My mind owns only Sayde, Papi, Tear, the whacky neighbors, Naima, Deb, Isis, Ryan, Taylor, and the dogs.
Notes: I really liked the way this chapter turned out. Hopefully you peeps will like it, too.
I'm not gonna even get into how mad I was that they scrapped Sheamus's match at Mania. I'm just gonna say this. Robotic and irrelevant ass Khali? Really? Apparently it wasn't bad enough that they scrapped the match. No they had to do them worse by turning the match into a battle royal and having Khali win by throwing Sheamus out. Bullshit.
WrestleMania 27 sucked. The only match that entertained me fully was Punk vs. Randy Orton. I expected the Taker/Trips match to be nothing special, and to me it wasn't. Taker impressed me with his resilience and his dives always excite me, but the match still wasn't great. I'm glad that he won, though. I lol'd at Trips when he finally spoke the words "I lost to him before at WrestleMania." About time he acknowledged that. Too bad it was AFTER his second loss. I guess they had to make him look powerful going in there.
CM Punk has become one of my all time favorite wrestlers. WWE has dropped the word 'wrestling' from their company and they don't want their workers to be called 'wrestlers' anymore they're 'entertainers' or 'Superstars'. A fan asked Punk's opinion about it on twitter & Punk said "Fuck that, I'm a wrestler." I have so much respect for that man. Even though they're still gonna call him a whatever they feel like, lol.
WWE Tough Enough predictions, Luke, because he's good. The indie guy, because he's better. Or Big Rig from Daisy of Love aka Jeremiah, because I had a crush on him since that ridiculous Love show. Did you guys believe Michelle's foolishness when she said that she's been a pro wrestler for 11 years? Ahahahahaha! I didn't like her on America's Next Top Model and I don't like her now.
Enough of my babble, enjoy the chapter peeps! : )
Emalf
Ch. 25: Growing Conspiracy, Everyone's After Me
"Blue minus. Oh thank goodness!" I was so relieved when I saw that. Overwhelmed with relieved happiness, I put the stick down and wrapped my arms around Taker. Apparently it caught him off guard, cause he stumbled back a little, but caught himself. "Blue minus?" He asked, confused.
"Blue minus means negative." I cheerily answered him. He didn't hug back so I let him go. "What's with you? I thought you'd be happy." His facial expression stated otherwise.
"I am. But you've got to understand something. I've never had to deal with anything like that before. So for the few minutes that I was unsure about that little stick and what was in your womb, there were a lot of thoughts running through my head." He explained.
"Thoughts like what, exactly?" I hope he doesn't think that he's just gonna mute his way out of this one. "Thoughts about death and destruction." He nonchalantly answered as he went into a cabinet to pull out a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Oh, really. So you mean you weren't even a little bit excited about the possibility of a mini you running around?" I teased.
"Despite all of the bullshit that we'd go through trying to make sure that you live to give birth, no. It's bad enough that I'm alive. We don't need another me walking around. And besides, I've never wanted kids." My happy feeling went away when he said that. Ugh, he has like no self-esteem.
"Wait, don't tell me that you were excited about it." He must've noticed my sudden mood change and interpreted that I was upset because he didn't want a kid. I wasn't. I'm upset because he thinks that he's some kind of monster.
"No, I wasn't. The married with two children, a white picket fence and a dog was my parents dream for me. I wanted to be Women's Champ and tour the world with Metallica. Children were never in my agenda. And fuck all the bullshit with Sunny. Do you know what a freaking kid would do to my body? And my career? Oh hell no." Thinking about that made me anxious all over again.
I snatched his bottle from him and took a swig. He smirked at me and snatched it back to take a swig of his own. A few back and forth swigs later, the bottle was half empty and I had it. I gave it back to him.
"You seem normal. You sure you not just a little bit buzzed?" He asked me, that smirk still intact. "I can hold my liquor, sometimes. Me and my sister tried to get immune to Jack when we were in our teens. Apparently, it worked." I grinned as I went into the freezer to pull out a carton of vanilla ice cream. "You bought ice cream?" He asked me as he shook his head.
"It's my guilty pleasure." I winked at him as I got a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge. "What are you doing?" He asked, staring at me. "You'll see." I grabbed a glass cup, an ice cream scoop, and a spoon and began my masterpiece. I was making a Dr. Pepper float. I hate root beer.
