**Disclaimer- you got it, I still don't own anything. I'll end up owning
his sister, but other than that..eh, I don't own nothing! (Damn Vince...)
not really
**2 Hours Later**
Chris was immediately rushed to the nearest hospital. Someone had heard all of the noise, and came in to find Chris biting his teeth together trying not to scream, and a dead girl on the floor next to him. After Chris had received medical attention, then he was asked several questions about what had happened. Chris answered all of them to the best of his ability.
After the questioning, then Chris started thinking about how long he was going to be out on this injury. While lost in the middle of his thoughts, Paul E. Dangerously (a.k.a. Paul Heyman former owner of ECW) walked into his hospital room.
"How ya feelin Chris?" He asked
"Like shit." Chris said simply.
"Chris, I want to know, and I want to know now, what the hell went on there?" Chris wince when Paul raised his voice, it hurt to look at the man, much less listen to him.
"I was attacked." Chris said through gritted teeth.
"Oh really?" Paul asked.
"Yeah.."
"Well, guess what Irvine? You are now currently unemployed! Here's your stuff!" Paul yelled, throwing Chris his duffel bag. Then Paul turned around and walked out the door.
"My day just keeps getting better and better." Chris thought. Then he kind of laughed to himself. "I guess that WCW is going to have an addition to their roster now."
Chris's dad walked into the room just then. He had a sad look on his face.
**The next day**
The next day, Chris paid his respects to the girl who'd been killed in his locker room. Last night, Chris had finally learned who the girl was. It had been his little sister, Lisa. When he found out, he'd been walking down the hallway to his car with his dad. When his dad told him, he fell to his knees, right there in the middle of the hallway. His eyes started to moisten, and he put his head in his hands. He'd just lost his best friend and he didn't know how to take it.
After a couple of minutes, Chris's dad persuaded him to get up. He got up slowly and continued on to his car.
He hadn't slept at all last night. He'd been up crying all night long, and as a result, his eyes were red and his face was puffy. His sister, his baby sister who had just graduated from high school. She'd never grow old and get to go to college. She'd never get to have the thrill of being married or the pain of having children. In only a few short minutes, that lifetime had been ripped from the pages. Her life had come to a screeching halt. Chris had barely spoken to his dad, but Ted told him that Lisa had been coming to surprise him with something, but he didn't know what.
Chris peered into the casket. He was the only one at the viewing at the moment. His dad would be there soon enough, but Chris had come early. He noticed that she was fixed up pretty nice. She was wearing the dress he'd given to her at Christmas. Chris glanced at her hands. He noticed that she was holding something. At closer inspection, he noticed that it was piece of paper.
Although, he didn't think that he should take the paper, he figured that since he was family, he was allowed to do just that. He pried her hand open and took the paper. It had his name on it. This is what it said:
Chris Knew you'd find this. Don't worry about your sister, you'll be joining her soon enough. Perhaps even sooner than you think.... Sinister One pllayeh elaym
Chri crumpled up the note and shoved it into his pocket.
"Sinister one? What the hell is that all about? And what's up with that code? Pllayeh elaym? That sounds so familiar." Chris shook his head. He kept thinking about all of that throughout the funeral. But, as they lowered Lisa's casket into the ground, Chris swore literally on her grave that he would find the person who did this, sooner or later, and he would kill them.
**2 Hours Later**
Chris was immediately rushed to the nearest hospital. Someone had heard all of the noise, and came in to find Chris biting his teeth together trying not to scream, and a dead girl on the floor next to him. After Chris had received medical attention, then he was asked several questions about what had happened. Chris answered all of them to the best of his ability.
After the questioning, then Chris started thinking about how long he was going to be out on this injury. While lost in the middle of his thoughts, Paul E. Dangerously (a.k.a. Paul Heyman former owner of ECW) walked into his hospital room.
"How ya feelin Chris?" He asked
"Like shit." Chris said simply.
"Chris, I want to know, and I want to know now, what the hell went on there?" Chris wince when Paul raised his voice, it hurt to look at the man, much less listen to him.
"I was attacked." Chris said through gritted teeth.
"Oh really?" Paul asked.
"Yeah.."
"Well, guess what Irvine? You are now currently unemployed! Here's your stuff!" Paul yelled, throwing Chris his duffel bag. Then Paul turned around and walked out the door.
"My day just keeps getting better and better." Chris thought. Then he kind of laughed to himself. "I guess that WCW is going to have an addition to their roster now."
Chris's dad walked into the room just then. He had a sad look on his face.
**The next day**
The next day, Chris paid his respects to the girl who'd been killed in his locker room. Last night, Chris had finally learned who the girl was. It had been his little sister, Lisa. When he found out, he'd been walking down the hallway to his car with his dad. When his dad told him, he fell to his knees, right there in the middle of the hallway. His eyes started to moisten, and he put his head in his hands. He'd just lost his best friend and he didn't know how to take it.
After a couple of minutes, Chris's dad persuaded him to get up. He got up slowly and continued on to his car.
He hadn't slept at all last night. He'd been up crying all night long, and as a result, his eyes were red and his face was puffy. His sister, his baby sister who had just graduated from high school. She'd never grow old and get to go to college. She'd never get to have the thrill of being married or the pain of having children. In only a few short minutes, that lifetime had been ripped from the pages. Her life had come to a screeching halt. Chris had barely spoken to his dad, but Ted told him that Lisa had been coming to surprise him with something, but he didn't know what.
Chris peered into the casket. He was the only one at the viewing at the moment. His dad would be there soon enough, but Chris had come early. He noticed that she was fixed up pretty nice. She was wearing the dress he'd given to her at Christmas. Chris glanced at her hands. He noticed that she was holding something. At closer inspection, he noticed that it was piece of paper.
Although, he didn't think that he should take the paper, he figured that since he was family, he was allowed to do just that. He pried her hand open and took the paper. It had his name on it. This is what it said:
Chris Knew you'd find this. Don't worry about your sister, you'll be joining her soon enough. Perhaps even sooner than you think.... Sinister One pllayeh elaym
Chri crumpled up the note and shoved it into his pocket.
"Sinister one? What the hell is that all about? And what's up with that code? Pllayeh elaym? That sounds so familiar." Chris shook his head. He kept thinking about all of that throughout the funeral. But, as they lowered Lisa's casket into the ground, Chris swore literally on her grave that he would find the person who did this, sooner or later, and he would kill them.