Not for the squeamish. And yes, I DID update earlier than I said I would.

Abby's nostrils flared as her breathing began to become erratic. The pressure on her shoulders was monstrous but that was nothing compared to the weight of having him next to her. She wondered how he got into her room and what he was doing there. What did he want with her?

Through clenched teeth she managed to get out two words, "Get out," she had to keep words at a minimal on her part. That was the deal she made with herself. Minimal talking equaled minimal contact.

Wally tightened his grip on her in response, he wasn't going anywhere until his plan had been completed. He had to lean in to get to her ear, "Are you scared?" he asked her without a tone but with a voice that surprised him. Nothing more than a hushed tone but it held so much malice within it. When she didn't answer right away he asked her again, shaking her a bit.

"No!" she yelled by accident. She really didn't mean to yell but he was, in fact, scaring her a little bit, "Get out, Wally." She said harshly.

Wally slowly released her shoulders and backed away from her, back into the darkness. Abby took this as a sign that he was leaving the same way he came it but she was wrong. He paced the length of her room two times before responding, he'd been in there for a while getting the layout of her room so he didn't run into anything. "Is this how it starts for you?" he asked her.

She shivered a bit; she really thought he had left her, hoped he had left her alone in her misery. She took in a deep breath, "How what starts for me?"

"The abuse? Does it start like this?" His tone was growing more and more dark, "Does he like to hit you in the dark so he doesn't see you cry?"

"Get out!" Abby found her voice rising without her consent again. She slowly got off the bed, barely making any sound and hoping the Wally didn't hear her move. If he wasn't going to leave then she was. She had no intention of sticking around to her Wally's manic drones. She didn't have to take that.

She tiptoed her way across the floor, slowly so she wouldn't make a sound. It took every ounce of will power to keep her breathing steady. Wally seemed to have disappeared from the room entirely until his voice flared up from behind her, "Where do you think you're going?" he whispered, wrapping his hands around her waist and flinging her, like a rag doll, back onto the bed. She screamed and landing with a thud and some choice curse words. Wally smiled to himself, it was working.

Abby untangled herself from the covers and tried to sprint from the bed again, this time making a sound was the least of her worries. She was becoming angry and anger meant saying words to Wally. But what did she care about contact now? He was obviously asking to have his ass kicked so why not hand him an economy sized can of ass-whoop, she wondered.

How dare he speak to her like that? How dare he touch her like that? Abby Lincoln does not take this from people, she dishes it out.

So she stopped sprinting for the door in realization that she had to stop running from him and start fighting. This realization came just in time for her to be tackled to the ground with the entirety of Wally's weight on top of her.

He landed in a straddle, his hands pinning her hands down at the wrist. He couldn't see her face but he prayed that it was contorted in a fit of rage, "I think that snotty attitude of yours is why he beats you! You deserve it you bitch," with every word something was releasing inside of him, something he had never experienced before, "You lying, cheating whore!" Something he didn't think was in him, "You like it when he's bashing your face it with those meat claws he calls hands, don't you?"

Something snapped inside of Abby. All self control was replaced with an animalistic desire to maim Wally in any way possible. She wanted to pluck every pretty blond hair from his skull, gouge out both his shining green eyes and hold them up just so he could watch her castrate him later. She wanted to hurt him so badly—so she did.

Using her feet as a way to steady herself she bucked her hips upwards, causing Wally to fall forward just far enough for her to head butt him, hard. He fell off her long enough for the pain in her head to stop and for her to mount him, knees on his wrists. "Call me a bitch one more time!" she yelled, "One more time and I'll show you what its like to get beat."

Wally, even through his pain, was smiling. The biggest smile he had done in the last week or so. He had gotten what he wanted, she was mad, really mad and it seemed like it would never stop. She was yelling at him and had even hit him, there was no going back from this. He was liking it—strangely, he thought. He was happy, scared, pleased with himself and slightly turned on by the whole thing.

"Bitch."

"That is it!" Abby slammed her fisted hand into his face. There was a small, disgusting crack and Wally made a sound much like gurgling, like he was drowning. But she didn't stop. She hit him again, scraping her own knuckles against his teeth, it hurt and she knew she was bleeding. She liked it.

