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Someone had poured pain into her body; her head was full to the brim with an especially sore spot at the back. Sara turned onto her side; maybe it would all go away if she slept a while. Crashes rumbled in the room below making the floor she lay on shake a little, urgh no such luck.
She had to find Mark, she was aware of that, whoever had hit her head was still there probably. Her eyes opened, it was dark, a cooling relief for her head. She could hear voices, soft and fuzzy to her ears at first but as she struggled to her knees, became clear and sharp.
That was when she was aware of Mark's leather coat thrown over her, he must have dropped it on her to protect her she guessed, she pulled it tightly around her shoulders. She could hear Mark speaking calmly, the other voice was almost jagged by comparison, mocking before dropping to deep and smooth. Sara managed to crawl forward, as carefully and quietly as she could until she reached a wall. She sat up against it, gulping in the cold- tinged air. The pain was drifting away slowly, bit by bit, leaving her with a headache. She inched her way along the wall, getting closer to the voices.
They were a terrifying sight; Jezebel and Mark, face to face, both dressed in red and black, their eyes glowing that identical bright green.
There seemed, to Sara's eyes, to be a crackle of green electricity around them, jumping and sparking. She blinked; it was still there, was she seeing things? There appeared to be something connecting them, leaving them unable to look away from the other's eyes. Suddenly Jezebel raised an arm and Mark was swept off his feet, landing hard against the wall. Jezebel lowered her arm and stood, almost appearing to grow taller as she folded her arms.
"Isn't it amazing what a little practice can do? Huh Phenom?"
Sara felt daggers of ice enter her, chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her arms around her knees and then pulled her hood up over forehead.
Then it disappeared, melted away from her it seemed. She heard Jezebel speak again. "What do you think I've been doing all the time I was missing? Hibernating? I've been sharpening, honing my gift, until it's so razor sharp" she made a clutching gesture in the air and Mark felt an invisible hand squeeze his throat, almost choking him until suddenly it let go "that I could stand over your fallen body" she finished.
There was another silence as they became locked again in their intense battle, aware only of each other as they stared. Mark suddenly swiped the air and Jezebel staggered backwards, a hand to her face as if she'd been hit. There had been no sound, no contact but it was clear to Sara that damage had been done. Then it hit her, why Mark had been so evasive about Jezebel; he was the same as her, he and she shared this gift, being able to use their minds. Jezebel had trained herself but Mark had buried it, trying to forget it and her all together, he was at a disadvantage. Sara got to her feet, she to do something, she'd never forgive herself if she just sat and did nothing while Mark suffered.
She pulled his coat off and eased closer. Jezebel had recovered and was storming towards Mark who was trying to get to his feet. Sara plunged into the middle, realizing at the last minute she was going head long into the mysterious green electricity as well. But there was no shock, just a tingling sensation in her skin. She didn't have time to wonder, she slammed herself into Jezebel, throwing the coat over the other's head, using it to pull her to the ground before retreating around a corner. Jezebel screamed in rage and pulled the coat off, reaching for the culprit who had so unexpectedly grounded her but finding only thin air.
Mark immediately spun a fist to his chest, sending Jezebel shooting upwards. She was about to hit the ceiling when she sliced a hand through the air, causing her to stop then fall back to earth, landing on her feet. Mark threw a hand towards her as if releasing something, a ball of that green fizzling electricity appeared inches in front of her. She put a hand up; twisting it as though pulling the curious ball to her then shot her hand forward, sending it racing back at Mark. He ducked as it zoomed rapidly at his face; it narrowly missed him and smashed into the wall, sending sparks showering over him. He tried to swat them away but they covered him, stinging his flesh, making him grimace from the sharp pain.
Sara stood rigidly against the wall, shining with sweat, unable to tear her eyes away from the fight. Red welts appeared on Mark's skin where the sparks had dissolved, he grabbed his coat from the floor and pulled it on to protect his skin from further attacks. Sara looked at her own skin; there were no marks at all. The electricity had seemed to flow into her and now she felt something stir inside her. A thought formed, was it possible that through all her time spent with Mark something of his gift had rubbed off on her or had it been there all the time? She had to work it out, now. Then she felt a pair of eyes study her, Jezebel had found her.