"You're weird." I heard Jericho say. I didn't even know that they had came inside. "No I'm not. Root beer's nasty. This is the alternative." I smiled as I mixed my float. "Eww." He replied.
"So what'd the stick say?" Kane asked, getting straight to the point. Apparently they came in after the Jack Daniels back and forth. "Negative." Taker replied as he stared at me like I was doing something so strange. "Thank God." Jericho exclaimed. "To prevent this ricockulous situation from happening again, could you two like, be abstinent?" Chris grinned. Kane chuckled at his suggestion. I wanted to laugh myself.
I mean, I know that I could be abstinent, but he's another story. "Oh, I have no problem with that. I don't think he's gonna be too happy about it, though." I smirked at Taker's frown as I looked at him. "What are you trying to say, woman?" He narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm irresistible. I'm making you hot as I speak." I teased as I once again took the bottle of Jack from him.
"You got quite the ego, Lady." His frown slowly turned into a smirk as he watched me take another swig. "Uh uh." Chris said as he quickly snatched the bottle away from me. I was about to snatch it back, but I realized that I was moving in slow motion and he had already put the top back on it. "Chris, what is your problem?" I asked, as I stared at the two Chrises swaying from side to side.
"He's not swaying. That's you, yet again." Sheamus laughed at me from somewhere close by. I poked my tongue at Sheamus and focused on Chris again. "You don't need any more of that. Drunken flirtation is the beginning of this situation happening again." He laughed. If I could figure out which Chris was the real one, I would've popped him or something.
"Fine, Chris. I have a headache, so I'm gonna go take a nap." I rolled my eyes and carefully made my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Instead of a nap, I took a quick shower and changed into a sky blue chemise nightie. It's only six in the afternoon, but my nerves are shot. And I'm done for today.
After my shower, I realized that I really did need to take an Advil or two. My head was killing me. I woozily made my way back downstairs.
When I got close to the kitchen, I faintly heard the four guys in a deep conversation. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I'm almost positive it was pertaining to me. As soon as I tiptoed my way into the kitchen, the three supernaturals instantly went into telepi-chat. Yup, they're talking about me, alright. I was left with a smirking Jericho.
"Finally, I'm not the only one out of the loop." I smiled as I grabbed the Advil from the counter. I had to maneuver around Taker's stiff behind to get a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Nah, you're still the only one. I know what they're discussing." He cockily said. I rolled my eyes at him. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they're talking about me." I scoffed as I saw my Dr. Pepper float that I left on the counter. Ugh, how could I have forgotten that? I think the Jack Daniels is affecting me a little. After I took the Advil, I put the bottle of water back into the fridge.
"Yeah, you're right about that." He agreed. "You're not gonna tell me what they're talking about, are you?" I sighed as I grabbed my cup full of melted float and poured it into the sink. "Nah. You wanna know, ask your fiancée." He grinned. I didn't respond. I rinsed my glass out and decided to make another float. I had to once again maneuver around Taker's big ass to get to the fridge.
"I was wondering why you left that in here. But now I get it. You had to get all sexy. Guess the abstinent plan isn't gonna work." Chris chuckled. "What are you talking about, Chris?" I asked as I put the ice cream and Dr. Pepper back into their respected spots in the refrigerator and freezer.
"Your little hoochie dress." He grinned at me. "It's a nightie, Chris." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Just keep the noise down and use protection." He giggled. Gosh, he's annoying. I got a straw from a drawer and made my way back up the stairs to the room that I sleep in.
The little's had eaten and were fast asleep in their doggy beds. I sat with my legs crossed at the ankles in the middle of the bed and cut the tv on. I turned the channel to none other than Lifetime. What can I say? It's addicting.
"You don't get tired of that?" Taker asked from the doorway. I should've sensed him, but I wasn't paying attention. The chill should've given him away, but I'm already cold. Didn't feel it.
"Tired of what? You, Kane, and Shea having conversations about me without me?" I grouched. "No. I was talking about that damn Lifetime. I swear that's all that was on your mind today." He grumbled as he made his way to the bed. "Well, about that…" I softly giggled as he sat behind me. Legs stretched out on either side of mine. I leaned into his chest to feel his warmth. "Oh, I know that you were only thinking that to distract me from your real thoughts." He seemed amused with that.
