Disclaimer: I do not own any of the names of the superstars mentioned, they
are owned by Vince McMahon. I only own Jezebel, who is of my own evil
creation!
The hum of the hospital had drummed itself into Amy's head. Even though she'd only been there for two days, it felt like way too long. Being stuck in a bed the whole time should have been restful after the bumps of the WWE and no time to rest and she was grateful after a night but now she felt lifeless, her neck constricted by a neck brace. The food wasn't bad which was a blessing; she just needed to be on the road, more than that she needed to be searching for Mark with the others. She felt worse now that it was visiting hour, no one could come to visit her; they were too far away or traveling. "Oh quit feeling sorry for yourself Dumas!" she crankily muttered to herself.
"A visitor for you Miss Dumas" the nurse's pleasant voice suddenly piped up
Amy opened her eyes and took in who stood beside her bed
"Hello Amy"
That voice! She was smiling as she squeezed Amy's hand in a comforting gesture, but in reality squeezing Amy's fingers painfully tight. Amy kept her eyes glued on Jezebel as the nurse fussed around with the bed sheets before bustling away, leaving the two alone. Amy forced herself not to look shocked or afraid as Jezebel sat down on the bed
"How's it hanging sis?" her voice was bright and cheery
"Couldn't be better" Amy replied through gritted teeth "You look smart"
If she was going to act normal then Amy was going to match her small talk. Jezebel smiled down at her outfit proudly; she wore a fitted black trouser suit open at the neck to reveal a crisp blood red shirt, her round black piano-finish shades covered her eyes and her hair was brushed to a sheen, she looked stunning. "Why thank you, I had a job interview"
"How's Matt?" the words burst out, piercing the polite conversation. Amy couldn't stand it, she had to ask. Jezebel raised an eyebrow delicately at the biting words.
"Your little boy? Oh he's gonna be fine, we'll take good care of him, you don't need to worry"
"Don't need to worry?" Amy managed to laugh bitterly "You're one psycho bitch, you beat me up as well as my boyfriend then kidnap him, I'm not gonna stop worrying until he's home with me and you're locked up"
Jezebel shook her head sadly at the outburst as he hand moved from Amy's hand to her neck "You know, I had a similar conversation with Matt this morning and I still don't believe it second time round" she began gripping Amy's neck "When Mark and his little cavalry appear, we're ready and we're gonna have fun, oh and the state your neck's in? I wouldn't try anything foolish or I'll finish the job I started last night"
Giving Amy's neck one last painfully hard squeeze, she got up and looked at her watch. "I believe Mark's gonna be arriving any minute and I have to be there to greet him, I promised the others, have a nice hospital stay - that gown looks cute on you"
With a smile, Jezebel sashayed out of the room, greeting the nurses as she went. Amy put a hand to her neck; it felt sore. Surgery was scheduled for tonight because of the pain she was in, then bed rest. How wonderful when her boyfriend was prisoner to a psycho and her crew of who knows how many while her friends were probably on their way to getting their butts seriously kicked and there was nothing she could do about it. Perfect.
*
Trish touched Jeff on the shoulder; he slowly turned his head to look up at her, the blood still staining his trembling fingertips. "You think its Matt's" it was a quiet statement not a question
Jeff swallowed a little as he nodded before getting to his feet. Sure he'd seen Matt's blood before, it was expected in the matches they wrestled in like TLC but here, it drove the point juddering home that they were serious.
"She's taunting us" his voice was brittle and controlled "She's walking on dangerous ground"
"I think we're the ones doing that" Sara replied
Mark looked up at the house. It was just as he remembered it; gray, forbidding, tempting people to go in like the neighborhood's resident abandoned creepy house that kids would dare each other to explore at night. It wasn't abandoned though "And we're not kids"
"Huh?" Sara whirled around to stare perplexed at Mark "You say something about kids?"
He hadn't realized he's spoken aloud, he smiled grimly and clapped a hand onto his wife's shoulder "No, just thinking about how to tackle this place, I'm thinking we split up and go in at all angles"
"What?" Jeff frowned at Mark, his pulse quickening at the thought "You were the one saying we shouldn't try to take her on alone, we could end up in the same position as Matt"
"I know, but it's not just her in there - she's got who knows how many others helping her and they could be damn tough to handle, I'm saying we try to split the pack by dividing, that's all" A thoughtful silence followed Mark's words as the idea sunk in.
