A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I hope you all like this one as much.
--
Ric slowly opened his eyes to find himself in his own blood. His eyes widened at the sight of the cut on his wrist, almost as if he didn't remember doing it. He rushed to the sink, nearly slipping, and ran the warm water, placing his wrist underneath it. He bit his lip and the stinging feel of the water's contact to the large cut.
He watched the blood spiral down the drain, nearly hypnotizing himself. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he jumped at the sound of a hard knock.
"RIC!" A voice on the other side shouted.
"Arn?" Ric whispered. More people began to pound at the door and they shouted for him, "Ric!"
Ric spotted the razor that helped him on the ground and stared at it as he picked it up. His hand trembled and he looked at his clean wrist.
"Ric! Open the door!"
Ric glared at the door, giving it an annoyed look. He turned back to the razor in his hand. He brought it to his wrist and froze to think. Fast? Slow? He wanted to feel the pain crawl through him. It'd be better than the emotional pain he was enduring.
"RIC!" With one swift move, Ric slashed his wrist and then screamed out in agony! His face twisted in pain and he slammed his fist against the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces. The doorknob rattled at the hand of someone outside. Flair threw the razor across the bathroom floor, "They won't care, Arn! Leave me alone!"
The pounding increased as the shouting voices demanded Ric to open the door. Ric looked at his arm; it was littered in blood and glass. Blood dripped onto the tile floor as his body began to weaken again.
"RIC!"
He shut his eyes tight, trying to think straight but failed. He staggered a bit and nearly fell back, but ended up against the door with a 'thud'. "RIC!"
Ric took a desperate breath and managed to utter, "Call. . . Beth. . ." He slid down the door again and landed in the puddle of his blood.
~Meanwhile~
Beth watched the rain through the window in silence. The only sound was the splatter of rain drops, hitting the outside World. Her hands were clasped together, nervously, and they slightly shook, under their own pressure. She was tense.
She beheld a horrible feeling in her but she had no idea what it was. She found herself not wanting to know, since her current state was bad enough. She turned to the television, which was on mute. The announcers, King and Jim Ross, were on screen and they seemed incredibly serious.
She knew her husband's match was next, but she could wait to see it. She sat on an armchair and sighed, calmly. She closed her eyes as her hands clutched the armrests. The feeling she had was growing worse, almost impassioned. She thought of Ric and hoped he was okay. He was usually the one who made her feel as nervous as she was.
Tired of listening to her paranoia, she un-muted the TV. "We will inform you of Ric Flair's whereabouts, as soon as possible." Jim Ross said. Beth dropped the remote in shock. What was wrong with him? He hadn't even had his match yet and already, something was wrong with him?!
She turned to the phone beside her, and as if on cue, it rang. She jumped for it, "Hello?" "Beth, are you watching?" Beth nodded, despite the fact that Arn couldn't see, "What's wrong with him?" Thunder clapped as she waited in suspense for a reply.
"Come quick," Arn said and then hung up.
--
Ric slowly opened his eyes to find himself in his own blood. His eyes widened at the sight of the cut on his wrist, almost as if he didn't remember doing it. He rushed to the sink, nearly slipping, and ran the warm water, placing his wrist underneath it. He bit his lip and the stinging feel of the water's contact to the large cut.
He watched the blood spiral down the drain, nearly hypnotizing himself. As he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, he jumped at the sound of a hard knock.
"RIC!" A voice on the other side shouted.
"Arn?" Ric whispered. More people began to pound at the door and they shouted for him, "Ric!"
Ric spotted the razor that helped him on the ground and stared at it as he picked it up. His hand trembled and he looked at his clean wrist.
"Ric! Open the door!"
Ric glared at the door, giving it an annoyed look. He turned back to the razor in his hand. He brought it to his wrist and froze to think. Fast? Slow? He wanted to feel the pain crawl through him. It'd be better than the emotional pain he was enduring.
"RIC!" With one swift move, Ric slashed his wrist and then screamed out in agony! His face twisted in pain and he slammed his fist against the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces. The doorknob rattled at the hand of someone outside. Flair threw the razor across the bathroom floor, "They won't care, Arn! Leave me alone!"
The pounding increased as the shouting voices demanded Ric to open the door. Ric looked at his arm; it was littered in blood and glass. Blood dripped onto the tile floor as his body began to weaken again.
"RIC!"
He shut his eyes tight, trying to think straight but failed. He staggered a bit and nearly fell back, but ended up against the door with a 'thud'. "RIC!"
Ric took a desperate breath and managed to utter, "Call. . . Beth. . ." He slid down the door again and landed in the puddle of his blood.
~Meanwhile~
Beth watched the rain through the window in silence. The only sound was the splatter of rain drops, hitting the outside World. Her hands were clasped together, nervously, and they slightly shook, under their own pressure. She was tense.
She beheld a horrible feeling in her but she had no idea what it was. She found herself not wanting to know, since her current state was bad enough. She turned to the television, which was on mute. The announcers, King and Jim Ross, were on screen and they seemed incredibly serious.
She knew her husband's match was next, but she could wait to see it. She sat on an armchair and sighed, calmly. She closed her eyes as her hands clutched the armrests. The feeling she had was growing worse, almost impassioned. She thought of Ric and hoped he was okay. He was usually the one who made her feel as nervous as she was.
Tired of listening to her paranoia, she un-muted the TV. "We will inform you of Ric Flair's whereabouts, as soon as possible." Jim Ross said. Beth dropped the remote in shock. What was wrong with him? He hadn't even had his match yet and already, something was wrong with him?!
She turned to the phone beside her, and as if on cue, it rang. She jumped for it, "Hello?" "Beth, are you watching?" Beth nodded, despite the fact that Arn couldn't see, "What's wrong with him?" Thunder clapped as she waited in suspense for a reply.
"Come quick," Arn said and then hung up.
--