"Well, it worked." I teased, trying to scoot up to get away from him. "Yeah, it did. But I still knew something was wrong with you." He ignored my attempt to get away from him and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Let me go. You're too close." With my free hand, I tried to get his arms off of me. He chuckled. "What'd I do now?" He asked with mock concern.
"You and Glen and Shea are always excluding me from your conversations. And now even freaking Jericho's included. That's bullshit. I told you that if it pertains to me, I should be the first to know." I angrily spoke as I tried to get out of his grips again. It was to no use, but I didn't care. "You already know that your anger turns me on." He said in a low, suggestive tone.
"Oh, no. You're not getting out of this that easily." He chuckled at me. "I'm not trying to get out of anything. I'm just being honest." I shook my head out of frustration. "Well, since you're so honest, lets talk." I said with a smirk. He sighed. "Fine. What do you want to know, now?" His mock annoyed voice was quite amusing.
"I want to know what you four were discussing before I walked in the kitchen." I said before I took a sip of my Dr. Pepper float. He sighed again. "Pass. Next question." He replied as he took the remote and flipped through channels. "You agreed to be honest." I pouted. He leaned down to my ear. "I did. That means you have free range to ask anything else you want."
"Fine. You and Shea can read other supernaturals and non supernaturals minds. You couldn't do that at first. Your powers advanced. So, will mine?" I asked that cause I really would like that ability. "I'm not sure. The recorded texts that mention you don't explain all of your abilities. You're pretty much a mystery." I'm a mystery. Huh, I could say the same about him and his brother.
"Those books. Where did you get them?" I asked. "They were some of the things that survived the fire. They were passed down from generation to generation. One of them are missing. The first book, being the most important one. It explains what we are and our purpose here. We have most of the rest of them here, though. Bearer has the few others." He put the remote down and wrapped his arms around me. I tensed, instinctively.
"Don't worry about Bearer. He's not that much of a creep." He softly chuckled as he leaned down to plant soft kisses on my neck. "I'm not worried about Bearer. I'm worried about you. You're creeping me out with your overtly nice routine. What's up?" He stopped and sighed.
"Can't a guy be nice from time to time?" He joked. "Not when the guy is you." I replied. "So… you want me to be a dick to you?" He asked. "No. I… wait a minute. You're just trying to distract me from my initial question, huh?" I questioned, slightly turning my body to raise my eyebrow at his now smirking face.
The whole reason why he's in here is to distract me from pestering him with questions about he and the other's little chat. "I don't know what you're talking about, woman." He replied as he let me go and grabbed the remote again. "Am I in some kind of inevitable danger or something? Is your niceness your way of making my last days enjoyable?" He chuckled at me.
"No, Sayde. It's nothing like that. I just hate you less than everyone else." I frowned at him. He grinned and wrapped his arms around me again. "Oh, don't I feel special." I grumbled. "You should. It's an honor to be on my good side." He smirked. "So, is Shea on your good side?" I've been meaning to talk to him about Sheamus. Never had the time.
His body tensed and his arms gripped me tighter after I spoke. "I don't want to kill him. That's good, right?" He didn't make any eye contact with me, he just stared at the tv. The tone in his voice was void of emotion.
"I guess it is. He's not a bad guy, Take." He scoffed and rolled his eyes as if what I said was absurd. "And speaking of Shea. You freaking threatened to torture and kill him and then banish his soul to a place worse than hell." His green orbs lit up when I said that. "Yeah, so?" He asked, nonchalantly.
"You're a psychopath. It wasn't that serious, man." He finally looked down at me. "My advanced telepathy allows me to see visual images. If you could see what types of visuals were going through his head at that moment, you'd understand." He growled. I guess I had taken him back to that day. "Awww, your jealousy is cute." I grinned as I ate a spoonful of my float.
"I'm not jealous. I have you. You're wearing my ring." As soon as he said that, I had to lift my left hand up to ogle that beauty. "And as the wearer of your ring, you have an obligation to answer my question. What were you two discussing downstairs?" I pressed on in my quest to get answers out of him. He sighed.
"You're persistent." He grinned as he grabbed my glass. "That I am." I suspiciously eyed him as he put the glass on the nightstand and got out of the bed.