*
Unconsciousness began creeping into his mind, causing him to close his eyes. He felt his life being squeezed out of him, coming out in spitting dry coughs. Through the glimmers of darkness that seemed to surround him, he weakly tried to fight off Rob. Rob was laughing, throwing punches for Jeff to try to fight away.
"You haven't a chance," sneered Stacy from behind Jeff, her legs still firmly clasped around his neck, still applying pressure, still laughing at him
"I am not going down" the thought thinly formed in Jeff's mind. He blinked, trying in vain to get rid of the mist clouding his vision. He waited until Rob got close to him then with a surge of strength; Jeff lifted his feet off the ground and smashed them into the side of Rob's head, nearly bringing him stumbling to the floor. Rob shook his head to clear it and gave Jeff a venomous look
"Think you're pretty clever, huh?" Stacy hissed in Jeff's ear
Jeff gasped as she squeezed his neck even more tightly. He began scratching at her legs, then pounding on them with his fists, anything to make her release him. He didn't see Rob's fist flying towards his face until it was too late, it shocked him out of and drew deeper into unconsciousness. Suddenly Stacy's legs released him, causing him to fall back onto the stone. He lay silently, closing his eyes, breathing in deeply. He was learning that every second was precious here because you didn't know when the next attack would start. His head felt full and thick, like it was about to explode; his back was still layered with the incredible soreness that was the result of being slammed onto solid stone. He needed to sleep for a very long time to recover and go to a masseur to work out all the soreness in his back. He could hear voices talking quietly, he opened his eyes.
Rob and Stacy stood near his feet, an unusual disproportional picture; Stacy, tall, thin and stunning, her legs in black pants, a green shirt covering her upper body with one of the sleeves ripped from the shoulder down, her skin had scratches on and in some places deep cuts, her face bore a bloody gash. Rob, broad, compact and muscley, his hair falling out of it's usual sleek ponytail, his clothes dusty, grubby and ripped, a bump on his forehead beginning to show. It was as if they were talking backstage but there was something in their eyes that made them different from that; some light had gone out in them. Shadows were what Rob had said they were, he was telling the truth Jeff realized, shadows but solid, full of erupting anger and power. He began to inch his way across the floor as slowly as he could, it was a long shot but since he had a chance to escape he was going to use it.
Someone grabbed a handful of his jacket and pulled him clean off the ground, leaving his limbs dangling helplessly
"And you're going where?" Rob asked menacingly.
Jeff felt a foot connect sharply with his stomach, Stacy kept kicking, that twisted smile on her face again as he coughed and groaned from the pain. Jeff could hear Rob laughing mockingly. He kicked back, connecting with Rob's knees, earning a groan and a slackened grip. New hands seized Jeff and threw him as far across the basement as they could. Rob stumbled back a little, a hand to his knee
"Damn ring injury" he muttered to himself
Stacy stalked towards Jeff's fallen body, he could hear her determined footsteps, which sounded pounding and reverberating to his sore head. When he felt her get closer, he swung his legs around, sweeping her feet from underneath her. He rolled into the nearest shadows where he hoped he could safely observe them. Stacy began getting to her feet when she collapsed onto the ground, a hand to her head. She scowled, her eyes squeezed shut, and seeming to listen before her face relaxed and she got to her feet, brushing her hands off
"You all right babe?" she asked Rob who hobbled up beside her
"I'll be fine, get a message?"
"Uh huh, seems someone has something we didn't anticipate so I'm gonna go help, you can take care of things here right?"
"Sure thing"
Stacy smiled and walked away into the shadows. Jeff heard her walk up wooden steps then a door open and close. Rob took time to silently observe the room before locking onto Jeff's crouching form. That happy RVD smile spread over his face
"Want to hear my name Jeff?" he asked softly, a ring of menace to his words
"No" Jeff replied loudly, crawling into the shadows as if that would help him escape, foreboding washing over him as he realized how futile it was.
