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except Jezebel who I created myself. The rest are owned by the WWE and
Vince McMahon
He felt like he was lying in someone else's skin, numbed flesh that he couldn't feel. He tried lifting a hand; it flopped back down limply. He could smell sweat in the air, silence filled his ears. He managed to open his eyes a tiny bit; everywhere there was darkness, cold wherever he looked. A figure sat hunched up on a chair, knees drawn up to their chin. Jeff knew this person was watching him. He moaned as if in sleep and closed his eyes to almost slits, let them think he was out-cold. When the time was right, he would have gathered his strength and that would be when he made his escape.
*
Sara stared back defiantly at Jezebel, not looking her quite in the eyes. To her surprise, Jezebel curled her lips into a smile. Mark took advantage of the moment; he slid down onto one knee and pushed a flat palm forward at the same time like a martial arts pose. Jezebel's feet suddenly left the ground as though pulled by invisible rope and she was lifted into the air before landing on the floor in a flurry of arms and legs. Sara made herself ignore the fight; she had to work out what was happening inside her, what she possessed. She knew it wasn't some great strength or mind moving or reading ability. Then she remembered the brief wrestling training she'd undertaken for her diva role in 2001, she'd picked it up quickly and had been surprised at her own agility. Maybe it was unnatural? There was something else, something to do with her hands, maybe she had another name.
"Lightning" she said suddenly
That was what her parents used to call her; she'd never worked out why they'd stopped. Her dad had said because strange things had happened. She looked at her hands; they were beginning to glow slowly as though lit from inside. She pressed a fingertip to the wall, a burning circle appeared. She grinned suddenly and pretended to put her fingers on her belt like guns into a holster. At least something good had come out of this, after all that had happened she wasn't even shocked at her discovery. She frowned, why wasn't she? It was like she was almost expecting something like this to happen, was she? Sara shook her head; she was going round in circles. She turned around and found Stacy Keibler standing there, blocking her way. Now that shocked her, she attempted a smile
"Hey Stacy, funny seeing you here"
Stacy shrugged in response, a smile growing on her face. Sara noticed that Stacy's eyes appeared to lose all light, becoming full if darkness. She was beginning to feel more than a little uneasy
"So what side are you on?" she attempted lightly
"What do you think?" countered Stacy
Sara attempted to go past but Stacy grabbed one of her wrists, her smile erupting into a girlish laugh. "Why don't you stay? I hear you have something very interesting to tell me"
Sara struggled but couldn't free her hand. Time to test that agility. She took a few steps back, took a sort of run up and leapt into the air. She ran up Stacy's body, kicking her hard in the face, causing Stacy to release her wrist. She flipped backwards, landing on her feet, a little astonished; she'd just turned a circle on herself. Stacy pounced on her, throwing her to the ground in a fit of rage. She stood seething over Sara
"I took care of Trish, I can take care of you" she spat out
Sara blocked the words out; they were said to distract her she told herself. As she told herself this, hands suddenly grabbed her head and slapped her hard, leaving her head ringing. Sara brought her hands together with a smack and threw them towards Stacy's head. They glowed and shapeless white heat formed in the space between the two females. Stacy's eyes bulged and she fell back
"The heat!" she gasped, beginning to shake uncontrollably
Sara waved a hand at the mass, it disappeared. She smiled; this could become very useful once she mastered it. And judging by Stacy's reaction, it could prove important in helping Mark
*
"Found the door" hissed Amy, beckoning Trish over
"You sure?"