"You know what? I'm gonna give you that rain check now." He smirked as the look in his eyes went from normal to predator. "Uh, no. Answer my question. You're not getting out of this." I chuckled as I started to back into the headboard.
"That's funny, cause you're not getting out of this, either." He replied as he slowly walked his way over to the end of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down to him, pulling my nightie up in the process.
"You can't do this. We're supposed to be being abstinent, remember?" I pleaded to him while he grabbed the sides of my boy shorts and proceeded to pull them off of me.
I could just kick him or something. But then again, he'd probably like that. "It ain't that kind of ballgame right now, sweetheart." He chuckled right before he lifted both my legs.
"Don't… do that." I squealed as his hot breath tickled my special area. "Ah, shut up." He replied and planted a soft kiss on my goodies. That not only made me shiver, it got me hot and bothered.
"This isn't gonna work. Just tell me what you guys were talking about." I propped myself up on my elbows only to see his smirking face. He replied to my statement with another kiss. "Oh goodness… tongue." This time his tongue joined in the fun, causing me to blurt that out. He stopped and started to chuckle.
He let my legs go to relish in his apparent victory of getting out of answering my question. I rolled my eyes at him and quickly backed into the headboard of the bed again. This amused him, apparently.
"Just tell me, man. If it's not life threatening, I'm pretty sure I can handle it." Predator Taker's smirk got wider as I spoke. I'm the prey. He went full on animal as he slowly stalked his way into the bed.
I knew what he wanted, and he wasn't gonna get it. I pulled my little nightie down, closed my legs, and crossed them at the ankles. He crawled on his knees in front of me and raised an eyebrow. "Open them." He lowly spoke. I could barely hear him. I shook my head no.
"Tell me what you were talking about and it's yours." I couldn't help but to give in a little. That little sample he gave me has me aching for more. "It's already mine. Now open them." He demanded. Ugh, I'm trying so hard not to lose my train of thought. But he's got my body yearning for him.
"Please, just tell me." I begged him. He shook his head no. "Open them legs, sweetheart." He said with a hard smack to my thigh. "Ouch. No." I grouched. He mockingly shook his head.
"Oh well. I asked nicely. I'm just gonna have to force 'em open." He smirked as he quickly grabbed my ankles, uncrossed them, and forcefully lifted them up.
Without wasting any time, he went straight to his destination. "This… isn't over." I angrily growled as every lash from his tongue made me shiver.
"Where are you?" I thought to Taker when I woke up this morning. He kept me occupied long enough to tire me out last night. Once he was sure I was asleep, he made his escape. "You ready for me again?" He asked. I could feel that smirk that's no doubt on his face.
"No. Where are you? You got what you wanted, now give me what I want." I thought as I put on my slippers to walk to the bathroom next to the room I sleep in. "Don't worry about it, baby. It's nothing." He tried to assure me. "If it's nothing, then why are you so hesitant to tell me?" I questioned as I ran water in the sink.
"I don't know how I managed to keep the ring a surprise for a whole week. Just consider it another surprise. I'm not saying anything else about it." After that, he cut me off of his mind-phone line. Okay, maybe I am overreacting. Maybe he's planning something sweet for me. Or maybe he's lying his ass off to cover up something.
I'm going with the latter. After I cleaned up, I went back to that room and got dressed. I decided on some black flip flops, a comfortable pair of camo cargo short shorts, and a badass black tee with James Hetfield's scary guy shaking blood off of his middle fingers. I got it at one of the last Metallica concerts I attended with my sister. Got to meet them and everything.
I've been so occupied with everything else, I haven't even had the time to check the date. When I thought of my sister, I instantly needed to see a calendar. I walked back to the room that I sleep in to get my phone and my second melted Dr. Pepper float, and I headed downstairs.
Once I was in the kitchen, I put the glass on the counter and checked the date on my phone. "September 1st. Fucking great." I scoffed as I snapped the phone shut and put it in my pocket. Instead of being sad, I got a little angry. So to keep my mind off of what today is, I decided to wash the dishes. I took my ring off and carefully put it into one of my pockets before I got started.
"Dammit!" I mumbled to myself as I began to wash a plate. I'm not succeeding in distracting myself from today's date. My head is throbbing from the tug of war going on inside my mind. One side wants me to embrace the day and grieve, like a normal person would. But the other side wants me to suck it up, get over it, and deal with the more important supernatural things that are going on with me.