"Reckless" Rob whispered gleefully
Jeff tensed his body, trying to steel himself against what was about to happen. Icy fingers probed at him, causing that paralyzing coldness to sweep over him, numbing all his senses. He tried to crawl further away but his legs dragged on the floor, his arms too, lifeless and useless. He gasped, trying to breathe in enough air to keep him conscious. It didn't work. He was taken.
*
Amy cautiously moved about the room, a single lamp illuminating its contents. There had been a fight she summarized. A chair lay on it's side, looking like a wounded animal, pieces of something china smashed lay everywhere; behind the couch and dotted the floor. Blood stained the carpet, thumbprints of red, dried and dark. Who's blood was it? Her pulse quickened at the thought, one of her friends who'd gone before her or Jezebel's or one of her cronies? She knelt, careful not to bend her neck and touched one of the spots, it was nearly dried up. What had happened here? It made her feel guilty, not knowing if one of her friends had bleed, she should have been here. As she carefully got to her feet, trying to piece together what had happened, she suddenly heard voices yelling and the dull sound of something hitting the wall. She ran towards the noise, hoping she could help.
*
"C'mon Matt! Give me a hand here" Trish said angrily
There was no response; she fell exhaustedly to the floor. She'd been banging on the door and yelling for help for the past few minutes, hoping in vain that one of the others would hear and come to investigate. Matt hadn't helped, just sat against the wall lifelessly. He looked up at Trish's words, her appearance snapping him out of his daydream. She looked totally drained, pale skin, eyes closed, shaking slightly
"Idiot" he silently berated himself "she's been through a tough fight and now's trying to help get you out of here" "You ok?" he said softly
"I'll survive," she said, avoiding the question
Matt hurried over to her and pulled his jacket off, wrapping it around her. She smiled her thanks
"Sorry"
"What for?"
"Being an ass and not helping"
"You were kinda deep in thought, what was on your mind?"
"Amy" he replied reluctantly "all she's been through, what you guys went through, I should have been there"
"Stop right now, there was nothing you could do"
"I know but I can't help feeling guilty"
"Right" Trish suddenly sat up "lets try to bust out of here"
"Trish, lie back, you'll kill yourself"
"It'll take your mind off things, come on"
Matt shook his head, grinning; he'd forgotten how tireless Trish was once she set her mind to something. When she wanted to improve her in-ring abilities, she'd spent hours with the road agents and other talent, learning and trying until she got it right. Now she stood, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room. Matt knew what was there without looking; the iron chair, a couple of cardboard boxes and some narrow windows on one wall right at the top. The only logical way out was the door.
"The lock's on the outside" mused Trish, evidently thinking the same thing "Could we pry the hinges off?"
"Doubt it," answered Matt
Suddenly, there was a scrabbling sound on the other side of the door, followed by a soft clunk. Trish looked over to Matt, looking worried and wondering who it could be. Matt shrugged, the logical answer was Jezebel but she'd been in twice already. The door swung open to reveal a thin dark figure that took a few tentative steps inside before they recognized who it was properly
"Amy!" Matt couldn't be bothered to lower his voice and nearly launched himself at her but she stopped him, gesturing to her neck brace. She sat down quickly and as soon as Matt did, pulled him into a hug.
Trish went just outside the door to check if anyone had come running at the noise. She listened carefully; she could hear people talking somewhere, punctuated by cries of pain. She slipped back inside the room; Matt and Amy sat with their arms around each other, huge happy smiles on their faces.