"I'll go round back," Trish said softly
Before anyone could answer, she walked quickly around the corner of the house, disappearing from sight. Jeff lifted a hand, opening his mouth to say something to stop her but it was too late, she'd gone. His hand dropped to his side and he turned angrily on Mark.
"If she gets hurt by that.that psycho, it's on your conscience deadman"
Mark couldn't hide his surprise. Jeff rarely spoke with such ferocity, he was usually so chilled out. Maybe Trish meant more to him? Mark shook his head annoyed with himself, now was not the time to think soap opera thoughts.
"It's on hers, not mine Hardy, there's some doors in the ground round the side that I guess lead to the basement, want to take them?" Jeff held Mark's gaze for a moment, contemplating the obvious command, before lowering his eyes, frowning. He didn't like the idea of Trish being there alone, he didn't doubt she could handle herself and kick ass and he knew he was being overprotective. It was just the idea of those psychos attacking her. He lifted his head and gave a curt nod before leaving Sara and Mark alone at the front of the house.
Sara turned to look up at Mark "So which way for me captain?"
Her teasing lighthearted question defused the atmosphere Jeff had left behind.
"In the front door, we can both go in and split off inside"
"Good idea"
She held a hand out to him and once he took it, pulled him to the door like a child eager to explore "You ready for her?" Sara asked as they reached the door, her other hand against it.
"Guess so, she's ready for us"
"That's what scares me"
Mark nodded, Jezebel's past crimes flicked through his head. He gritted his teeth. Sara pushed the door, it opened easily. He saw her take a breath, smile shakily and step inside. He followed. He didn't see the figure at the upstairs window watching them, pulling away when they entered and smiling as if knowing a secret before disappearing down the stairs.
*
The doors were where Mark said they were. They were raised off the ground at a slant, dull iron with cobwebbed handles. Jeff stared down at them, not wanting to move. A sense of foreboding washed over him as he looked at them. "Snap out of it!" he muttered to himself
He grasped one of the handles and pulled hard. The door wouldn't budge an inch. Jeff planted a foot either side of the doors and strained at them, grunting from the effort. With a creak, one opened so suddenly that a startled Jeff nearly fell down the hole it revealed. He regained his balance, grateful for the experience of balancing on top of ladders and pulled the other door open, squinting into the darkness below him. He could see concrete steps leading down to a barely lit space at the bottom. Maybe this was where Matt was. Jeff unzipped his jacket a little and rubbed his hands together, time to take a leap into the unknown again. He nimbly sprang down the steps before he could think of the consequences. The doors clanged shut above him, resoundingly final. He whipped his head round at the noise, his breathing quickening. He was not alone.
*
Trish hummed to herself in an attempt to override her increasingly loud heartbeat. Why did she walk off like that? Now she was regretting it, big time. The back of the house was as gray as the front, shaded a little by a couple of trees that sounded dry and crackly when the wind whispered through them. There was a door sunk into the wall, almost designed for those trying to sneak in. Trish looked up at the house; she could almost swear she could see someone looking through the curtains down at her. She blinked and the image was gone, probably imagined by her now overactive paranoid imagination. She wiped her sweaty hands dry on her black pants, anything to calm her fidgeting hands.
"Time to roll" she said, pulling the door open and stepping inside.
It was dark inside, the only light coming from a couple of narrow windows at the top of the wall. She was aware of shapes vaguely outlined in the darkness but she couldn't distinguish what they were. She wasn't sure what to do; did she explore this room or try to find a way to the next one?
Goosebumps appeared on her flesh, causing her rub her arms, trying to make them disappear. She was freaked out enough already.
"Teen horror movie again; the blonde in a dark room alone" Trish muttered uncomfortably
There was a soft laugh from across the room, Trish gasped, and she didn't know there was someone there.
"Not quite alone" the voice was playful
"Who are you?" Trish made her voice confident not shaky as she was feeling
"Oh, just a friend of.."
"Don't say that name!" Trish cut her off, not bothering to hide her fear
"You're learning fast," the voice sounded delighted
There were footsteps across the room. Trish tensed, forcing herself to focus, whoever it was she wanted to be ready at least. She could see someone moving, and then a small light snapped on suddenly. The person walked out so that the light hit her across her side, illuminating her. Trish's eyes nearly popped out of her head, her jaw dropped. "Stacy?!"
