Chapter 5, Tainted Blood
By: Aya Miyata (Also author of "Good at Being Bad")
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Molly and Lita had stayed up the entire night, just talking, knowing that in one way they understood each other, a special bond started between them when they had learned of each other's happenings. That seemed to be the only bright side of that situation. Lita had tried to convince her out of what she was about to do, but her reassurances fell on deaf ears, because Molly had already made up her mind, to sacrifice herself in order to save Spike.
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The next day, Spike caught her in the middle of the hallway, thirty minutes before his match against the Hurricane.
"I've been looking all over for you Molly, I heard what happened…I should have been here, been here for you. I'm so sorry…" Spike tried to make eye contact with her, knowing that only forgiveness would be in her beautiful blue eyes.
But his heart sank, when his eyes stared into hers, her eyes were strangely empty, void of any emotions, void of any feeling. He had always joked to her that her eyes were like the window to her soul, that he could always tell if something was wrong, but today was different. Spike could tell she was getting uncomfortable, with him looking deep into her eyes, but he was desperate to try to find any feelings that would show him, tell him, what was wrong. He thought he saw a flicker of sadness flash by, though it disappeared too quickly for him to be sure.
"Molly?" Spike asked, his voice a question.
Molly released her hand from his, mumbling "I have to go get ready for your match, bye."
She walked away, not skipping as she normally did, but walked as if a great deal of pain was riding on her shoulder.
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Spike was waiting behind the Titantron, waiting for his cue to step out to the ramp. As every minute passed by, he was more worried. Molly was always on time for everything, always arriving early. But he looked around, he would have to go out side the ring in two minutes, and Molly was no where in sight. When he was about to go out without Molly by his side, she caught up with him.
He received the cue to walk outside to the ramp but Molly stopped him, holding him back by his arm.
"Spike, kiss me." She said, her voice one of yearning, of desperation, not the always happy Molly voice that he had grown so fond of.
"We have to go out there…" Spike looked through the curtains, but turned around to lightly kiss her lips.
Spike held her hand in his, leading her outside, down the ramp.
Spike tried to slide into the ring as he always had done, but stopped midway when Molly once again held him back.
She whispered into his ear "I love you."
He tilted his head to the side, his face a mask of confusion. She had never said that to him unless they were alone, and now there she was telling him in front of thousands.
He got into the ring, shaking his head to try to clear his head and to concentrate on his match.
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Molly watched on as Spike was clotheslined by Hurricane.
She flinched every time he hit the mat, as if he wouldn't get up for the next.
She glanced at the side of the ramp. Kanyon was there, just as he had told her he would be. He was staring at her, signaling to her that she should be paying attention to the match.
Molly turned to Spike, making sure that he wasn't looking her way, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see Kanyon, but he would get suspicious if she weren't rooting him on.
Hurricane did "The Eye of the Hurricane", as Spike lay in the middle of the ring, oblivious to his surroundings, Hurricane nodded to her.
She had tears in her eyes, as she ran over to the side of the ring, grabbing a metal chair. She slid into the ring, the chair clutched tightly in her hands. Molly could hear the crowd cheering, thinking that she had come to save Spike. Instead, she had thrown the chair for Hurricane to catch, so that he could hit Spike as he staggered up.
As he lay once again on the mat, he himself had tears in his eyes, not because Hurricane had given him a chair shot to the head, but that Molly had helped Hurricane into doing so.
He could feel the effects of the chair shot. His head was throbbing, making it difficult for him to stand.
Hurricane had pushed her, telling her to make her move. She tried to shake her head, but froze when she saw Kanyon slowly approaching the ring.
Molly could see that Spike was beginning to get to his feet, she looked into his eyes one last time, begging for his forgiveness, hope that he would understand why she was doing this, yelling in her heart that this wasn't what she wanted, she would never would have hurt Spike unless it was to save him, she would give up her life easily if it would save his.
Forgive me.
Molly grabbed Spike by the head, executing a Molly-Go-Round.
She could hear the crowds gasp in shock, she knew what they were thinking. This wasn't supposed to happen, Molly's Spike's girlfriend.
Well no longer, and not by choice.