"Amy, you sure you should be here after your surgery?" Trish asked softly, leaning against the wall
"No but I couldn't miss out, you guys need as much help as possible"
"I know, I'd better fill you in, actually Matt, you fill her in" Trish sank to the floor, pain shooting through her back suddenly. She lay silently, drifting into broken listless sleep, Matt and Amy's murmured voices rising and falling in and out of her dreams. When she slept, the pain ebbed away, leaving her warm and comfortable. A pair of hands gently shook her awake and when she opened her eyes, the cold swept through her like a bucket of cold water. Matt helped her to her feet as Amy paced the floor furiously, a narrow-eyed look of anger on her face
"How long was I out?" asked Trish drowsily, rubbing her eyes
"Long enough" replied Matt with a smile, he glanced at Amy "she's taking it all a little hard, especially the discovery of Stacy's involvement or rather Eternal"
Trish stood in front of Amy and gripped her shoulders, preventing any more pacing. Amy's eyes were full of swirling hatred and angry disbelief as she lifted them to look at Trish
"Ames, we have to concentrate, we've gotta get the others out of here and get rid of Jezebel and her friends" Trish said. Before Amy could reply, violent crashes and shouting started beneath them
"I've been hearing that for a while" said Matt "could be that Mark and Sara ran into trouble"
"Or Jeff" added Trish quietly, her voice filled with worry
Matt and Amy didn't say anything; both knowing now was not the time to start asking questions. They all stood silently, their thoughts and ideas unspoken
"I'm going downstairs," said Trish suddenly
"Well I'm coming with you" said Amy "sounds pretty dangerous and we can have safety in numbers"
"So that leaves me where?" joked Matt
"I heard something going on in the front of the house, your call" supplied Trish
"All right, but I want an agreement" the girls looked at him expectantly "when we're done in our areas or it gets to dangerous or it sounds like the others need help, we find each other"
"Done" fired back Amy
Trish nodded and walked to the door. As she opened it, she looked back at them; they looked back, eyes shining, they were happy to be together but wary of what would happy, worried about the other. She gave a wide smile. "Time to take it the extreme guys"
Read, enjoy, and review! Thanx to all the mega people who take time to review this story, I am so grateful. I couldn't do this without ur encouragement and inspiring words, big thanx to the special people who have become friends and always tell me what they think: Fallen Angel, BizGirlCharlie, Tempest and Harmonized. Also thanx to Liz for always reviewing this story, thanx girl! Keep reading and reviewing!
Author Recommendations: 'Humanity's Conscience' and its sequel 'Blurred Turquoise' by Harmonized (she's a good friend and I just love this story so please read and review) 'Return of the Princess' by Fallen Angel and me (cheeky I know but hey, it's a good story!) My other stories! Lol: 'Still a Superheroine, but not a sidekick' and 'Making their Way'
Please check these out!
Someone had poured pain into her body; her head was full to the brim with an especially sore spot at the back. Sara turned onto her side; maybe it would all go away if she slept a while. Crashes rumbled in the room below making the floor she lay on shake a little, urgh no such luck.
She had to find Mark, she was aware of that, whoever had hit her head was still there probably. Her eyes opened, it was dark, a cooling relief for her head. She could hear voices, soft and fuzzy to her ears at first but as she struggled to her knees, became clear and sharp.
That was when she was aware of Mark's leather coat thrown over her, he must have dropped it on her to protect her she guessed, she pulled it tightly around her shoulders. She could hear Mark speaking calmly, the other voice was almost jagged by comparison, mocking before dropping to deep and smooth. Sara managed to crawl forward, as carefully and quietly as she could until she reached a wall. She sat up against it, gulping in the cold- tinged air. The pain was drifting away slowly, bit by bit, leaving her with a headache. She inched her way along the wall, getting closer to the voices.
They were a terrifying sight; Jezebel and Mark, face to face, both dressed in red and black, their eyes glowing that identical bright green.
There seemed, to Sara's eyes, to be a crackle of green electricity around them, jumping and sparking. She blinked; it was still there, was she seeing things? There appeared to be something connecting them, leaving them unable to look away from the other's eyes. Suddenly Jezebel raised an arm and Mark was swept off his feet, landing hard against the wall. Jezebel lowered her arm and stood, almost appearing to grow taller as she folded her arms.
"Isn't it amazing what a little practice can do? Huh Phenom?"
Sara felt daggers of ice enter her, chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her arms around her knees and then pulled her hood up over forehead.
Then it disappeared, melted away from her it seemed. She heard Jezebel speak again. "What do you think I've been doing all the time I was missing? Hibernating? I've been sharpening, honing my gift, until it's so razor sharp" she made a clutching gesture in the air and Mark felt an invisible hand squeeze his throat, almost choking him until suddenly it let go "that I could stand over your fallen body" she finished.