Wally was drowning in his own blood; he knew Abby must've broken his nose in a bad way. He could barely breath and she was still punching him but for some odd reason he was enjoying the violence a little to much. He liked his nose being broken, enjoyed the feeling of sheer anger coursing through his veins. He thought it was time to return the favor, show Abby what it feels like. "WHORE!" he yelled out, hoping she would let out one of those angry growls she was so good at.

She did. It was long, raspy and full of what could only be interpreted as hatred lining it. She went to punch him in the face again; she was stopped by Wally's hand overlapping hers. He chuckled and pulled her off him in one foul motion, she was just that much small than he was. She hit something hard, the bookshelf most likely and was momentarily disoriented.

Wally stood up. The blood that was free flowing from his nose now soaked through and down his shirt. He was glad it was dark, he must have been quite the sight at that point. He wiped at his face, wincing a bit around his eye area. She must've broken his nose and given him a black eye. Yes. No? This isn't right.

Abby slowly stood up, hoping that if she didn't make a sound she could sneak up on him, wail on him some more. She liked the way her hand hurt after hitting him the face. She like the feeling of the cartilage in his nose giving way to her force. But why was she suddenly so violent? Is this what Hoagie feels like when he hits her?

She heard the chair being picked up before it hit her, she didn't have time to move out of the way. She felt her shoulder shift from the socket and the chair give way to her bones, it broke into pieces. She remembered that chair from when she was younger and now it was smashed into little tiny pieces—big enough to hit Wally with. "You bastard," she said sternly, feeling around on the floor for a piece of wood she could use, "You think for a second that I'm going to sit here and take this shit from you," she managed to find a large chunk of the leg of the chair and wrapped her fingers around it, "The stupid one. The one who crashes almost every fucking ship we have. Wallabee Beatles, the Australian dumbass!" she was yelling viciously at this point.

Her voice echoed through the room for a moment and then everything went silent. She was waiting for him to respond or make any sound at that, just so she could find him and whack him one. She waited, waited and waited. He was either being very still or he left during her rant.

Suddenly there it was, five feet from where she was standing, the tiniest of sounds, but she knew it was him. She launched herself towards the sound, realizing all to late where it was coming from, the door in front of the bathroom.

She connected and they both went flying through the door hitting the light switch on the way to the marble tiled floor.

Wally was the first to get up, catching his reflection in the mirror. Damn, he said to himself, I look like a dingo just dragged my five miles through the bush! There were many trails of blood on his face, the biggest one being a crimson red tide extending from his nose and covering everything down, his shirt and even the top of his pants. His right eye was a now a blue and black lump with its own blood gushing from the side. The left side of his face was all scratching up and, on top of all that, the most heinous of things, his was a complete mess.

He looked down at the now struggling Abby on the floor. She had a giant wooden stick in her hand, he recognized it as a piece of the chair he had cracked on her shoulder. He looked at her carefully. Her shirt was nearly completely gone, all that hung there were rags now, exposing the barely there bra she had on. Because she was completely bent over and on all fours her shorts looked much shorter, almost exposing more than they were meant to. There were tiny scratches, some bleeding some not, running all down her legs, he hoped he had caused them. He hopes she felt in a physical manner what he had been feeling emotionally for a week. He hoped she was sorry for everything or he was going to make her sorry.

Abby coughed, catching the breath that had just been knocked out of her. Her throat was on fire and her ribs hurt like hell. She flipped her hair back and turned just enough to see Wally's looming figure standing over her. She laughed a maniacal laugh, "Worked you pretty good, didn't I?" she didn't really mean it as a question, more of a triumphant statement. When he didn't respond she got angry, she wanted to hear him say she won, "Didn't I?!"

Wally chuckled. He wasn't going to answer, not with words anyways. He walked around to where he face was and continued to look down. She looked up at him, blood trickling down her cheek and he lowered himself so that they were face to face, nose touching.