"It leads down, there's stone walls and it feels cold, must be a basement or something"
Trish pushed the door open fully, infusing the blackness with weak light. They couldn't see much at all or hear anything, except quiet breaths. By opening the door, they were basically announcing their arrival. They looked at each other, recognizing the sudden fear in each other's faces; Amy for what might happen to her neck and Trish for the terrifying unknown, heightened since her encounter with Stacy. They smiled, resigned to their fate before stepping through the door together. Trish felt the walls, in hopeless pursuit of some sort of light switch
"There is no light" a voice cracked through the darkness
Trish froze, her hand mid-air. How did they know? Then she remembered. "Minds" she whispered close to Amy's ear "they know"
"Make yourself at home girls" the voice became louder and mocking. "You'll be here for a while"
Amy grabbed Trish's arm, partly to steady herself as they made their way down the steps and partly in fear she'd suddenly disappear. Trish squeezed her hand reassuringly. They reached the floor and tried to take everything in, it was difficult in the dim golden light. It appeared to be a stone room with shelving on the walls, they couldn't identify the other shapes in the darkness. A figure lay curled up in the shadows by the opposite wall completely still. Without thinking, Trish rushed over, instinctively knowing who it was
"Jeff, are you ok?" she said quietly, afraid to touch him in case he was hurt
"Yeah, need to rest, he's watching me" was the nearly silent reply
Trish turned; sure enough a shadow sat on a chair, unidentifiable. She lifted her chin and stood up
"Miss Stratus, take a seat" it was an instruction, not a friendly gesture
"Why did you do this to him?" she asked
"I said sit down"
In a flash, the shadow leapt across the room and knocked Trish down, forcing her to sit. "You too Miss Dumas"
Amy glared at the unknown figure before grudgingly sitting down, crossing her legs. The shadow returned to it's chair, cooling silence falling again
"Thank you, you're making my job a lot easier"
Jeff rolled onto his back; he had to let the others know who the shadow was. He reached and grabbed Trish's hand and squeezed it three times. She turned her head towards him, confusion showing clearly on her face. Jeff moved his fingers so that he just gripped her thumb and pulled it towards him three times. Trish in-took her breath sharply, the confusion clearing. She used his hand and her own to make the RVD gesture, he nodded barely perceptively. The shadow was like a statue in the chair. Trish scooted backwards so that her back was against Jeff's legs, her hand in his and draped her other arm over his body. It was a supportive gesture that Jeff appreciated, he wondered if it meant more to Trish as it did to him? It made him feel warmer, beginning to lift the coldness, feeling her fingers interlaced with his and playing with the buttons of his jacket. Amy sat stock still, looking like she was meditating with such a spaced out expression on her face and her rigid backed posture. Trish caught her eye and mouthed RVD at her as inconspicuously as she could. Amy raised her eyebrows and moved her eyes to look at the shadow questioningly. Trish nodded.
"Now that we've established who I am" the shadow drawled from the darkness "do you think we can put a stop to the childish signaling?"
Amy squashed a gasp, Trish didn't react; after dealing with Jezebel and Eternal, she knew what to expect. The shadow moved into the light, Amy blinked, hoping that Rob would disappear and it would all be a horrible mistake. He didn't and it wasn't. He looked at Jeff and Trish, a smirk on his face
"Cute picture, wish I had a camera to show people romance isn't dead" he laughed harshly "haven't worked out why you haven't screwed her yet Hardy, she'd so up for it"
Trish felt Jeff's body stiffen, she squeezed his hand, trying to communicate to him not to get angry, it was what Rob wanted. She felt him relax but saw his clenched jaw, she knew Rob's words would burn in his mind until he got retribution. Amy glared at the back of Rob's head, he'd forgotten her, now was the time to strike. With the doctor's words about no wrestling running in her head, she rose and jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. He made gagging sounds, trying to shake her off. Trish got up to help but Jeff held onto her hand
"He's strong, hard to hurt, be careful"
Touched at his words, she nodded and raced to help Amy who seemed to have forgotten she was wearing a hard neck brace. Trish stood still for a few moments, unsure how to stop Rob from throwing Amy off his back; his hands already had a firm grip on her jacket. She moved back and then kicked him as hard as she could in the face. Blood began flowing from his eyebrow; he didn't make a sound but flipped Amy off his back over his head. Trish stomped on his foot and readied herself, catching Amy as she fell towards the floor. She was heavier than expected, causing Trish to fall, still holding Amy who was trying to protect her neck desperately
"You ok?" asked Trish worriedly
"Yeah, think so" replied Amy relieved
Rob was trying to wipe the blood off his face, more annoyed than in pain. The girls took the opportunity to scramble over to Jeff who lay on his side, watching everything.
"Does he have any weak points?" hissed Trish desperately
Jeff nodded and touched his knees. Trish and Amy looked at each other and grinned, it was time for some serious double-teaming. They got to their feet and ran towards Rob. They dived at his knees, shoving him to the ground. Trish began mercilessly punching his face while Amy pounded his knees against the stone. This time Rob did yell, his pain all too clear to hear. It was Jeff's turn to laugh now, watching the girls lay a serious beating on Rob. He saw a glint in Rob's eyes as he looked at him. Jeff was puzzled for a moment then realized what Rob was going to do; he was going to say his name. Leaping to his feet, Jeff launched himself at Rob. He pulled his black jacket off and stuffed it over Rob's head, preventing Trish from getting any more shots in.