There was another silence as they became locked again in their intense battle, aware only of each other as they stared. Mark suddenly swiped the air and Jezebel staggered backwards, a hand to her face as if she'd been hit. There had been no sound, no contact but it was clear to Sara that damage had been done. Then it hit her, why Mark had been so evasive about Jezebel; he was the same as her, he and she shared this gift, being able to use their minds. Jezebel had trained herself but Mark had buried it, trying to forget it and her all together, he was at a disadvantage. Sara got to her feet, she to do something, she'd never forgive herself if she just sat and did nothing while Mark suffered.
She pulled his coat off and eased closer. Jezebel had recovered and was storming towards Mark who was trying to get to his feet. Sara plunged into the middle, realizing at the last minute she was going head long into the mysterious green electricity as well. But there was no shock, just a tingling sensation in her skin. She didn't have time to wonder, she slammed herself into Jezebel, throwing the coat over the other's head, using it to pull her to the ground before retreating around a corner. Jezebel screamed in rage and pulled the coat off, reaching for the culprit who had so unexpectedly grounded her but finding only thin air.
Mark immediately spun a fist to his chest, sending Jezebel shooting upwards. She was about to hit the ceiling when she sliced a hand through the air, causing her to stop then fall back to earth, landing on her feet. Mark threw a hand towards her as if releasing something, a ball of that green fizzling electricity appeared inches in front of her. She put a hand up; twisting it as though pulling the curious ball to her then shot her hand forward, sending it racing back at Mark. He ducked as it zoomed rapidly at his face; it narrowly missed him and smashed into the wall, sending sparks showering over him. He tried to swat them away but they covered him, stinging his flesh, making him grimace from the sharp pain.
Sara stood rigidly against the wall, shining with sweat, unable to tear her eyes away from the fight. Red welts appeared on Mark's skin where the sparks had dissolved, he grabbed his coat from the floor and pulled it on to protect his skin from further attacks. Sara looked at her own skin; there were no marks at all. The electricity had seemed to flow into her and now she felt something stir inside her. A thought formed, was it possible that through all her time spent with Mark something of his gift had rubbed off on her or had it been there all the time? She had to work it out, now. Then she felt a pair of eyes study her, Jezebel had found her.
*
Unconsciousness began creeping into his mind, causing him to close his eyes. He felt his life being squeezed out of him, coming out in spitting dry coughs. Through the glimmers of darkness that seemed to surround him, he weakly tried to fight off Rob. Rob was laughing, throwing punches for Jeff to try to fight away.
"You haven't a chance," sneered Stacy from behind Jeff, her legs still firmly clasped around his neck, still applying pressure, still laughing at him
"I am not going down" the thought thinly formed in Jeff's mind. He blinked, trying in vain to get rid of the mist clouding his vision. He waited until Rob got close to him then with a surge of strength; Jeff lifted his feet off the ground and smashed them into the side of Rob's head, nearly bringing him stumbling to the floor. Rob shook his head to clear it and gave Jeff a venomous look
"Think you're pretty clever, huh?" Stacy hissed in Jeff's ear
Jeff gasped as she squeezed his neck even more tightly. He began scratching at her legs, then pounding on them with his fists, anything to make her release him. He didn't see Rob's fist flying towards his face until it was too late, it shocked him out of and drew deeper into unconsciousness. Suddenly Stacy's legs released him, causing him to fall back onto the stone. He lay silently, closing his eyes, breathing in deeply. He was learning that every second was precious here because you didn't know when the next attack would start. His head felt full and thick, like it was about to explode; his back was still layered with the incredible soreness that was the result of being slammed onto solid stone. He needed to sleep for a very long time to recover and go to a masseur to work out all the soreness in his back. He could hear voices talking quietly, he opened his eyes.
Rob and Stacy stood near his feet, an unusual disproportional picture; Stacy, tall, thin and stunning, her legs in black pants, a green shirt covering her upper body with one of the sleeves ripped from the shoulder down, her skin had scratches on and in some places deep cuts, her face bore a bloody gash. Rob, broad, compact and muscley, his hair falling out of it's usual sleek ponytail, his clothes dusty, grubby and ripped, a bump on his forehead beginning to show. It was as if they were talking backstage but there was something in their eyes that made them different from that; some light had gone out in them. Shadows were what Rob had said they were, he was telling the truth Jeff realized, shadows but solid, full of erupting anger and power. He began to inch his way across the floor as slowly as he could, it was a long shot but since he had a chance to escape he was going to use it.