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The hum of the hospital had drummed itself into Amy's head. Even though she'd only been there for two days, it felt like way too long. Being stuck in a bed the whole time should have been restful after the bumps of the WWE and no time to rest and she was grateful after a night but now she felt lifeless, her neck constricted by a neck brace. The food wasn't bad which was a blessing; she just needed to be on the road, more than that she needed to be searching for Mark with the others. She felt worse now that it was visiting hour, no one could come to visit her; they were too far away or traveling. "Oh quit feeling sorry for yourself Dumas!" she crankily muttered to herself.
"A visitor for you Miss Dumas" the nurse's pleasant voice suddenly piped up
Amy opened her eyes and took in who stood beside her bed
"Hello Amy"
That voice! She was smiling as she squeezed Amy's hand in a comforting gesture, but in reality squeezing Amy's fingers painfully tight. Amy kept her eyes glued on Jezebel as the nurse fussed around with the bed sheets before bustling away, leaving the two alone. Amy forced herself not to look shocked or afraid as Jezebel sat down on the bed
"How's it hanging sis?" her voice was bright and cheery
"Couldn't be better" Amy replied through gritted teeth "You look smart"
If she was going to act normal then Amy was going to match her small talk. Jezebel smiled down at her outfit proudly; she wore a fitted black trouser suit open at the neck to reveal a crisp blood red shirt, her round black piano-finish shades covered her eyes and her hair was brushed to a sheen, she looked stunning. "Why thank you, I had a job interview"
"How's Matt?" the words burst out, piercing the polite conversation. Amy couldn't stand it, she had to ask. Jezebel raised an eyebrow delicately at the biting words.
"Your little boy? Oh he's gonna be fine, we'll take good care of him, you don't need to worry"
"Don't need to worry?" Amy managed to laugh bitterly "You're one psycho bitch, you beat me up as well as my boyfriend then kidnap him, I'm not gonna stop worrying until he's home with me and you're locked up"
Jezebel shook her head sadly at the outburst as he hand moved from Amy's hand to her neck "You know, I had a similar conversation with Matt this morning and I still don't believe it second time round" she began gripping Amy's neck "When Mark and his little cavalry appear, we're ready and we're gonna have fun, oh and the state your neck's in? I wouldn't try anything foolish or I'll finish the job I started last night"
Giving Amy's neck one last painfully hard squeeze, she got up and looked at her watch. "I believe Mark's gonna be arriving any minute and I have to be there to greet him, I promised the others, have a nice hospital stay - that gown looks cute on you"
With a smile, Jezebel sashayed out of the room, greeting the nurses as she went. Amy put a hand to her neck; it felt sore. Surgery was scheduled for tonight because of the pain she was in, then bed rest. How wonderful when her boyfriend was prisoner to a psycho and her crew of who knows how many while her friends were probably on their way to getting their butts seriously kicked and there was nothing she could do about it. Perfect.
*
Trish touched Jeff on the shoulder; he slowly turned his head to look up at her, the blood still staining his trembling fingertips. "You think its Matt's" it was a quiet statement not a question
Jeff swallowed a little as he nodded before getting to his feet. Sure he'd seen Matt's blood before, it was expected in the matches they wrestled in like TLC but here, it drove the point juddering home that they were serious.
"She's taunting us" his voice was brittle and controlled "She's walking on dangerous ground"
"I think we're the ones doing that" Sara replied
Mark looked up at the house. It was just as he remembered it; gray, forbidding, tempting people to go in like the neighborhood's resident abandoned creepy house that kids would dare each other to explore at night. It wasn't abandoned though "And we're not kids"
"Huh?" Sara whirled around to stare perplexed at Mark "You say something about kids?"
He hadn't realized he's spoken aloud, he smiled grimly and clapped a hand onto his wife's shoulder "No, just thinking about how to tackle this place, I'm thinking we split up and go in at all angles"
"What?" Jeff frowned at Mark, his pulse quickening at the thought "You were the one saying we shouldn't try to take her on alone, we could end up in the same position as Matt"
"I know, but it's not just her in there - she's got who knows how many others helping her and they could be damn tough to handle, I'm saying we try to split the pack by dividing, that's all" A thoughtful silence followed Mark's words as the idea sunk in.
"I'll go round back," Trish said softly
Before anyone could answer, she walked quickly around the corner of the house, disappearing from sight. Jeff lifted a hand, opening his mouth to say something to stop her but it was too late, she'd gone. His hand dropped to his side and he turned angrily on Mark.