"Struggle within, triggered again. Now the candle burns at both ends. Twisting under schizophrenia. Falling deep into dementia." I started to sing to myself as the frustration with my thoughts grew thicker.
I faintly felt a little chill, letting me know that it was Kane. I don't know how I decipher the chills, but I do. Anyway, Kane walked into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools in front of the island counter. "And here I thought I was the only demented one in the family." He said with his signature smirk.
"I'm not demented. It's lyrics from a song." I explained. Even though the lyrics are from Metallica's The Frayed Ends of Sanity, I really do feel that way. But I'd rather not get into the conversation of why, especially with Kane. No offense to him but, he's devoid of any compassion skills. Not that I'm looking for compassion or anything. Ugh, whatever.
"Oh, I know. It's one of the few songs I actually really like by your boys." Kane said. Huh, it would be him to like a song about losing your sanity and hearing voices in your head.
"So, what's eating you?" He asked. If my mind wasn't so conflicted, I would've made a snarky remark about his big brother. "Well, besides Taker and his mutant tongue." He chuckled. Well, at least I didn't have to say it.
"Nothing. I'm perfectly fine." I lied, concentrating on scrubbing another plate. "You're in a house full of empathic people, Em. I sense that you're stuck in confusion, suspicion, anger, and sadness." He explained. I scoffed.
"Well, thanks for bringing it to light, Glen." I growled at him. As I turned my body to scowl at him, the wet, soapy glass that was in my hand slipped out of it and shattered on the floor. "Dammit! Look at what you made me do." I angrily yelled at Kane.
He was unaffected by it all. And he still kept that smirk on his face as he watched me get a broom and dustpan from the kitchen closet. He continued to watch as I bent down to pick up the big pieces of shattered glass. His staring was really irking me. "Can you please stop looking at me? It's making me nervous." I said with an unfamiliar edge to my voice.
"You're making yourself nervous, ya loon. You shouldn't be picking up glass with you shaking like that." He warned me. It was too late, though. I didn't even notice that my hands were shaking until he said it. But as soon as he did, that's when I picked up a piece the wrong way and it cut through the palm of my right hand.
"Fucking dammit! You jinxed me." I yelled at him angrily. Blood was everywhere in a matter of seconds. My body temperature had started to rise, so that was to be expected.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Taker's drawl came from the kitchen entranceway. "Your fucking brother made me cut my fucking hand." I rolled my eyes as I ran water over my wound. Kane chuckled at my accusation.
"Your little loony bin fiancée did all of that by herself. I'm just an innocent spectator." He continued his chuckling while Taker grabbed some paper towels to scoop up the rest of the glass and blood.
"You gonna tell me what's really going on?" He asked from beside me as he easily got up even the little pieces of glass with the paper towels. I scoffed. "No. you don't tell me anything, so I don't have to tell you anything." I rolled my eyes. "Okay, well are you gonna at least let me fix your hand?" He asked, nicely. I looked down at his smirk and rolled my eyes again.
"Fine. But just wrap it up. No powers or anything." This time he rolled his eyes at me. "Okay whatever. Come on." He said as he got up. After he threw the bloody paper towels into the trashcan, I followed him into one of the downstairs bathrooms. He silently sat me on the bathroom counter and went into the cabinet to get all kinds of first aid stuff.
He didn't say anything while he cleaned the gash. I winced and squealed when the betadine stung my hand. It hurt terribly, but at least it's not bleeding anymore. Once he finished cleaning it, he applied some kind of clear antibiotic and wrapped it with gauze and medical tape. After that was secure, he took out one of those ace bandages and wrapped my hand with it.
After he put up all of the medical supplies, he took a seat on the side of the tub that was in front of me. "Thank you." I whispered. "You're controlling your powers better. I've been trying to get into your head for the past fifteen minutes. But you won't let me in." He said, emotionlessly. If the two sides of my mind weren't feuding, I'd probably be excited about that.
"I'm not doing it on purpose. So I'm not controlling anything." I replied as I got down off of the counter. "Sayde, what's going on? Your anger's really getting to me. I know whatever Glen said didn't get to you that bad." He stared hard into my eyes. Within seconds, the feud of anger and sadness had stopped.