"What are you doing?" she said in annoyed astonishment
"He was going to say his name" he replied hastily "as in Jezebel and Eternal?"
"How are we going to stop him?" Trish said "we need to knock him out enough so we can leave him here, we can get out and find Mark, Sara and Matt"
"Did you find Matt?" Jeff asked eagerly
"Yeah, he'd gone to the front of the house to see who he can help" Trish said smiling softly "we made an agreement with him to go and help as soon as we're done and vice versa"
"As organized as ever," said Jeff, rolling his eyes "lets work on this creep's lower body"
As they turned back to Rob who they'd been pinning to the ground by his arms, they saw Amy flying through the air; Rob had managed to kick her off. She landed on the stone awkwardly, her hands trying to protect her neck. Trish began working on his knees with renewed vigor, grabbing a piece of wood from the floor and smashing it into them. Jeff ripped the jacket from Rob's face and began punching him
"Stop hurting them" he said through clenched teeth
Amy sat up, her neck seemed all right, watching her friends beat the life out of Rob. It all seemed so surreal to her at that moment, everyone out to hurt them because of a feud between twins? That couldn't be right, it had to run deeper. She heard loud yells somewhere above them, escalating into painful screams. Everywhere she could feel fighting. She got to her feet to help Jeff and Trish overpower Rob, it had to end now.
*
Matt listened carefully; a yell pierced the air, the words muffled by the walls. He moved cautiously towards it, he could see flashes of light. He reached a corner and looked around it warily, his jaw dropped at what he saw. Jezebel and Mark were glaring at each other, their eyes glowing eerily, occasionally he saw a spark of what looked like green electricity between them, he shook his head; surely he was imagining it. Sara stood over Eternal; a warm yellow light seemed to encircle her. She looked up and grinned when she saw Matt
"I can take care of her, Mark needs help"
"Ok, beware of her real name" he called, gesturing to Stacy
There was a crash; Matt whipped his head around to see Mark slamming into a wall. Sara was right; Mark did need his help. Matt grabbed Jezebel's arms from behind, pinning them behind her back, hoping it would buy Mark some precious moments to recover. It didn't. Jezebel jumped, landing on Matt's feet, causing him to let go. She turned on him, her eyes blazing, a truly magnificent sight. She threw her hands towards him; two balls of green electricity materialized and whirled around him, seeming to lift him off the ground. He clawed at the electricity that surrounded him; it stung his fingers, sending little shocks through his body. He was going higher and higher, he was going to hit the ceiling, be squashed in fact. Suddenly a section of the electricity was torn away, a mass of white light appeared, tremendous heat pouring off it.
"Reach for the light" he heard Sara's voice urge
Matt gaped and shook his head to clear his disbelief. "Here goes nothing" he muttered. He reached out and touched the light, a glowing heat flowing into his fingers. The electricity disappeared; fading away and Matt found himself floating down to the ground, the white light bobbing around him. When he landed, the light zipped across the room and settled into Sara's outstretched hand where it blinked for a second before Sara closed her hands around it, scrunching it up like ball of paper and threw it over her shoulder. Matt looked at Sara in complete shock, unable to find the words to say what he wanted
"What?" she feigned innocence "I think I've finally got the hang of it,"
"You've got powers?!" Matt choked out in disbelief
"So it seems, Stacy's terrified of the light, you know why? They have cold powers and I have hot" seeing Matt's bewilderment she laughed, "I'll explain later, firstly we gotta deal with them"
She pointed behind him. Mark had sent Jezebel flying across the room towards a window where she stopped herself. Matt heard a yell, he looked back to see Stacy punching Sara but before he could help, Sara suddenly leapt, grabbing Stacy and kicked with both feet off Stacy's stomach, back flipping and landing perfectly. She turned, flashing a grim smile at Matt
"I got her but if we don't stop those two, they're going to destroy each other and probably us with them"
Read, enjoy, and review! Thanks a million to all the great people who take time to review this story, it never fails to inspire and encourage me, especially big thanks to Fallen Angel, Liz, BizGirlCharlie, Tempest and FemalePhenom (excellent name by the way girl) Keep reading and reviewing.
