, the person she was meeting probably wouldn't, but that was all part of the fun.
Read, enjoy, and review! Let me know what you think, suggestions and comments all welcome. Big thanks to Fallen Angel for her uploading skills and constant encouragement, you the lady! Thanks for the reviews so far, keep them coming.