Someone grabbed a handful of his jacket and pulled him clean off the ground, leaving his limbs dangling helplessly
"And you're going where?" Rob asked menacingly.
Jeff felt a foot connect sharply with his stomach, Stacy kept kicking, that twisted smile on her face again as he coughed and groaned from the pain. Jeff could hear Rob laughing mockingly. He kicked back, connecting with Rob's knees, earning a groan and a slackened grip. New hands seized Jeff and threw him as far across the basement as they could. Rob stumbled back a little, a hand to his knee
"Damn ring injury" he muttered to himself
Stacy stalked towards Jeff's fallen body, he could hear her determined footsteps, which sounded pounding and reverberating to his sore head. When he felt her get closer, he swung his legs around, sweeping her feet from underneath her. He rolled into the nearest shadows where he hoped he could safely observe them. Stacy began getting to her feet when she collapsed onto the ground, a hand to her head. She scowled, her eyes squeezed shut, and seeming to listen before her face relaxed and she got to her feet, brushing her hands off
"You all right babe?" she asked Rob who hobbled up beside her
"I'll be fine, get a message?"
"Uh huh, seems someone has something we didn't anticipate so I'm gonna go help, you can take care of things here right?"
"Sure thing"
Stacy smiled and walked away into the shadows. Jeff heard her walk up wooden steps then a door open and close. Rob took time to silently observe the room before locking onto Jeff's crouching form. That happy RVD smile spread over his face
"Want to hear my name Jeff?" he asked softly, a ring of menace to his words
"No" Jeff replied loudly, crawling into the shadows as if that would help him escape, foreboding washing over him as he realized how futile it was.
"Reckless" Rob whispered gleefully
Jeff tensed his body, trying to steel himself against what was about to happen. Icy fingers probed at him, causing that paralyzing coldness to sweep over him, numbing all his senses. He tried to crawl further away but his legs dragged on the floor, his arms too, lifeless and useless. He gasped, trying to breathe in enough air to keep him conscious. It didn't work. He was taken.
*
Amy cautiously moved about the room, a single lamp illuminating its contents. There had been a fight she summarized. A chair lay on it's side, looking like a wounded animal, pieces of something china smashed lay everywhere; behind the couch and dotted the floor. Blood stained the carpet, thumbprints of red, dried and dark. Who's blood was it? Her pulse quickened at the thought, one of her friends who'd gone before her or Jezebel's or one of her cronies? She knelt, careful not to bend her neck and touched one of the spots, it was nearly dried up. What had happened here? It made her feel guilty, not knowing if one of her friends had bleed, she should have been here. As she carefully got to her feet, trying to piece together what had happened, she suddenly heard voices yelling and the dull sound of something hitting the wall. She ran towards the noise, hoping she could help.
*
"C'mon Matt! Give me a hand here" Trish said angrily
There was no response; she fell exhaustedly to the floor. She'd been banging on the door and yelling for help for the past few minutes, hoping in vain that one of the others would hear and come to investigate. Matt hadn't helped, just sat against the wall lifelessly. He looked up at Trish's words, her appearance snapping him out of his daydream. She looked totally drained, pale skin, eyes closed, shaking slightly
"Idiot" he silently berated himself "she's been through a tough fight and now's trying to help get you out of here" "You ok?" he said softly
"I'll survive," she said, avoiding the question
Matt hurried over to her and pulled his jacket off, wrapping it around her. She smiled her thanks
"Sorry"
"What for?"
"Being an ass and not helping"
"You were kinda deep in thought, what was on your mind?"
