Chapter 7
Written by: Aya Miyata (Also the author of "Good at Being Bad")
Molly awoke when she felt the beginning rays of the sun begin to shine down on her.
She rose immediately when she realized she wasn't back in her hotel room. She looked around, confused, until the events of what happened only the night before came rushing back to her.
She gazed at Spike. His face might have not been handsome, in other's eyes, but he was to her. His eyes were closed, a smile on his face as if he was having a wonderful dream. Spike's blond hair was disheveled. Molly laughed softly, remembering one time when she had tried to fix his hair but found it impossible to do. She brushed strands of hair from his face. Spike stirred from his sleep, his eyes opened, his beautiful brown eyes twinkling. Molly was disappointed that he had awoken so quickly, he looked like an angel when asleep.
"Have you been up long Molly?" He asked.
Molly smiled, shaking her head.
She leaned in, so that their noses were touching.
"What time is it?"
Spike looked down at his watch. "9:30"
Her eyes widened, panic quickly setting in. Molly quickly got up, trying to gather her clothes together.
"What's wrong Molly?" Spike tried to calm her, but she quickly shook his arm from her shoulder.
"Kanyon is going to kill me if he knew I wasn't back in the hotel, I have to go back there right away." Molly put on the last of her shoes, hurriedly checking over herself to make sure she didn't look as if she had slept in the woods.
"I'll drive you back, if Kanyon means so much to you." Spike's face was full of hurt.
Molly shook her head, she didn't have time to deal with this right now, not when something more important, more life threatening was at stake, something that could possibly hurt Spike. "I drove here in my own car, if Kanyon saw you with me, I wouldn't want to find out what would happen."
With that, she ran out of the woods. Spike stared after her disappearing figure; she had gone out of his life as quickly as she had come.
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Molly had driven as fast as she could towards the hotel, afraid of what Kanyon might come to conclusions with, that he might guess who she had been with last night and what they had done.
She found Kanyon in the cafeteria room, talking to DDP and Hurricane.
Molly tapped on Kanyon's shoulder, her hand shaking.
Kanyon stopped talking, turning around and looking at her as if demanding an answer, it seemed as if he knew it was going to be her.
"I'm sorry Kanyon, I was staying with a friend and I forgot to let you know." Molly tried to make the story as believable as possible, horrible thoughts of Spike getting hurt running through her head. She was furious with herself for being so careless as to fall asleep in the woods, although she had felt safe in Spike's arms, he might not be safe in hers.
Kanyon's eyes were full of suspicion, of doubt.
She thought she had finally done something that was hopeless to talk out of, when DDP cut in. "I saw her hanging out with a girl in the lobby downstairs pretty late last night, she's telling the truth."
Kanyon glanced at him, then looked over Molly before nodding. "Just don't let it happen again."
She felt relief washing over her, although she tried to hide it. Molly had no idea why DDP had helped her by telling Kanyon a false hood, but she was thankful.
Kanyon turned to her. "I'm going to talk to Test about the match tonight."
Molly nodded eagerly, wanting to spend as little time with Kanyon as possible without making him doubtful.
When Kanyon had left, Molly smiled gratefully at DDP. "Thanks."
"Kanyon talked to me about everything, and the way I see it if he found out you were out there doing something…maybe with Spike? The way I see it, what do you think would make up for this lie?"
Her face turned white, so there was a string attached along with the help, she should have known better than to trust anyone of the Alliance, to think that someone would have heart.
DDP neared closer, putting his hand on her shoulder, traveling his hand lower.
Molly couldn't believe this was happening, she considered yelling for help, Kanyon would still be in earshot, but then DDP would probably make up another lie, maybe saying that she had come on to him? Then Kanyon would no doubtly hurt Spike and she couldn't let that happen. Not now, not ever.
Suddenly, DDP's wandering hands were no longer on her body. She opened her eyes, to see the sight of Hurricane punching DDP.
"Don't ever touch Molly again." Hurricane hit DDP in the jaw, causing him to stumble back.
DDP was at the disadvantage since he had not known he would be hit.
The members of the Alliance had quickly separated them.
Hurricane's usual cool demeanor had disappeared, and replaced was a rageful spirit.
"I'm going to kill you! Don't think you can get away with touching Molly like that! She's my friend, don't turn your back on me because you'll never know when I might come around." Hurricane tried to hurl himself from the wrestlers who pulled him back, but gave up when he couldn't struggle free. Instead, he had idolized threats towards DDP. Molly was afraid, Hurricane looked like he had meant every word, she didn't want anyone getting hurt over her, she wasn't worth their trouble.
"Hurricane, it's ok. Let's just go." Molly managed to pull Hurricane away from the crowd that had begun to form. Obviously, the Alliance enjoyed watching others get hurt, because they were cheering them on, instead of stopping the fight once and for all.
"I appreciate your help Hurricane, but you shouldn't have put yourself on the line to try to save me, you know I could take care of myself."
Hurricane looked away mumbling "You're my friend Molly, I only wanted to help you out, I didn't mean to get you mad."
Molly hugged him. "You're my friend too, and from the likes of it, my only friend in the Alliance."
They didn't see the shadow from behind the curtains, where Kanyon stood, listening in.
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DDP walked down the hall, wiping the blood from his mouth.
Hurricane better not get in my way, or else I'll teach him.
He was embarrassed, in front of the whole Alliance, he had to do something to regain his status, and just standing by, letting Hurricane get away with this wasn't the answer.
DDP smiled to himself, he felt a lot better now that he had decided what he was about to do.
Tomorrow, when everyone is watching.
An immense pain went bombarding through his head. He fell, falling unconscious.
The person looked around, to make sure there weren't any witnesses, if there was, they would have to go too.
Dragging DDP to his locker room, he closed the door.
With a cloth, the person wiped DDP's blood from the hammer.
It had used a knife before, to end the pathetic life of Christian, but this time, it wanted to have fun, to torture before killing.
It pushed DDP onto the couch, throwing ice water on his face, making him sputtering, awakening. It grabbed DDP's hair, pulling his hair back. DDP groaned in pain, his vision was blurry, he could feel something slowly start to make its way down his face, but he wasn't sure if it was blood or water.
"What the hell are you doing? You'll never get away with this."
The person never answered, simply whispering "Game over." Before pushing DDP towards the television, the screen exploding. He never had a chance.
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"Hey baby, when's our next match going to be?" Stacy Keibler peered into DDP's locker room.
She started screaming when she discovered DDP's body, blood forming a pool underneath him, and on the wall, written in blood "Who's famous now?"
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Molly and Hurricane had arrived at the arena, walking down the halls to reach their locker room.
Along the way, they passed by Alliance members, who looked at them strangely; some of them were glaring at them.
Molly looked up and met Hurricane's eye, confusion in both their faces.
They entered their locker room to discover police and Shane McMahon waiting for them.
"Hurricane we are arresting you for 1st degree murder. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do will be used against you." The police pushed Hurricane against the wall, handcuffing him.
"Why are you arresting him?" Molly grabbed Shane McMahon, demanding for an answer.
"DDP was murdered last night, and everyone saw in the cafeteria room how Hurricane threatened him, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out." Shane answered dryly.
Molly's eyes filled with tears. Hurricane wouldn't have done this, he had promised her. He wouldn't have gone through with it anyhow, he was too nice, too considerate of other's. He never would have done anything as horrible as murder…..or would he?
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