He felt like he was lying in someone else's skin, numbed flesh that he couldn't feel. He tried lifting a hand; it flopped back down limply. He could smell sweat in the air, silence filled his ears. He managed to open his eyes a tiny bit; everywhere there was darkness, cold wherever he looked. A figure sat hunched up on a chair, knees drawn up to their chin. Jeff knew this person was watching him. He moaned as if in sleep and closed his eyes to almost slits, let them think he was out-cold. When the time was right, he would have gathered his strength and that would be when he made his escape.
*
Sara stared back defiantly at Jezebel, not looking her quite in the eyes. To her surprise, Jezebel curled her lips into a smile. Mark took advantage of the moment; he slid down onto one knee and pushed a flat palm forward at the same time like a martial arts pose. Jezebel's feet suddenly left the ground as though pulled by invisible rope and she was lifted into the air before landing on the floor in a flurry of arms and legs. Sara made herself ignore the fight; she had to work out what was happening inside her, what she possessed. She knew it wasn't some great strength or mind moving or reading ability. Then she remembered the brief wrestling training she'd undertaken for her diva role in 2001, she'd picked it up quickly and had been surprised at her own agility. Maybe it was unnatural? There was something else, something to do with her hands, maybe she had another name.
"Lightning" she said suddenly
That was what her parents used to call her; she'd never worked out why they'd stopped. Her dad had said because strange things had happened. She looked at her hands; they were beginning to glow slowly as though lit from inside. She pressed a fingertip to the wall, a burning circle appeared. She grinned suddenly and pretended to put her fingers on her belt like guns into a holster. At least something good had come out of this, after all that had happened she wasn't even shocked at her discovery. She frowned, why wasn't she? It was like she was almost expecting something like this to happen, was she? Sara shook her head; she was going round in circles. She turned around and found Stacy Keibler standing there, blocking her way. Now that shocked her, she attempted a smile
"Hey Stacy, funny seeing you here"
Stacy shrugged in response, a smile growing on her face. Sara noticed that Stacy's eyes appeared to lose all light, becoming full if darkness. She was beginning to feel more than a little uneasy
"So what side are you on?" she attempted lightly
"What do you think?" countered Stacy
Sara attempted to go past but Stacy grabbed one of her wrists, her smile erupting into a girlish laugh. "Why don't you stay? I hear you have something very interesting to tell me"
Sara struggled but couldn't free her hand. Time to test that agility. She took a few steps back, took a sort of run up and leapt into the air. She ran up Stacy's body, kicking her hard in the face, causing Stacy to release her wrist. She flipped backwards, landing on her feet, a little astonished; she'd just turned a circle on herself. Stacy pounced on her, throwing her to the ground in a fit of rage. She stood seething over Sara
"I took care of Trish, I can take care of you" she spat out
Sara blocked the words out; they were said to distract her she told herself. As she told herself this, hands suddenly grabbed her head and slapped her hard, leaving her head ringing. Sara brought her hands together with a smack and threw them towards Stacy's head. They glowed and shapeless white heat formed in the space between the two females. Stacy's eyes bulged and she fell back
"The heat!" she gasped, beginning to shake uncontrollably
Sara waved a hand at the mass, it disappeared. She smiled; this could become very useful once she mastered it. And judging by Stacy's reaction, it could prove important in helping Mark
*
"Found the door" hissed Amy, beckoning Trish over
"You sure?"