Abby's teeth were barred, frown lines gracing the beautiful face that Wally was falling for. He grabbed her by the neck, hard enough to keep her from going anywhere but soft enough so that he wasn't cutting the air flow to her lungs, he still had that much self control left. As he gazed into her eyes, full of hatred, fear and confusion he knew something was wrong. Something had gone too far somewhere. He couldn't understand why he was still going through with this plan to make her angry.

But she wasn't just angry. They weren't just fighting. They were trying to actually hurt each other. Wally didn't want this and though he couldn't tell, Abby didn't either.

Abby stared into Wally's green eyes, knowing that he was thinking the same things she was, something wasn't right with this. But she couldn't stop the words that were coming out of her mouth, she had gone to far already, "Do it!" she screamed, "Fucking do it!"

Wally lifted her up by her throat and held her there, his grasp growing tighter. He could hear her breathing worsening, "Abby," he was scared now but his body, his voice, his actions were still violent. Damnit! I can't stop. I'll kill her at this rate, "Abby," he tried again. It didn't work he still sounded angry and his hand was still around her throat.

"FUCKING DO IT, Wally!" Abby yelled again. She didn't know why she was still screaming. She was honestly more scared for her life than angry but like Wally could not stop doing angry things. Fight it, Abby! Fight it! She yelled at herself, but couldn't.

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"That's enough!"

Cree and her friends/co-workers had been watching the entire thing. Not just Wally and Abby's fight. But Nigel and Lizzie's. Kuki was against the new recruit, Craig. But Cree, even though she was technically on a job, could no longer watch her sister's anguish on screen anymore. It was honestly, too much.

Maurice let out an almost too loud sigh when Cree said that, thankful she finally came to her senses.

Cree looked over her shoulder, noting that the machine had not been cut off. She turned completely to Chad, who was operating it and scowled, "I said that's enough. Shut it off now!" she yelled.

Chad looked down at her with a questioning glare, "Why?" he asked shortly. He was enjoying the show to be honest with you. The fight between Lizzie and Nigel was all talk. I'll break up with you, this, and I never love you, that. Completely unsatisfactory. Kuki versus the new guy was just priceless. Because Craig was protected by the B.R.A system the stone hadn't affected him at all so when Kuki started to go kung fu he ran like his heels were on fire.

But it was different with Abby and Wally, oh yes, Chad had noticed. They took it to a whole new level. The stone can only amplify emotions once in contact with living organisms. You have the urge to kiss a girl and the green stone can take that, turn it around, amp it up and the next thing you know your clothes are hanging off the lamp shade. In tests with the red stone, now titles, XPLD2, people usually just got into slap fights. Abby and Wally had started at slap fight and worked their way to WWE cage match. They intrigued and entertained Chad to know end, he couldn't deny.

Cree was not so amused. She couldn't fathom how her sister and Wally could even think about doing that to each other. From the beginning she feared for her sister and now she knew she had good reason. She hit the button on the machine violently, ignoring Chad's pouty face, "I said shut it off." She said sternly before cutting through the crowd and standing at the door to address her troops, "Everyone get your fight make up on and put the bottles of alcohol in the spots. Pour some shots, spill a few bottles, just make it look believable. When they wake up I want everyone playing their part. Phase two is go." She stated flatly.

Somehow she thought the successful testing of the stone for Father would make her happy, it didn't. There was surely going to be a promotion in it for her. Maybe a new car or a free vacation.

Damn, Abby.

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Abby went limp, eyes closed.

Wally suddenly felt weak. His vision blurred, his head hurt, every muscle in his body felt like someone let the air out. He felt like he was slowly deflating. The hand holding Abby let her go. Finally, he thought, realizing that whatever was fueling his anger was finally not present anymore. .

She crumpled to the floor like a little puppet and even though ever fiber of his being wanted to help her, he couldn't, because he was falling too.

He hit the floor with a sickening splat, more blood was coming from his nose and various scratches on his wrist from where Abby tried to claw her way out of his clutches. He would have rather lost a hand than hurt Abby the way he did.

But all thoughts subsided. He didn't even know if he was still breathing. With the final ounce of energy left in him he looked at Abby, reached out and touched her inanimate hand, "I'm sorry."

Sorry it was so dark, for those of you who don't like violence, but it was an important scene.

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