"Amy" he replied reluctantly "all she's been through, what you guys went through, I should have been there"
"Stop right now, there was nothing you could do"
"I know but I can't help feeling guilty"
"Right" Trish suddenly sat up "lets try to bust out of here"
"Trish, lie back, you'll kill yourself"
"It'll take your mind off things, come on"
Matt shook his head, grinning; he'd forgotten how tireless Trish was once she set her mind to something. When she wanted to improve her in-ring abilities, she'd spent hours with the road agents and other talent, learning and trying until she got it right. Now she stood, hands on her hips as she surveyed the room. Matt knew what was there without looking; the iron chair, a couple of cardboard boxes and some narrow windows on one wall right at the top. The only logical way out was the door.
"The lock's on the outside" mused Trish, evidently thinking the same thing "Could we pry the hinges off?"
"Doubt it," answered Matt
Suddenly, there was a scrabbling sound on the other side of the door, followed by a soft clunk. Trish looked over to Matt, looking worried and wondering who it could be. Matt shrugged, the logical answer was Jezebel but she'd been in twice already. The door swung open to reveal a thin dark figure that took a few tentative steps inside before they recognized who it was properly
"Amy!" Matt couldn't be bothered to lower his voice and nearly launched himself at her but she stopped him, gesturing to her neck brace. She sat down quickly and as soon as Matt did, pulled him into a hug.
Trish went just outside the door to check if anyone had come running at the noise. She listened carefully; she could hear people talking somewhere, punctuated by cries of pain. She slipped back inside the room; Matt and Amy sat with their arms around each other, huge happy smiles on their faces.
"Amy, you sure you should be here after your surgery?" Trish asked softly, leaning against the wall
"No but I couldn't miss out, you guys need as much help as possible"
"I know, I'd better fill you in, actually Matt, you fill her in" Trish sank to the floor, pain shooting through her back suddenly. She lay silently, drifting into broken listless sleep, Matt and Amy's murmured voices rising and falling in and out of her dreams. When she slept, the pain ebbed away, leaving her warm and comfortable. A pair of hands gently shook her awake and when she opened her eyes, the cold swept through her like a bucket of cold water. Matt helped her to her feet as Amy paced the floor furiously, a narrow-eyed look of anger on her face
"How long was I out?" asked Trish drowsily, rubbing her eyes
"Long enough" replied Matt with a smile, he glanced at Amy "she's taking it all a little hard, especially the discovery of Stacy's involvement or rather Eternal"
Trish stood in front of Amy and gripped her shoulders, preventing any more pacing. Amy's eyes were full of swirling hatred and angry disbelief as she lifted them to look at Trish
"Ames, we have to concentrate, we've gotta get the others out of here and get rid of Jezebel and her friends" Trish said. Before Amy could reply, violent crashes and shouting started beneath them
"I've been hearing that for a while" said Matt "could be that Mark and Sara ran into trouble"
"Or Jeff" added Trish quietly, her voice filled with worry
Matt and Amy didn't say anything; both knowing now was not the time to start asking questions. They all stood silently, their thoughts and ideas unspoken
"I'm going downstairs," said Trish suddenly
"Well I'm coming with you" said Amy "sounds pretty dangerous and we can have safety in numbers"
"So that leaves me where?" joked Matt
"I heard something going on in the front of the house, your call" supplied Trish
"All right, but I want an agreement" the girls looked at him expectantly "when we're done in our areas or it gets to dangerous or it sounds like the others need help, we find each other"
"Done" fired back Amy
Trish nodded and walked to the door. As she opened it, she looked back at them; they looked back, eyes shining, they were happy to be together but wary of what would happy, worried about the other. She gave a wide smile. "Time to take it the extreme guys"
Read, enjoy, and review! Thanx to all the mega people who take time to review this story, I am so grateful. I couldn't do this without ur encouragement and inspiring words, big thanx to the special people who have become friends and always tell me what they think: Fallen Angel, BizGirlCharlie, Tempest and Harmonized. Also thanx to Liz for always reviewing this story, thanx girl! Keep reading and reviewing!
Author Recommendations: 'Humanity's Conscience' and its sequel 'Blurred Turquoise' by Harmonized (she's a good friend and I just love this story so please read and review) 'Return of the Princess' by Fallen Angel and me (cheeky I know but hey, it's a good story!) My other stories! Lol: 'Still a Superheroine, but not a sidekick' and 'Making their Way'
Please check these out!