Hurricane tried to help her to her feet, but she slapped his hand away, not wanting to associate with anyone that had even remotely agreed to Kanyon's evil deeds.
Hurricane led her out of the ring before she could check for herself, to make sure that Spike was all right. At the top of the ring, Shane McMahon was waiting, vigorously shaking Molly's hand, welcoming her to the Alliance.
Molly didn't blame him, not at all, since he didn't know of Kanyon's plans, what he had in store for her. She turned, glancing at the ring when Shane and Hurricane had not been watching. She had almost sighed in relief as she watched Spike get up. But what she couldn't handle, was the anguish he had in his eyes, an emotion that had never directed to her, now was.
I will never love another, although my love may never understand why I left.
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As soon as Hurricane and Molly had gotten backstage, Edge and the Hardy Boyz were there, waiting for her.
"What the hell do you think your doing Molly? The Alliance? Have you gone nuts?" Edge yelled at her.
Hurricane stepped in front of Molly, putting space between her and the others.
"Maybe she decided to join the good side, since everyone knows WWF doesn't stand a chance compared to the Alliance," Hurricane said, not backing down.
Molly looked up at Hurricane in surprise and confusion, maybe he didn't know what Kanyon had planned all along, maybe he was just another victim, lured by fame, never knowing what he had agreed himself into.
After Edge and the Hardy Boyz had left, Hurricane went off, saying something about having to find Lance Storm and Ivory.
She was about to walk to her locker room when she felt someone cover her mouth.
Her eyes widened, she whirled around.
"Shh, be quiet, if anyone heard us talking they'll think I wanted to join the Alliance," Lita put a finger to her lips to silence Molly.
Molly gestured for Lita to follow to her locker room.
Once the door was safely closed, Lita turned to Molly saying "Are you sure what you did was the right thing to do? We could have told Vince everything, he could have kept you safe."
Molly shook her head. "He could have kept Spike safe while he was in the arena, but outside he would be on his own, I just can't take the risk, I don't know what I would do without him."
"Well by breaking up with him, it's like not being with him, you should have seen him Molly, you didn't have to see him go walk down the hallways, never looking up at anyone or even giving them a chance to talk, all he did was walk to his locker room, and anyone would have to be an idiot not to know that he was crying."
Molly started to cry tears of her own.
"I'm sorry Molly, I didn't say that to make you cry, I just wanted to make sure you made the best decision that you can make." Lita said, hugging her.
"I did the best I can, I don't want to take risks if it meant putting Spike's life in danger. This is the decision I made, and the one I'll keep."
Lita nodded, knowing it wouldn't do any good to argue. Lita got up. "Listen, I better go before anyone catches me in your locker room, I'll talk to you later."
Lita was walking down the hall, making her way back to the Hardy Boyz' locker room when she heard her name. She stopped to listen. She leaned to peer out the corner. It was Test and Kanyon. She quickly pulled back, hiding herself within the shelves and the shadows as she listened.
"Man, Lita was a piece of cake, those wrestlers saying that she was pretty strong that she would be a hell of a mountain to climb? Ha, she practically gave me everything, I hardly had to ask."
Lita's face paled. Test was talking about what had happened to someone else, and not just to anyone. Kanyon.
"That is so awesome, I just wish Molly would like me…" Kanyon said, his voice trailing off.
"You are too weak, you should just take what you can and leave her when you get bored," Test laughed.
Kanyon smiled "Maybe your right man."
"I'm always right, you think I would have gotten to where I was today if I wasn't?"
Kanyon laughed, high fiving Test.
Lita suddenly felt tired, as if she could sleep for hours without end. She rushed into the Hardy Boyz locker room.
"Hey where you going? We have our match next, I thought you were going along ringside with us?" Jeff asked when she had swung her sports bag over her shoulder and was about to leave.
"Sorry, change of plans, I feel really tired, tell Vince sorry for me." She closed the door before Matt or Jeff could reply.
Lita tried to avoid the hall where Kanyon and Test were talking, but it was inevitable, the hall was the only way out of the arena.
She took a deep breath and passed by them quickly. She could feel their stares on her back but she ignored them, quickly walking out into the fresh air of the night.