"Don't do that. It's not yours. Trust me, you have enough." I whispered to him when I took a seat beside him. His eyes followed mine with each movement. I grabbed one of his hands that were resting on his lap.
"Give it back, Mark. Taking the feelings away isn't gonna help my issue." I calmly said as I entwined our hands. After a few more silent seconds, he blinked. He furrowed his brows. "You took it away from me. How in the hell did you do that?" He seemed astonished, but I'm in agony because as soon as he blinked, the feud started again.
All of a sudden, I'm feeling claustrophobic in this bathroom. I ignored Taker and quickly left out. Of course he was right behind me.
"Not only do I not know the answer. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE QUESTION IS!" My phone blasted as I walked into the den. The other three guys were all lounging, nonchalantly. I figured it was just my dad, calling to check on me considering what today is.
"Hello." I answered without checking to see who it was. That edge still in the tone of my voice. There was no response on the other side. I groaned. "Hello? Is anybody there?" I asked, getting annoyed. For the past few months I've been getting calls from a long distance number with no one saying anything.
There was still no response. I heard the breathing that I always hear when I get these types of calls. "Whoever you are, stop the bullshit. I don't know who you are, but I have ways to find your ass." I was about to hang up the phone, but I heard a faintly familiar voice on the other end.
"S… Sayde? It's really you." The voice said. It can't be. "Who is this?" I questioned. "It's me, Taylor." The woman replied. I could feel the heat rapidly rising in my body.
"Is this some kind of fucking joke? Who the fuck are you and how did you get my number?" I yelled into the phone, startling Glen, Chris, and Shea. Taker, who was standing behind me, walked in front of me. A look of concern on his face.
"It's really me, Sweets. You said you can find me. I don't know where I am." The girl began to sob. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on breathing. Besides my parents, no one knows that Taylor called me Sweets. I used to call her Toots.
"Taylor's dead. As of today, she's been dead for three years. Sunny, if this is your doing, I'm going to slaughter you." I growled into the phone.
"Sunny. That name's familiar. Oh no. He's coming back." She said in a whisper. "Who's coming back? Who is this?" I questioned again. "Sayde, it's really me. Remember when you were in tenth grade and you snuck and got your bellybutton pierced? It got infected but you didn't want to go to the doctor so I took it out and put some peroxide on it." She spoke quickly in a soft voice.
"How…did you know that?" I questioned with shock. No one knows about that besides Taylor. "It's really me, Sayde. He's almost here, so I can't say much more. But if you really can find me, do it please. I'm in danger. You're in danger." She quickly whispered before the phone hung up.
I don't have words to describe the confusion I'm feeling. The war between anger and sadness intensified with that phone call. Anger was winning, though. I could feel the familiar tingle in my hands as I tried to get my temperature down. "Don't move, guys." Taker said to them as he moved closer to me. I frantically started to shake my head at him.
"No. Get back." I groaned. The heat was building up and pretty soon, I was gonna explode. I don't want any of them around when that happens. He didn't listen, though. "Please, get back." I begged him. I could feel the sparks coming from my good hand. He still didn't listen. He got closer and closer. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I closed my eyes and let out a wretched scream, letting all of my anger out with my hand.
I heard glass shattering and zapping noises of household appliances being shocked. After I stopped screaming, I opened my eyes. My body went limp and Taker was there to catch me when I fell. He lifted me up in his arms and carried me to the only empty couch.
"Get her a glass of water. If there's any glasses left." He said to Jericho as he laid me down. He took a seat on the edge of the coffee table that was in front of me and waited for Chris to come back. "She didn't break them all, only a few." Chris said as he handed Taker the glass. Taker then handed it to me. I had gained strength to move around, so I took it from him.
"So much for controlling my powers, huh?" I said as I managed to sit up. "She screams like a freaking banshee. I can't even hear out of my left ear." Kane grouched. "Sorry." I mumbled.
"Not exactly. Banshees scream to warn families of death. Gaelic folklore." Sheamus corrected him. Kane looked at him and scowled. "Well, in America, a banshee is a loony woman with a scream that shatters glass and bursts eardrums." He lowly chuckled.
"She's not loony." Taker said to him. His eyes never left me. "Yes I am. Either my dead sister's calling me via cloud nine, or someone's playing a cruel trick on me." I said to him as I took a sip of my water. "You think it was really her?" He asked. "It sounded like her. But it could be one of Sunny's tricks."