"It leads down, there's stone walls and it feels cold, must be a basement or something"
Trish pushed the door open fully, infusing the blackness with weak light. They couldn't see much at all or hear anything, except quiet breaths. By opening the door, they were basically announcing their arrival. They looked at each other, recognizing the sudden fear in each other's faces; Amy for what might happen to her neck and Trish for the terrifying unknown, heightened since her encounter with Stacy. They smiled, resigned to their fate before stepping through the door together. Trish felt the walls, in hopeless pursuit of some sort of light switch
"There is no light" a voice cracked through the darkness
Trish froze, her hand mid-air. How did they know? Then she remembered. "Minds" she whispered close to Amy's ear "they know"
"Make yourself at home girls" the voice became louder and mocking. "You'll be here for a while"
Amy grabbed Trish's arm, partly to steady herself as they made their way down the steps and partly in fear she'd suddenly disappear. Trish squeezed her hand reassuringly. They reached the floor and tried to take everything in, it was difficult in the dim golden light. It appeared to be a stone room with shelving on the walls, they couldn't identify the other shapes in the darkness. A figure lay curled up in the shadows by the opposite wall completely still. Without thinking, Trish rushed over, instinctively knowing who it was
"Jeff, are you ok?" she said quietly, afraid to touch him in case he was hurt
"Yeah, need to rest, he's watching me" was the nearly silent reply
Trish turned; sure enough a shadow sat on a chair, unidentifiable. She lifted her chin and stood up
"Miss Stratus, take a seat" it was an instruction, not a friendly gesture
"Why did you do this to him?" she asked
"I said sit down"
In a flash, the shadow leapt across the room and knocked Trish down, forcing her to sit. "You too Miss Dumas"
Amy glared at the unknown figure before grudgingly sitting down, crossing her legs. The shadow returned to it's chair, cooling silence falling again
"Thank you, you're making my job a lot easier"
Jeff rolled onto his back; he had to let the others know who the shadow was. He reached and grabbed Trish's hand and squeezed it three times. She turned her head towards him, confusion showing clearly on her face. Jeff moved his fingers so that he just gripped her thumb and pulled it towards him three times. Trish in-took her breath sharply, the confusion clearing. She used his hand and her own to make the RVD gesture, he nodded barely perceptively. The shadow was like a statue in the chair. Trish scooted backwards so that her back was against Jeff's legs, her hand in his and draped her other arm over his body. It was a supportive gesture that Jeff appreciated, he wondered if it meant more to Trish as it did to him? It made him feel warmer, beginning to lift the coldness, feeling her fingers interlaced with his and playing with the buttons of his jacket. Amy sat stock still, looking like she was meditating with such a spaced out expression on her face and her rigid backed posture. Trish caught her eye and mouthed RVD at her as inconspicuously as she could. Amy raised her eyebrows and moved her eyes to look at the shadow questioningly. Trish nodded.
"Now that we've established who I am" the shadow drawled from the darkness "do you think we can put a stop to the childish signaling?"
Amy squashed a gasp, Trish didn't react; after dealing with Jezebel and Eternal, she knew what to expect. The shadow moved into the light, Amy blinked, hoping that Rob would disappear and it would all be a horrible mistake. He didn't and it wasn't. He looked at Jeff and Trish, a smirk on his face
"Cute picture, wish I had a camera to show people romance isn't dead" he laughed harshly "haven't worked out why you haven't screwed her yet Hardy, she'd so up for it"
Trish felt Jeff's body stiffen, she squeezed his hand, trying to communicate to him not to get angry, it was what Rob wanted. She felt him relax but saw his clenched jaw, she knew Rob's words would burn in his mind until he got retribution. Amy glared at the back of Rob's head, he'd forgotten her, now was the time to strike. With the doctor's words about no wrestling running in her head, she rose and jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. He made gagging sounds, trying to shake her off. Trish got up to help but Jeff held onto her hand
"He's strong, hard to hurt, be careful"
Touched at his words, she nodded and raced to help Amy who seemed to have forgotten she was wearing a hard neck brace. Trish stood still for a few moments, unsure how to stop Rob from throwing Amy off his back; his hands already had a firm grip on her jacket. She moved back and then kicked him as hard as she could in the face. Blood began flowing from his eyebrow; he didn't make a sound but flipped Amy off his back over his head. Trish stomped on his foot and readied herself, catching Amy as she fell towards the floor. She was heavier than expected, causing Trish to fall, still holding Amy who was trying to protect her neck desperately
"You ok?" asked Trish worriedly
"Yeah, think so" replied Amy relieved
Rob was trying to wipe the blood off his face, more annoyed than in pain. The girls took the opportunity to scramble over to Jeff who lay on his side, watching everything.
"Does he have any weak points?" hissed Trish desperately
Jeff nodded and touched his knees. Trish and Amy looked at each other and grinned, it was time for some serious double-teaming. They got to their feet and ran towards Rob. They dived at his knees, shoving him to the ground. Trish began mercilessly punching his face while Amy pounded his knees against the stone. This time Rob did yell, his pain all too clear to hear. It was Jeff's turn to laugh now, watching the girls lay a serious beating on Rob. He saw a glint in Rob's eyes as he looked at him. Jeff was puzzled for a moment then realized what Rob was going to do; he was going to say his name. Leaping to his feet, Jeff launched himself at Rob. He pulled his black jacket off and stuffed it over Rob's head, preventing Trish from getting any more shots in.