"If she gets hurt by that.that psycho, it's on your conscience deadman"
Mark couldn't hide his surprise. Jeff rarely spoke with such ferocity, he was usually so chilled out. Maybe Trish meant more to him? Mark shook his head annoyed with himself, now was not the time to think soap opera thoughts.
"It's on hers, not mine Hardy, there's some doors in the ground round the side that I guess lead to the basement, want to take them?" Jeff held Mark's gaze for a moment, contemplating the obvious command, before lowering his eyes, frowning. He didn't like the idea of Trish being there alone, he didn't doubt she could handle herself and kick ass and he knew he was being overprotective. It was just the idea of those psychos attacking her. He lifted his head and gave a curt nod before leaving Sara and Mark alone at the front of the house.
Sara turned to look up at Mark "So which way for me captain?"
Her teasing lighthearted question defused the atmosphere Jeff had left behind.
"In the front door, we can both go in and split off inside"
"Good idea"
She held a hand out to him and once he took it, pulled him to the door like a child eager to explore "You ready for her?" Sara asked as they reached the door, her other hand against it.
"Guess so, she's ready for us"
"That's what scares me"
Mark nodded, Jezebel's past crimes flicked through his head. He gritted his teeth. Sara pushed the door, it opened easily. He saw her take a breath, smile shakily and step inside. He followed. He didn't see the figure at the upstairs window watching them, pulling away when they entered and smiling as if knowing a secret before disappearing down the stairs.
*
The doors were where Mark said they were. They were raised off the ground at a slant, dull iron with cobwebbed handles. Jeff stared down at them, not wanting to move. A sense of foreboding washed over him as he looked at them. "Snap out of it!" he muttered to himself
He grasped one of the handles and pulled hard. The door wouldn't budge an inch. Jeff planted a foot either side of the doors and strained at them, grunting from the effort. With a creak, one opened so suddenly that a startled Jeff nearly fell down the hole it revealed. He regained his balance, grateful for the experience of balancing on top of ladders and pulled the other door open, squinting into the darkness below him. He could see concrete steps leading down to a barely lit space at the bottom. Maybe this was where Matt was. Jeff unzipped his jacket a little and rubbed his hands together, time to take a leap into the unknown again. He nimbly sprang down the steps before he could think of the consequences. The doors clanged shut above him, resoundingly final. He whipped his head round at the noise, his breathing quickening. He was not alone.
*
Trish hummed to herself in an attempt to override her increasingly loud heartbeat. Why did she walk off like that? Now she was regretting it, big time. The back of the house was as gray as the front, shaded a little by a couple of trees that sounded dry and crackly when the wind whispered through them. There was a door sunk into the wall, almost designed for those trying to sneak in. Trish looked up at the house; she could almost swear she could see someone looking through the curtains down at her. She blinked and the image was gone, probably imagined by her now overactive paranoid imagination. She wiped her sweaty hands dry on her black pants, anything to calm her fidgeting hands.
"Time to roll" she said, pulling the door open and stepping inside.
It was dark inside, the only light coming from a couple of narrow windows at the top of the wall. She was aware of shapes vaguely outlined in the darkness but she couldn't distinguish what they were. She wasn't sure what to do; did she explore this room or try to find a way to the next one?
Goosebumps appeared on her flesh, causing her rub her arms, trying to make them disappear. She was freaked out enough already.
"Teen horror movie again; the blonde in a dark room alone" Trish muttered uncomfortably
There was a soft laugh from across the room, Trish gasped, and she didn't know there was someone there.
"Not quite alone" the voice was playful
"Who are you?" Trish made her voice confident not shaky as she was feeling
"Oh, just a friend of.."
"Don't say that name!" Trish cut her off, not bothering to hide her fear
"You're learning fast," the voice sounded delighted
There were footsteps across the room. Trish tensed, forcing herself to focus, whoever it was she wanted to be ready at least. She could see someone moving, and then a small light snapped on suddenly. The person walked out so that the light hit her across her side, illuminating her. Trish's eyes nearly popped out of her head, her jaw dropped. "Stacy?!"
Read, enjoy, and review! What do you think? No one's reviewed my story for the past few chapters! What's happened to u guys? Please hit that button below and lemme know what u think!! Big thanks to Fallen Angel whose storytelling and friendship keeps getting better and better, here's to our joint story!