"Sunny can't possess a dead person. I'm thinking that she's a ghost." Taker explained. I gasped. "Okay, I've gotten used to just about everything else in this supernatural world, but ghosts? Really?" I squealed. "Yes. Really. But we've never had to deal with one, so I don't know much about them." He sighed.
"What did she say?" Jericho asked. "She said that I needed to find and save her. And that she and I were in danger. Then she had to get off of the phone because 'he' was coming." How the hell can ghosts use a phone, anyway? "Someone's got her soul?" Kane asked his brother. "That's what I'm thinking. But from what I know, ghosts can't use phones." He shook his head in confusion. I started to panic again.
"Someone's got her soul? What the hell does that mean?" I asked. "There are some supernaturals who can trap souls and keep them. Usually, to torture them, or just to keep them from moving on." Taker explained. I gasped again. The feud of anger and sadness started again within my mind. "Who in the hell would want to torture Taylor's soul?" I felt the sensation to sob, but I didn't. I couldn't.
"Whoever's working with Sunny, perhaps? Maybe, just maybe, her helper isn't as oblivious as we think. Whoever they are, they're probably planning on using Taylor to get to you. But little do they know, Taylor's found a way to contact and warn you." Sheamus suggested. Taker, Kane, and Jericho looked at him, astonished at his brilliance. "Stephen's right. He's absolutely right." Taker mumbled to himself. He seemed to be deep in thought. "She did say that Sunny's name was familiar to her." I said to them.
"What else did she say?" Sheamus asked me. "Nothing. Dammit, I wish that I could call her again. How about we use a Ouija board to ask her where she is and who the guy is." I suggested. "Ouija boards. Are you serious?" Kane laughed. "Ouija boards work, but we have a simpler way to contact the afterlife. But if her soul's captured, we can't get in contact with her." Taker said.
"Well how did she contact Sayde?" Jericho asked. "Either she found a way out of her soul chamber, or the guy's an idiot." Taker answered him. I wanted to ask what a soul chamber was, but it's kinda self explanatory. I have many questions, but I can't ask. I'm too traumatized.
"Can we just read the books, please? I have to save my sister." A hint of sadness was in my voice, which made the anger in me even angrier. "Those are the texts that Bearer has. We're gonna have to go to his mortuary in Alabama to get them." Taker softly spoke as he took the glass away from me. "I don't care. I'll do whatever it takes to get her away from whoever it is that has her." And I mean it, too.
A/N: I hope you guys didn't really think that she would be pregnant, lol. There's too much going on right now, dontcha think? But I'm not gonna say that it's never gonna happen…
Okay, I put this on the new chapter of Yeah, I'm So Over You, but I had to put it on here, too. You don't have to read this part if you read it already, lol. Thanks peeps for your support : )
I just wanted to tell you all to keep Scott Hall in your prayers. I don't know if you've seen or heard how bad he's doing right now, but he needs them. I saw pictures. I couldn't bring myself to watch the video. He showed up at an autograph signing and could barely keep his eyes open and when he got to the show, he was in even worse shape. He couldn't even get into the ring without help from other wrestlers. He's in the hospital now & Kevin Nash said that Scott's gonna stay with him for a while when he gets out.
I'm praying for him and I hope that he gets well soon. And speaking of guys that can't get into the ring. Jeff at TNA's last PPV… I watched it on YouTube to see what all the buzz was about.
I wanted to cry. What in the hell, man? I don't have words for him, right now. Just know that I'm praying for him, too. But this leads me to go and question these wrestling companies.
WTF are their problems? Letting guys that are clearly incapable of putting on a safe match go out there. TNA's ridiculous. They saw him before the show. They knew he was fucked up. Hell, Bischoff or somebody found him passed out in the bathroom before the show. Why didn't they just change the card instead of letting him go out there risking his life, Sting's life, and even the referee's life? Ratings and buyrates aren't important when it comes to someone's safety, TNA. I have no respect for them as a company at all now.
And then we go to whatever the company is that let Scott out there in the condition he was in. He could barely walk, people had to help him. He was slurring his words. He looked like he needed to be rushed to the hospital pronto. But they still let him go out there and cut a long promo. I know it's a recession, but money is not as important as a life.