"What are you doing?" she said in annoyed astonishment
"He was going to say his name" he replied hastily "as in Jezebel and Eternal?"
"How are we going to stop him?" Trish said "we need to knock him out enough so we can leave him here, we can get out and find Mark, Sara and Matt"
"Did you find Matt?" Jeff asked eagerly
"Yeah, he'd gone to the front of the house to see who he can help" Trish said smiling softly "we made an agreement with him to go and help as soon as we're done and vice versa"
"As organized as ever," said Jeff, rolling his eyes "lets work on this creep's lower body"
As they turned back to Rob who they'd been pinning to the ground by his arms, they saw Amy flying through the air; Rob had managed to kick her off. She landed on the stone awkwardly, her hands trying to protect her neck. Trish began working on his knees with renewed vigor, grabbing a piece of wood from the floor and smashing it into them. Jeff ripped the jacket from Rob's face and began punching him
"Stop hurting them" he said through clenched teeth
Amy sat up, her neck seemed all right, watching her friends beat the life out of Rob. It all seemed so surreal to her at that moment, everyone out to hurt them because of a feud between twins? That couldn't be right, it had to run deeper. She heard loud yells somewhere above them, escalating into painful screams. Everywhere she could feel fighting. She got to her feet to help Jeff and Trish overpower Rob, it had to end now.
*
Matt listened carefully; a yell pierced the air, the words muffled by the walls. He moved cautiously towards it, he could see flashes of light. He reached a corner and looked around it warily, his jaw dropped at what he saw. Jezebel and Mark were glaring at each other, their eyes glowing eerily, occasionally he saw a spark of what looked like green electricity between them, he shook his head; surely he was imagining it. Sara stood over Eternal; a warm yellow light seemed to encircle her. She looked up and grinned when she saw Matt
"I can take care of her, Mark needs help"
"Ok, beware of her real name" he called, gesturing to Stacy
There was a crash; Matt whipped his head around to see Mark slamming into a wall. Sara was right; Mark did need his help. Matt grabbed Jezebel's arms from behind, pinning them behind her back, hoping it would buy Mark some precious moments to recover. It didn't. Jezebel jumped, landing on Matt's feet, causing him to let go. She turned on him, her eyes blazing, a truly magnificent sight. She threw her hands towards him; two balls of green electricity materialized and whirled around him, seeming to lift him off the ground. He clawed at the electricity that surrounded him; it stung his fingers, sending little shocks through his body. He was going higher and higher, he was going to hit the ceiling, be squashed in fact. Suddenly a section of the electricity was torn away, a mass of white light appeared, tremendous heat pouring off it.
"Reach for the light" he heard Sara's voice urge
Matt gaped and shook his head to clear his disbelief. "Here goes nothing" he muttered. He reached out and touched the light, a glowing heat flowing into his fingers. The electricity disappeared; fading away and Matt found himself floating down to the ground, the white light bobbing around him. When he landed, the light zipped across the room and settled into Sara's outstretched hand where it blinked for a second before Sara closed her hands around it, scrunching it up like ball of paper and threw it over her shoulder. Matt looked at Sara in complete shock, unable to find the words to say what he wanted
"What?" she feigned innocence "I think I've finally got the hang of it,"
"You've got powers?!" Matt choked out in disbelief
"So it seems, Stacy's terrified of the light, you know why? They have cold powers and I have hot" seeing Matt's bewilderment she laughed, "I'll explain later, firstly we gotta deal with them"
She pointed behind him. Mark had sent Jezebel flying across the room towards a window where she stopped herself. Matt heard a yell, he looked back to see Stacy punching Sara but before he could help, Sara suddenly leapt, grabbing Stacy and kicked with both feet off Stacy's stomach, back flipping and landing perfectly. She turned, flashing a grim smile at Matt
"I got her but if we don't stop those two, they're going to destroy each other and probably us with them"
Read, enjoy, and review! Thanks a million to all the great people who take time to review this story, it never fails to inspire and encourage me, especially big thanks to Fallen Angel, Liz, BizGirlCharlie, Tempest and FemalePhenom (excellent name by the way girl) Keep reading and reviewing.